Chapter Thirty One, Eldrid Sinbearer.

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  His eyes absorbed the Status sheet, a smile erupting.

  He sat in the clouds, Ana next to him, telling of her adventures.

  How the four humans went on to creating more humans. She was able to tap into Power Descend and Monster Production, she descended the production ability onto the humans, and they went on to producing their own lineages of human, and this is where the four human races came from. The Eltarans, the Kutar, the Fae, and the Riar, four differing races, descending from the human gods.

  He slightly tuned out her words, and focused more on what mattered most.

  The descriptions of his two new Soul Skills felt lackluster compared to his original ones, but he knew very well how powerful they were.

  There descriptions didn't tell much, but that didn't mean they were any less powerful.

  He scoffed, moving towards the next section he wanted to understand.

  He gulped...

  Lord...

  He chuckled.

  He closed the panels.

  Before even opening them, he could already feel all of the skills in his soul. All his original skills, still remained, some of them assimilated into his new Skill-Trees that he inherited from Zenor.

  Insanity, that he had four Skill-Trees while still in A-rank.

  But then again, Jora had twenty Talents...

  He honestly couldn't fully believe how in a snap, he had gained access to countless magics, and dozens of miscellaneous skills.

  Thankfully, he still had all of his Intrinsic skills.

  Perhaps he could evolve his spatial and temporal skills into a Soul Skill... That would be even better than his evolved magics.

  But then again, he didn't even see anyone standing near his level at this point.

  "Don't do that." Ana spoke, drawing a bit of his attention.

  "Remember. You're a small fish. Even now. Yes, you won out against an anomaly in the bummy country side, but Yara is real. There are countless powerhouses... And if I'm right, by now, our targets should have become semi-powerhouses in themselves. Ones that are surrounded by real powerhouses... Thirty years is a long time for progression. I wouldn't be surprised if Alexander has reached SS-rank now, following Zenor's supposed death." She butt in, cutting off his prideful thoughts.

  He laughed at her words forever.

  "He is dead..." He corrected.

  "To Yara, he is dead. To Aeternum, he is... Luka! Young Eltaran man, just going about his life..." To that, he smiled.

  "Yeah, you're right I suppose... Either way, we're assuming that Alexander Tilmont and Agatha Fent have drastically grown in power?" He affirmed.

  "Potentially Clara Freid, Elizabeth Randall, Arjae Tilmont, and Jessica Bruchard as well. You know them well..." Jora smiled.

  "Indeed I do." He knew all of those names, even Elizabeth Randall, although that was from Zenor's memories.

  He actually had a new plethora of knowledge at his disposal. Like a book of things to know, in case he needed to.

  If he had a certain question, he could ask his own mind, and find his answer within Zenor's memories. If his answer wasn't there?

  "How should we go about completing his wish?" He asked Ana.

  "We'll figure that out eventually... A talk should do. Probably? No clue really, but we'll figure it out." She replied.

  Jora nodded.

  "I can't believe he really gave up like that... And that he trusted us to retrieve them. Especially after he just started getting closer with Agatha." Jora spoke, frowning at those thoughts.

  "Interesting isn't it... He had faith in us. How does it feel to have one place their faith in you? Not all good feelings come from tasty food now does it?" Ana smiled.

  Jora stuck out his tongue in response to that.

  "Food tastes better." He said, "At least I get to taste a couple delicious people... By the time I eat them I'll probably get boosted to SSS-rank or something anyway." He added.

  "Remember, understandings, Truths... The dividers become more metaphysical..." Ana reminded.

  "Right..." He noted.

  "Though, it is great to see that you're at the peak of S-rank now... You pretty much skipped A-rank in its entirety... Thirty years old and peak S-rank? That's decently rare!" She pat him on the back.

  Unnecessarily hard.

  "Ngh... Really, peak S-rank in less than a week. That's the time I've really lived anyway." He clarified.

  Ana rolled her eyes, standing up atop the cloud.

  "Whatever you cheat... Anyway. Let's give you an extra boost to your power." With her standing, he followed.

  And he read her mind. Not through his mental power, but through their connection.

  "Ah! Finally!" He smiled.

  The two warped away.

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  They appeared within a regal lobby, a massive chamber carved from the underground.

  "Love your Dungeons, don't you." Jora laughed.

  He turned around, Ana not batting him an eye, patting her mouth as she yawned.

  "Take the damn crystal..." Her off hand was outstretched, a glowing white dagger sat atop of it.

  "Class Crystal..." Jora smiled.

  He ignored the grandeur environment they were in, and focused onto the item before him.

  He was familiar with this item now, thanks to Zenor.

  So without a doubt, he snatched it up, and threw it into his mouth.

  "I took many years to produce that by the way... Made it in the early years of your hibernation, I didn't know when you would come back." She explained, and Jora only stood there, assimilating the energy brewing within his existence.

  The dense mana scoured his soul, weaving throughout and latching onto his being.

  "Interesting." He spoke, white energy oozing out of his eyes and mouth, waterfalling into the surrounding area.

  "What rating do you predict?" Ana asked him. He raised a brow, he was sure she had her own predictions, predictions that were probably accurate.

  "Legendary!" His head was thrown back, his body tensing under the pressure.

  "Pssh..." Ana scoffed, making him raise his brow once more.

  "What...Do you...Think?" He asked through the strain. As he did so, a panel appeared before his eyes.

  "Nothing less than World."

  There were countless classes for him to choose from.

  But the glaring fact, was that the top selections were of the World rank.

  And there was a lot of them...

  "Ah... Pick that one. Fuck the rest. That one is tailored specifically for you. It will definitely bring out your maximum potential... It's where your power comes from at least." Ana spoke.

  Somehow, she had gotten next to him, and her finger was placed onto the panel.

  He smiled at her antics.

  He was going to pick it anyway...

  Instantly, he felt a grasp on his soul. A blanket of familiar power. His hunger deepened. As did his wrath. He grew a bit tired, but his pride didn't let him succumb to anything close to sleep at a time like this.

  "Interesting..." Ana spoke, "Welp! Two more levels and you'll likely unlock some more Talents! I wonder what more there are! I wonder what the next, Sins are..." He rolled his neck around as the white energy faded away.

  "Twenty AP per level... Lord..." Jora murmured.

  "Right... Couldn't imagine what it would be like if you gained the AP boost through evolutions as well.. It would be like being double classed... And that's already what it's like with this one World ranked Class!" She spoke.

  "Doesn't really matter though... When you hit the level limit, you'll probably have long hit the Attribute limit as well... Eventually, you'll have an abundance of unusable Attribute points, and that's fine." She let out the information, and that information was something that wasn't in Zenor's mind.

  "Level limit? Attribute limit?" He questioned, pumping his arms.

  He just felt... More complete!

  "Mhm. Level 1,100. That's the limit of life beneath the World stage... Some more information you're privy too now that you're this level." She replied.

  Jora nodded, "And is that the peak of SSS-rank?" He asked.

  "Correct. That's the height of the world. The height of Yara. Beyond that is the real World rank. That's the level the Gods stand at. Though the Gods of Yara are all low rank... Yara herself is only a peak Lesser World after all..." Jora took note of that.

  "The Attribute limit however, is ten times that level. 11,000 in each Attribute.... I doubt most of the Gods were able to reach that limit... But post ascension, Attributes become meaningless. They only determine your starting point in the World rank." Much information, that he happily absorbed.

  "So I should make my starting point the highest... Max out each Attribute, great idea Ana." He smiled, giving her a thumbs up.

  "Yeah... That's definitely what I said. But it is a good idea..." Ana scoffed.

  "Yeah, yeah! Thanks for the lesson!" He praised, stepping past her.

  Ana rolled her eyes.

  "How about we visit some kids?" He scratched the back of his head.

  "It's really been a while hasn't it, I suppose..."

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