Sacred Souls: Genesis

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Thoughts After Defeat

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Gun Knight stood outside the arena, holding his long spear, stunned for about one and a half seconds.

It wasn’t until he shook off the dizziness that he realized he had fallen out of the arena and landed on the grass beside it.

“Damn it!” He used his long spear to support himself as he tried to charge back, but Soral, who had been standing by the arena, put a hand on his shoulder and forcefully pressed him down.

“Kermo, you… have already lost,” said Soral.

“I…” The Gun Knight wanted to argue, but the internal injuries caused by the Mind Energy invading his body made him ache all over. His face was also covered with black burns from the Mind Energy Cannon.

Tarin summoned a Holy Light to restore the Gun Knight’s lost vitality, and the wounds on his face began to heal slowly.

“How do you feel?”

Soral turned to look at the arena. The Mind Energy surrounding Zhao Mingwei and the virtual image of a dragon and tiger behind him gradually dissipated with a gust of wind. Zhao Mingwei made a respectful half-clasped gesture towards Soral, then silently walked toward the players who were in a state of frenzy.

“I don’t know; his power is very strange. It seems like Thunder Magic but also doesn’t. When I was hit by the energy aggregate formed by his power, it felt like I was struck by lightning. And that last roar seemed more like Spirit Magic,” the Gun Knight pondered the nature of Zhao Mingwei’s power.

“That’s not what I was asking. Among the fifteen Spirit Beings you fought, each had unique powers. Fire Magic, Frost Magic, and Thunder Magic are relatively normal. But there’s also blood manipulation, magical sword formation, summoning giant alchemical weapons, hardening their bodies, and even necromancy… Each of them mastered completely different powers, but…”

Soral looked around. The techniques and powers used by the fourteen Spirit Beings varied greatly, with only a few being similar.

“I know what you’re trying to say,” said the Gun Knight, watching Zhao Mingwei’s departing figure. “He is a true warrior, unlike those who seem like babies freshly out of their mothers’ arms. That guy has experienced as many battles as any of us. Even if I fought him again, I couldn’t be sure I’d win.”

“There might be other powerful warriors among those Spirit Beings. Even if they don’t have his level of combat awareness and instinct, the ones you call ‘babies’ also have great potential to grow,” said Soral.

“You mean…” The Gun Knight began to guess what the Knight responsible for training in the Flowing Water Country was thinking.

“The prophecy says they are saviors summoned by the gods, but they also have their own thoughts and… desires. Having desires means they can be hired. I heard through their conversations that what they need now are magic stones.”

While the Gun Knight fought with the Spirit Beings, Soral had been observing their reactions. Some of their behaviors puzzled Soral, but when the Gun Knight killed a Spirit Being, they would enter a state of dejection over the loss of their magic stones.

“Magic stones? What use do they have for those?” To the Gun Knight, magic stones were a rather useless material, only useful to that bunch of Mages.

“I don’t know. I’ve already sent someone to investigate,” said Soral, drawing his longsword and stepping onto the arena. “But our current mission is to fight them until the end of days.”

“Just the right time to educate a few kids.”

The Gun Knight, with no grace, walked onto the arena. Zhao Mingwei had already stepped down, but the next to come up was a Shield Warrior named Mo Shigui.

……

Happy Game Victory!

As these words formed from inscriptions appeared on the arena, the players below erupted in cheers… comments like “other people’s game” “such fast fists” “what kind of moves are these” were heard.

Jiang Qiao could see expression bubbles floating from the foreheads of some players, including little yellow faces celebrating and expressions of surprise, as well as seals patting their bellies.

These were two sets of emoticons that Spirit Beings could currently display: the default yellow faces, and the special seal series added by Jiang Qiao.

Listening to the applause behind him and seeing the multitude of emoticons, some players even used small celebratory items like confetti and fireworks, making the entire scene look like a carnival.

In response, Zhao Mingwei raised his fist and gave a small wave, then stepped down from the arena. As soon as he stepped down, he was surrounded by the watching players.

“What class are you using, Great God?”

“How did you do those combo moves and landing that stomp accurately? When I was up, I couldn’t even see the NPC’s moves clearly.”

Unable to answer all their questions one by one, Zhao Mingwei chose the most critical one to answer.

“The class is Mind Energy Master, a subclass of Qi Refiner. The transfer conditions are having an intelligence of over two hundred and fifty and fifteen points in charisma. The transfer task is a bit difficult, and this class is a cloth-armor melee profession, so I don’t recommend it for beginners. Actually, Qi Refiner is also very strong.”

He didn’t treat his profession as something exclusive to be hidden from others.

During this period, he had been studying the class system of the Spirit Beings and found that the subclass system actually followed certain patterns. For instance, the Mind Energy Master seemed like a Qi Refiner who gave up strength bonuses and invested entirely in intelligence as a magic-based melee profession.

The downside was being low on health and defense, making it easy to be killed instantly.

After he finished speaking, he saw a large number of friend requests appear before him. He thought for a moment and then decided to accept them all, placing them in the “received messages but no notifications” category.

“I have something to do in reality,” Zhao Mingwei said, his gaze passing over the crowd to Jiang Qiao, who was standing outside.

Jiang Qiao was standing outside the crowd, gently clapping for Zhao Mingwei. Zhao Mingwei smiled, raised his hand and made an OK gesture, then his figure turned into light and logged off.Update by n0vgo. co

It was now six in the evening. Zhao Mingwei had taken time from his training to help Jiang Qiao… or rather, to regain the game spirit for all the Spirit Beings players.

After leaving a message to Jiang Qiao saying “Remember to log in tonight at midnight for the dungeon run”, Zhao Mingwei’s figure turned into light and logged off. @@novelbin@@

“This task can proceed smoothly now,” Jiang Qiao said, looking at the knights of Flowing Water Country appearing on the fifteen arenas in the distance. The Gun Knight and Sword Knight were still seen by players as machines made by evil planners to swallow player magic stones, but they were not unbeatable. They required experts or top-tier technical skills, and the difficulty of other knights was slightly lower.

In short, the players were aware that this challenge from the Otherworldly Knights wasn’t a task for newbies, and defeating any of the knights meant they could boast to their friends, forums, and even on social media for days.

This was the players’ glory, defeating a boss or elite monster capable of driving other players to despair, and doing it under everyone’s watch. The sense of achievement and swagger was addictive for many.

As Jiang Qiao contemplated his next move, a light purple figure suddenly appeared in his view.

“Hello, may I interview you?” An assassin player with the ID “Frontline Reporter” ran up to Jiang Qiao and asked.