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Hey system, what type of fire is this? Can I absorb it directly?
Ding! Frostfire - Pale Blue (a cold, magical flame that burns with icy energy).
[The host can refine and absorb the fire directly.]
Ohh! Frost fire! It sounds so cool. Can I freeze my enemies into ice or something? System didn’t say anything about."I guess, I need to find it out by myself."
Kent focused his gaze on the flickering flames before him. The fire wasn’t ordinary; it pulsed with an old, untamed energy, almost as if it had a life of its own.
Taking a deep breath, he picks up the blue flames into his hands. Then he reached out with his spiritual senses, allowing the fire’s energy to flow into his body.
As the fire entered his body, a burning sensation spread through his veins. It was agonizing at first, but Kent gritted his teeth, channeling his willpower to refine the energy. He guided it through his meridians, forcing it to merge seamlessly with his essence.
Slowly, the flames converged toward his heart. A fiery glow enveloped his chest as the energy condensed, forming a molten core within him. His heartbeat grew stronger, steady like a war drum, each thud resonating with newfound power.
Then, the fire fully integrated. A searing pain shot through his body, but within moments, it was replaced by an overwhelming sense of strength. His entire being felt lighter, stronger, more attuned to the primal energy of fire.
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Kent exhaled sharply, his breath carrying faint embers. He clenched his fist, feeling the heat thrumming just beneath his skin. He had succeeded—the fire was now a part of him, residing in his heart, waiting to be unleashed at his command.
[Ding! Congratulations host. You have successfully collected two types of fire.] Ultimate mission progress: 2/7 (collect seven types of fire.)
He could feel it: his familiar, fierce hellfire still burning hot, now perfectly merged with that Frost fire-cool-blue flame he’d absorbed from the Warden’s final remnant.
It was as if two very different types of fire were hosting a bizarre party inside his heart. "Great," Kent muttered to himself, wincing as he shifted his weight. "Now I’m a walking bonfire with a disco ball in my chest."
Louis, ever the first to break the silence, sidled up with a raised eyebrow. "You look like you’re burning from the inside out. Need a hand?"
Kent grinned, though a curious warmth radiated beneath his skin. "Nah, Louis I am fine.
He thinks, "My heart’s now got a dual-fuel system—one part Hellfire, one part Frost fire.’ Kind of like having a spicy burrito with a side of cool salsa. It burns differently but it still packs a punch.""
Nima, already recovered from her earlier tears and frantic punches, eyed him warily. "Are you sure you’re alright, Kent?"
"I am fine, don’t worry Nima."
A soft chime echoed from the edge of Kent’s consciousness—another system notification.
[Ding! Dual Heartfire Mode: Activated.] Please wait. A reward will be given to the host.
The display vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving Kent to muse. "Damn it system, explain everything properly."
Nima says, Kent, let’s go inside back to our cabin. I am feeling hungry.
Okay, Let’s go inside. "I will check the details later."
In the dim light before dawn, the train’s metal roof gleamed under a scattering of stars. Atop the silent carriage, Kent, Louis, and Nima prepared to make their entrance. Raka and Lumo return to Nima’s black hole. Auri sitting on Nima’s shoulder.
They moved with quiet purpose along the train’s narrow roof. The air was cool, the hum of distant wheels on rails a soft lullaby to the brave.
Kent led the way saying, "Keep close," his voice low and determined. "We must enter without drawing attention."
One by one, they climbed down the ladder that ran alongside the train. The climb was steep but steady, each step measured and quiet, so as not to disturb the slumbering routine of the other passengers.
They moved silently along the passage, careful not to startle a sleeping child or disturb a weary merchant. Despite the bustle, there was an odd stillness—a calm that belied the mysterious events occurring only in whispers on the train’s surface.
As they settled into their cabin. "It’s strange," he observed softly. "None of these passengers noticed the ghostly battle above, as if the train itself chose to keep that secret for us alone."
Maybe there was some kind of barrier created by the ghost train. That’s why no one heard anything.
Across from him, Nima rolled her eyes with a half-smile. "People live in their little worlds. They’d rather talk about the weather than notice a ghost train."
A moment of comfortable silence passed before Kent’s tone turned inquisitive. "Louis, tell me truly—what of your two bodyguards? They were always by your side the other day. Yet now, as you journey to another city they are absent."
Louis’s smile faltered just slightly, then brightened with quiet mischief. "I left them behind. I needed to see this world unguarded, to explore with my own eyes and feel its heartbeat directly. I longed for the freedom to choose my path without the constant weight of protection."
Nima’s expression grew stern. "You risk so much, venturing alone. How can you be sure you will be safe?"
"I have to learn to rely on my own strength," Louis replied simply, her voice steady. "Sometimes, the greatest lessons are found when we are alone with the unknown."
Their quiet conversation soon gave way to the familiar banter that marked their journey. Nima and Louis soon fell into their routine of playful, often heated exchanges over the smallest matters—how to fold the empty food package correctly, the best seat by the window, and even the proper way to enjoy a simple travel snack. Amid the mild disputes, Kent’s only wish was for the journey to end, to leave behind the endless back-and-forth as soon as possible.
Time passed slowly as the train trundled steadily toward Azure Bay City. The ordinary chatter of the passengers filled the compartment, none the wiser to the secret they all unknowingly shared with the silent heroes among them.
To them, the day would begin with mundane worries—lost belongings, the price of a warm meal, the promise of familiar comforts—while the extraordinary still simmered quietly in the hearts of a few.
At last, the train began to slow as it neared its final destination. Azure Bay City loomed ahead like a vibrant promise against the breaking dawn.
Its skyline was punctuated by tall spires and broad avenues, all bathed in the soft light of early morning. Yet as the train rolled into the bustling station, a new mystery greeted them.
Amid the lively hustle of arriving passengers and vendors setting up their stalls, murmurs of dismay spread through the crowd. A portly man in a crisp uniform was agitated, his voice rising above the murmurs. "It’s gone! One of our carts has vanished into thin air!"
A woman clutched her hands, my suitcase, her face etched with disbelief. "My belongings! All my precious luggage—gone without a trace!" Her cry echoed among the gathered throng.
Kent exchanged a weary glance with Nima and Louis. The chaos of missing carts and lost luggage was the result of ethereal battles that had just been waged above. Yet, as usual, fate had a way of mixing the supernatural with the mundane.
As the other passengers began to gather their scattered items and return to the station’s flow of routine life, the trio—united by fate prepared to step into the unfolding day.
With one final look at the flurry of activity around them, Kent murmured, "Come, let us collect our belongings and move forward.
Azure Bay City awaits, and with it, new adventures, hidden dangers, and perhaps the next spark of destiny."
Thus, as the early light bathed the station in soft gold and the crowd began to disperse into the city’s embrace, the police came to solve the mystery of the vanished cart.
Kent adjusted the accursed pink Barbie suitcase on his hands and exhaled. "Alright. First things first—we need to check into a hotel."
Nima, bouncing with excitement, grabbed his sleeve. "No way! Let’s go explore first! Look at all the food stalls! And the glowing jellyfish in the sky!"
Kent followed her gaze. High above, spiritual creatures drifted through the air—azure-blue jellyfish, their tendrils flickering like ghostly flames.
"Spirit Drifters," Kent muttered. "They’re drawn to high-energy places."
"They’re so pretty…" Nima’s eyes sparkled.
Kent, however, kept his focus sharp. He had a mission here. Investigate strange energy readings near the coast. Find out why this jellyfish evolved. That meant the fun could wait.
Just as he was about to drag Nima toward their lodging, a sharp voice cut through the noise.
"You there! With the… ah, unique suitcase!"
Kent turned, already bracing himself for trouble. A young woman in a crisp navy-blue uniform approached, her piercing green eyes scanning him with suspicion.
The insignia on her sleeve marked her as a City Enforcer—the local law enforcement for cultivators. She is also a member of Nexus and Watcher.