Chapter 332: Enzo.

Before Kael knew it, the date he’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

The day of the Mothlight Guild’s auction.

An event that would determine just how much attention the young Guild could attract from the powerful individuals and organizations currently gathered in the Southern Safe Zone.

And with the preparations for both the auction and the upcoming tournament finally complete, Kael found himself with something he hadn’t enjoyed much of lately.

Free time.

And considering how busy the past few days had been, he had absolutely no intention of wasting it on more work.

So, after considering his options for a moment, he made a rather simple decision.

I guess I’ll just relax.

And that was exactly what he did.

By midday, Kael could be found lounging beside the swimming pool at his house, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun.

A comfortable reclining chair supported his body, while a cold drink rested on the small table beside him. He wore a pair of casual shorts and a light shirt, making him look like an ordinary young man enjoying a peaceful afternoon at home.

Not far from him, Hannah sat beneath a large parasol, occasionally taking a sip from her drink while watching Lyra and Ezra. The two girls were occupying themselves near the edge of the pool, their conversation lively, occasionally interrupted by laughter or a playful argument over something Kael couldn’t be bothered to follow.

So he simply closed his eyes again.

The sunlight was warm without being uncomfortable, and a gentle breeze occasionally drifted through the courtyard, carrying the faint scent of the surrounding greenery.

Kael smiled faintly.

He’d worked hard to reach this point. During his previous life, moments like this had been almost unimaginable. His family had been struggling, his mother had remained hospitalized, and Lyra had been forced to shoulder responsibilities that should never have fallen on her.

But now, things were different.

Hannah was healthy. Lyra could enjoy herself without constantly worrying about their financial situation. And Ezra was recovering well after everything she’d been through. Seeing them laughing together beside the pool was enough, on its own, to make Kael feel that every bit of his effort had been worth it.

He took another sip from his drink and settled more comfortably into the chair.

Well, there’s still plenty to do.

He knew that. The Mothlight Guild was only beginning to establish itself, and countless challenges still lay ahead of him. But those were problems for later. For now, he was perfectly content to enjoy the afternoon with his family.

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Meanwhile, at the very same time Kael was peacefully relaxing under the sun, he remained completely unaware that the event scheduled for that evening was already beginning to attract considerable attention.

And not just within the Eastern Safe Zone.

News of the Mothlight Guild’s auction had gradually spread among the representatives who’d recently arrived from the other Safe Zones.

At first, many had paid it little attention. After all, auctions weren’t particularly unusual. Powerful Guilds, wealthy merchants, and influential organizations regularly held such events to sell valuable equipment, rare materials, and other treasures pulled from the Tower or various Rifts.

However, as more information about Mothlight’s upcoming auction began circulating, some of the visiting representatives started taking genuine interest. The Guild itself was relatively new, and yet it was apparently preparing to auction off several items valuable enough to draw the attention of influential individuals. Naturally, that raised a few eyebrows.

Just where had this newly established Guild gotten its hands on such treasures?

Of course, some of the visitors suspected the Association was quietly orchestrating things behind the scenes.

Still, even with those suspicions, curiosity about the auction itself didn’t fade, after all, the representatives who’d traveled from distant Safe Zones were powerhouses in their own right, and the prospect of acquiring good treasures was bound to catch their attention regardless of any lingering doubts about foul play.

As a result, word of the auction kept spreading. And before long, it reached the ears of several individuals who’d come to the Southern Safe Zone primarily for the upcoming tournament.

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Within the large residential compound prepared for the visiting representatives, numerous luxurious villas stood arranged across an expansive stretch of land.

The compound had been provided by the Eastern Safe Zone’s Hunter Association specifically to accommodate important guests from the other territories. Each villa came equipped with its own facilities, spacious living quarters, private courtyards, and dedicated training areas.

Considering the status of many of the visitors, the Association had naturally made sure the accommodations were up to standard. After all, several of the representatives belonged to influential families and organizations that wielded considerable power within their respective Safe Zones. Providing them with inadequate lodging would only create unnecessary diplomatic headaches.

At that moment, within the courtyard of one particular villa, a young man could be seen training.

Bang!

A heavy impact echoed through the courtyard as the young man’s fist struck a reinforced training post, causing the thick structure to tremble violently. However, he didn’t stop. He withdrew his arm, adjusted his stance, and immediately followed with another strike.

Bang! Bang!

Each blow landed with impressive precision. His movements weren’t particularly flashy, nor did he rely on anything especially complicated. Instead, every punch emphasized raw strength, stability, and tight control.

The young man appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old. He possessed an athletic physique, broad shoulders paired with well-developed muscles that were neither excessively bulky nor overly slim.

His body had clearly been shaped through years of rigorous training, every muscle dense and refined, giving him the appearance of someone far stronger than his size might initially suggest.

However, his physique wasn’t the most unusual thing about him. That distinction belonged to his skin.

Under the afternoon sunlight, the surface of his body carried a faint metallic sheen, almost as though someone had coated his skin in an extremely thin layer of polished metal. The effect became especially noticeable whenever he moved, sunlight glinting faintly off his arms and shoulders with each strike.

But this wasn’t some decorative coating. Nor was it the result of specialized equipment. It was part of his power, a manifestation of the bloodline running through his veins.

The young man’s name was Enzo, and he belonged to the renowned Ironbull Clan of the Northern Safe Zone.

The Ironbull Clan was one of the most influential families within the Northern Safe Zone, its reputation built across generations on extraordinary physical strength.

Its members carried the bloodline of the Ironbull, a powerful lineage granting them remarkable physical capabilities.

Those who successfully awakened the bloodline developed bodies far stronger than those of ordinary humans, their muscles growing denser, their endurance climbing, their natural defenses improving significantly.

Some members could even manifest a metallic layer across their skin, dramatically increasing their resistance to physical attacks. And when combined with the overwhelming raw strength the Ironbull bloodline provided, the results could be downright terrifying.

Over the years, the Clan had leveraged that strength to establish its authority over a large stretch of the Northern Safe Zone. Numerous conflicts had been fought. Rivals had been crushed. And through a combination of military power, influence, and steadily accumulated resources, the Ironbull Clan had eventually secured its place among the great clans of the Northern Safe Zone.

Naturally, its descendants were expected to uphold that legacy.

And Enzo was no exception.