EndGame: The Successor's Legacy-Chapter 36: Timeskip-3

Calix’s eyes slowly opened as his consciousness broke through the haze of darkness. Instantly, he jerked up his hands moving towards his chest dreading to see what had happened to hos wound.

However, even after tapping his whole body...he didn’t found any.

"What?...I am healed?" Looking at his chest he frowned confused from the whole ordeal. However just then, he remembered hearing the system’s ring of notifications before losing his consciousness.

"Oh, my rewards for the quest?" Tempted to check the rewards instantly he opened the system’s panels.

There...he checked through all the notifications of the system. As, he saw the last of the commands of the system he finally understood why there was no wound on his body.

"Hmm, it seems whatever this reward was, had been distributed to Anaerah and the egg. While some of it also healed my body. Ah, i wonder if i should be disappointed?" With a small tilt he thought.

The Dungeon had been horrifying. Remembering the ugly voice and the dread he felt from whatever that being was enough to send cold shivers ran down his spine.

"Ugh, i seriously hate my luck. Not even once it had been great." He muttered disappointed from his bad luck.

"Let’s check other rewards though." He tapped on the translucent screen as he saw his quests rewards.

[Stat Points- 30.

Skill- (Undead’s Hunter) had been given. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

{Undead’s Hunter}~ 1] When confronting an Undead, no matter how powerful that brings is you can sense it’s core instantly.

2] Your attacks are buffed and deal more damage to any Undead Type monster’s.

Artifact- Wearer’s Charm had been given.

Trial Gained skill had been given.]

"Oh, pretty neat i guess. Gaining two skills just in ten days is quite good. Also this Undead Hunter is a great skill." He mused as he looked at his reward.

Finally, checking all thing’s up. He stood up experiencing no problem after his injuries were healed. As he stood, the shimmering barrier surrounding him broke.

Neigh...

In a swift dash, a black blurr moved towards Calix. It was his horse. Trudging it’s hooves on the ground the the dark horse reached Calix.

"Hey there, buddy.. it’s been a while huh." Smiling, he ruffled the horse neck, as the black steed lightly nudged it’s head towards Calix in affection.

"I just remembered, i haven’t named you yet right?" He said, remembering that he had been calling the horse with just some other gesture rather than a name.

"Now, what would suit you?" Pinching his chin lightly, he take a good look at his steed.

It’s fur was dark as midnight just like his hair, while it’s eyes were a shade of dark crimson. Hard muscle ran over it’s body trained for both mobility and strength. It was definitely an outstanding horse.

"How about Night?...I feel it perfectly suits you." Calix said. Listening to the name, the horse neighed as it’s raised its head in the sky.

...It seemed that Night, found his new name quite pleasant.

"Haha, nice. You will be called Night, from now on. Well then, let’s take care of these bug’s shall we?" He said looking towards the dark forest where multiple of different pupils blinked with open malice and hunger.

Now that the dungeon gate had been gone from here, the monster would gather here.

He watched as infront of him, a monster came out from the woods. It’s growl whispering through the forest.

It was an dog like beast, with large canines and claws coming out from it’s mouth and limbs.

In a flash, before the mindless beast could even comprehend that his prey had already moved, Calix was upon the beast.

Clenching, his fist lightly...he smashed straight into the monster’s skull. A loud crack rang through the quiet forest as the monster’s skull shattered from the punch.

It’s body fell face first, into the ground as a crater formed beneath it’s head. It’s head had been smashed as blood came out of the monster all orifices.

[You have killed....]

The monster was dead.

"Eh?" Not expecting that much strength from his single blow, Calix for a moment froze. He looked at his fist slightly surprised, then a creepy grin fell onto his face.

"It seems that i can’t control my strength huh, good thing that i have so many punching bags to adjust to it. Hehe.." Glancing at the monsters hiding in the dark shade of the forest, he spoke eerily.

That day... slaughter took prominence in the forest.

*****

Three months passed by in the blink. It was time that felt both short and long. In the three months many things had happened both to Calix and Anaerah.

Anaerah after waking up from her unexpected near death experience quickly found out the reason behind it and also about the sudden gain in her strength.

It was a shock...to witness the action and power of her Soul Bond for the first time and it was nothing short of terrifying.

However, quick to recover from it. She focused on her preparations for the academy quickly. Even after her parents conundrum to not push herself too hard, she had managed to raise her level by a sub-rank.

In the three months, she found out many things about her family. First, unlike other noble families GoldShade’s were very different yet similar to them.

Same like other for them strength was a necessity. However, in the chase for strength they haven’t loosened the bonds of the family.

Anaerah’s new family consisting of her parents, a brother and grandparents loved her dearly...like very dearly.

On the day, when she was collapsed her father had left all of work to reach to her quickly, while her grandfather who was in very important meeting of grand noble’s didn’t even think once before leaving it and going to his grand daughter.

It was... strange.

Not the family but Anaerah’s heart.

’Are family supposed to be like this?’ She had thought.

And soon enough it was finally time for the academy.

*****

Calix’s days also did not pass by quietly. Instead, they were more brutal and relentless from the rest.

In the span of three months, many things had changed.

The boy who had once come from a mundane world confused, fragile, uncertain had been ground down and reforged. What remained was no longer just a boy.

He was a warrior.

Those three months were spent far from comfort. Calix’s sole focus was sharpening his combat ability, refusing to fall behind any of the main figures he knew would soon dominate the stage of the main story.

He didn’t chase shortcuts. He didn’t gamble on luck. Rather he focused more on the basics.

Again...

And again.

Sword and magic consumed him.

Every morning began with stance training—footwork carved into muscle memory until his legs moved before his mind could hesitate.

His grip on the sword became steadier, more natural, until it felt less like a weapon and more like an extension of his arm.

Magic followed sharply, as his mana control and flow grown by his genius talent and hard work.

He practiced until his core burned and his vision blurred, until even breathing felt like effort. And yet he had kept going.

Because growing stronger felt... good.

Addictive.

Each improvement, no matter how small, sent a quiet thrill through him. Faster reactions. Cleaner strikes. Sharper instincts. He could feel the difference in his body, in the way the world slowed when danger approached.

Outside of training, Calix hunted.

Monsters in the forest fell one by one beneath his blade and spells. He learned their habits, their weaknesses, the way they moved when wounded or cornered.

Each hunt added another layer of experience etched into his bones.

He gathered herbs—healing plants, mana-reactive roots, rare flowers that only bloomed under moonlight.

Anything useful, anything that might matter later, he collected and stored. Preparation was survival.

Because Calix knew something most didn’t.

The main story was coming. It was harsh, deadly and most of all destructive.

Sighing, thinking about it all. He moved towards the grand gates of the Arcania Academy.

"Here goes nothing..." Saying the words he entered the sacred gates.

*****

The world stood on the brink.

Unaware of the looming catastrophe, the saviours those destined to stand against fate were being erased one by one. Their lights went out quietly, unnoticed by the masses who still believed tomorrow would come as it always had.

Darkness had already taken root.

It crept through nations and bloodlines, through faith and ambition, sinking its claws deep into the foundations of the world.

Destruction was no longer a distant future—it was a present reality, patiently waiting for the final trigger.

And everything now depended on the chosen ones.

The stage was set.

The cast was ready.

And the extra had entered.

No one noticed him.

No one accounted for him.

Yet his presence alone had already begun to tilt the balance.

This was the beginning.

The beginning of the Endgame.

An endgame where mortals would dare to defy immortals.

Where gods would bleed.

Where demons would fall.

An endgame of the divine and the corrupt.

And when it finally began—

The world would never be the same again.