Why would such a wise being put forth a choice when he knew that everyone would choose the treasure when they fight very hard for it? The value of the single treasure is far higher than all the treasures combined in the tower. This much, everyone agrees.
What if this all were mind games, like the final test of the trial? Kael’s mind became a mess due to overthinking all of a sudden.
He shut his eyes and calmly thought about everything. Even after five minutes of silence, Zurin didn’t seem like he was in any hurry to hear his answer. Zurin patiently waited in silence, staring at him with a smile.
Kael opened his eyes. His mind became clear now, and the choice has been made.
"I choose the remaining weapons." He spoke aloud.
Zurin’s expression shifted, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. He hadn’t expected this. "You... choose everything else?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise.
Kael nodded, his voice steady. "First of all, I’m an assassin, not a swordmaster. I don’t need a sword. Even if I take it, it will either end up in the Queen’s hands, sold at an auction, or perhaps traded with a troublesome fellow that I recently had contact with. Anyway, the sword is not my path. I think it’s better left here so that another fated individual can claim it when the time is right."
The sword buzzed in his hand and vibrated violently as if it responded to his words, freeing itself and floating beside Zurin in red glow. Even though Kael isn’t a swordmaster or anything, he could sense its feelings. The sword was angry at him.
Kael could only helplessly smile as he continued, speaking aloud but mostly to himself rather than the spirit of Zurin. "To find my sister, I don’t need the sword. To become rich and gain power, I don’t need the sword either. I would rather pick the remaining treasures and raise the shadow army so that no one on my homeland would ever face injustice or become a victim of crime."
Zurin’s spirit was silent for a moment, as though absorbing Kael’s words. The air seemed to crackle with tension, the weight of the decision hanging between them. Then, the old man let out a low laugh—soft at first, but it quickly turned into a full, genuine chuckle.
Zurin clapped his hands together, his voice full of amusement. "You, Fated One, are truly something different. No one has ever made such a choice before." Read latest chapters at Freewebnovel
He stepped forward, his form glowing even brighter, as if his essence was fueled by Kael’s decision. "You’ve passed the test. I never expected such wisdom from one so young. From this moment forward, the entire Tower of Zurin is yours."
Kael’s heart skipped a beat. "The entire tower?"
Zurin’s smile widened as he continued. "The remaining 212 pieces of equipment—of all kinds—Adamantine, black titanium, elemental magic crystals, and elerium deposits. The forge is yours. Two golem puppets. Thirteen remaining magic scrolls, and yes, the Sword of Zurin itself—I leave all of them to you now."
Kael’s thoughts raced. What Zurin was offering him was almost too much to comprehend. The power, the weapons... everything fell into his hands when he chose to abandon the sword?
"You’ll have everything," Zurin added. "And now, I will give you something more. Sit."
Kael sat, obeying without question. His mind was buzzing, but he kept his focus.
The spirit of Zurin floated before Kael, his expression now serious. "I will teach you two spells. The first will allow you to summon and retract this entire tower into your mindscape, a hidden place where you can call upon its resources whenever you need them."
Kael’s eyes widened. The potential for power was quite staggering.
"The second spell," Zurin continued, "is the Assimilation Spell that I have given to the other six inheritors. It will allow you to assimilate the celestial treasures you have collected and bring forth the Wheel of Light once again."
Kael’s hands tightened into fists, his mind still wrapping around everything that just transpired.
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"But..." Zurin’s voice faltered for a brief moment, and then a heavy sigh escaped him. "There is one thing I must confess, Fated One. I wish I could pass on my primordial chaos element to you... but I cannot."
Kael’s brow furrowed. "Why not?" He thought.
Zurin continued, his expression solemn. "I have found a more suitable candidate."
Kael’s mind raced. Someone else? Who could it be?
Before he could ask, Zurin raised his hand, silencing him. "Do not worry, Fated One. You have already proven yourself worthy of many great things. The tower, the weapons, the knowledge... all of it is yours. What you choose to do with it, however, is up to you."
Kael took a deep breath. "Thank you," He said, his voice steady but with an underlying determination. "I will make the most of this."
Zurin’s form shimmered, and for a brief moment, Kael saw a flicker of something in his face—maybe pride?
"Good." Zurin’s spirit form started fading away, leaving behind the last few words. His voice echoed in the vast chamber. "May the heavens bless you, my successor."
Meanwhile, in the stillness of one of the hidden chambers deep within the tower, Artemis sat cross-legged, her breathing slow and steady. Her eyes were closed, her face serene, yet there was an undeniable tension in the air. The faint glow of Zurin’s spirit surrounded her, ethereal and radiant. His form hovered before her, his spectral hand resting gently on her forehead.
The atmosphere was thick with energy, charged with something ancient and profound. The primordial chaos element of Zurin’s was now flowing into Artemis, filling her, creating a secondary mana core.
Zurin’s voice, deep and resonant, whispered into her mind. "You are the chosen one, Artemis. You will carry the power I once held and the knowledge of the spells I created. But, if one day, a fated one appears in the world, bringing the Wheel of Light into existence, I hope you will make the right choice instead of falling into greed. Remember, only primordial chaos can destroy the Wheel of Light."