Undying Warlord

“So you’re saying that not everyone might treat me as nicely as you do?” Dilan asked the Old Librarian after listening to one of the many stories he had to tell.

The Old Librarian considered Dilan like a long-lost friend and he told him everything Dilan could possibly want to know.

“Of course not. Most Cultivators have high self-esteem and they only want someone with perfect compatibility, demeanor, and the right amount of desire to learn the techniques they created and honed for the entirety of their life.

It’s only obvious that you won’t be able to meet everyone’s standards!” The Old Librarian declared and Dilan agreed to that. It made sense that Martial Artists were looking for the best possible candidate to inherit their legacy.

However, even if most of the Cultivators, or Martial Artists, would be looking for the best possible candidate to inherit their legacy, it was a fact that their legacy was likely to perish the moment their Soul Shard and real body ceased to exist.

Without a Legacy Holder or a place where they stored their Legacy to be procured by someone with suitable conditions, their Legacy would die, and so would the legends revolving around those historical figures.

At least that was how Dilan looked at the given situation.

“They might be desperate though. Well…we will see, haha!” Dilan started laughing and the Old Librarian looked at him with an excited glint in his eyes.

‘He can tell, can’t he?’ The Old man thought, clearing his throat to attract Dilan’s attention as they made their way toward the training grounds where most Instructors were.

“What kind of techniques are you the most interested in?” He asked while chatting with Dilan.

“The most interesting? I don’t have anything that you can label as a big interest in specific techniques. As long as they do what they’ve been created for I will be fine! However, I think a good Close Combat Martial Arts technique, a good Weaponry Martial Arts technique, a suitable Spellcraft technique, and a Movement technique should be what I’m looking for.” Dilan thought out loud while rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Dilan didn’t possess a single technique. All his ‘techniques’ were abilities, item abilities, his Origin ability, or what he had learned from fighting countless monsters in a short period of time. As for his biggest strength, it was the fact that his stats were extremely high and that he could quite literally ignore the unbearable pain of his body getting torn apart, even if his stats reached a threshold where his entire being should have been torn apart at once.

He knew some Basic martial arts because he had been taught a bit before the Primordial Ascension had occurred, but other than that, Dilan would consider himself a diamond in the rough. He was a diamond because of his passive occupational ability [True Weapon Specialist] and because of his instincts while battling powerful opponents.

“What about Essence Cultivation techniques? Are you interested in something like that?” The Old Librarian asked all of a sudden, dragging Dilan out of his thoughts.

“Do you mean a technique to absorb higher quality Essence out of Essence crystals, or something similar to that?” He responded with a question of his own but the Old Librarian just shook his head.

“No, I mean techniques that allow you to absorb the Essence out of the surrounding area, the heaven, the earth, and the void…something like that…” The Old Librarian noticed Dilan’s baffled expression and he stopped speaking.

Dilan, however, kept staring at the Old Librarian as if he had just ascended to Godhood.

“Something like that exists? You don’t have to endlessly continue killing monsters to increase your stats and level until you finally reach the Peak of your current Tier?” Dilan asked incredulously.

He might love fighting, and slaughtering the fierce monsters all around him, but there had always been a doubt in his mind. He had killed countless monsters who had just wanted to live a peaceful life, just to get his hands on their Essence Crystals.

There were more than enough predators, yet, Dilan eradicated entire races all by himself, just to level up once or twice, or improve his stats by a few units.

“Hach…looks like I became a loser…” Dilan muttered when he realized what his mind was trying to do with him. His own mind was trying to guilt-trap him right now, make him believe that everything he had done until now was wrong and that he had sinned.

That might be the case, but there was actually no reason for him to feel bad. If his opponents had been stronger than him, they would have killed him without bothering to know whether he was good or bad as well.

Furthermore, the past had already elapsed and it was not necessary to feel guilty about the monsters he had killed. This would just turn him into a weakling, a coward, and someone who didn’t have the right to tell his sisters that he would protect them, no matter what would happen.

Dilan scoffed at his own behavior and mindset. He could tell that his mind wanted him to take things easier since his father had been killed and his sisters had reunited with him. It was almost as if his mind had given up continuing to put in extremely hard work which Dilan had grown accustomed to as if it was his second skin.

His hard work had allowed him to reach his current state, and he truly believed that it was not just the Universe controlling everything the way it wanted. After all, there had been a bunch of Primordial Ascensions in the last tens of thousands of years, and a hard-working person like Dilan had only appeared now. He might have been prophesied by the Oracle, but it was just that, a prophecy.

It was not the hard work of the Universe that created him, but his own existence that was not content with how life had treated him so far!

Unfortunately, that was just something he could tell himself, and it was not exactly what his subconscious was trying to convey to him. His subconscious told him that he would have reached this point no matter how hard or little he worked, but that was quite literally bullshit.

“What do you mean by Loser? Well, whatever. You are mistaken about the Essence Cultivation technique, and I hope you can reconsider learning one for yourself as well. You might actually be able to compress your Essence and create a stronger body and mind!” The Old Librarian vehemently brushed off Dilan’s concern. He didn’t want to hear anything about Losers. He was more interested in sharing the knowledge he had acquired about Essence Cultivation techniques with Dilan, either way.

“Create a stronger body and mind? Of course, I want that!” Dilan’s interest was piqued and he started to listen intently to the Old Librarian’s lengthy explanation about what exactly Essence Cultivation techniques were, and how it should be possible to advance through the threshold of a Tier by compressing enough Essences to a certain degree.

“If I’m not mistaken, you shouldn’t even have problems becoming a True God if you use the Essence Cultivation technique I’ve created!