Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 502: Zone 43

The island where Lein stood had several small residences and buildings that seemed to serve specific purposes. In the distance, other floating islands could be seen, each protected by a semi-circular barrier pulsating with a faint glow. Lein realized that he had no idea where to go next. More importantly, he needed to know the location of his private zone.

"Please show me the way, Mister Zanthor," he finally said.

Zanthor immediately nodded obediently. "Of course, Elder Lein. Come, I will take you to the main hall." He gestured for Lein to walk ahead.

Lein stepped in the direction indicated. The massive three-story building with its grand structure became clearer as they approached. It was wide and sturdy, with a large funnel at the top that seemed to function as an energy convergence device.

"This main hall is the management center of the Manifestation Zone, Elder Lein," Zanthor explained as they walked. "If a zone's energy is depleted, the island will be sealed. And if a new zone appears, an array must be installed first to activate it."

Lein simply nodded, absorbing the information.

"Any disciple at the Grandmaster and King level who does not own a private zone must wait for their scheduled turn to study the laws," Zanthor continued.

They walked for several minutes along a well-maintained and clean pathway until they finally arrived at the entrance of the main hall. There were no guards stationed at the doorway. The building stood tall with a futuristic design, predominantly black and glossy, reflecting the surrounding light. As they entered, a vast room welcomed them.

In the center of the hall, a reception desk served as the primary service point. In another corner, several King-Tier 1 rulers sat around small tables, engaged in serious discussions with their peers. Lein could sense the aura of even stronger King-tier rulers upstairs—some of them at Tier 2 and 3.

"More than I expected," he mused to himself. The Invictus Sect had more high-tier rulers than he initially thought.

"Please, Elder Lein. You need to collect your zone token," Zanthor said, once again gesturing respectfully.

Lein stepped forward, passing several individuals who occasionally glanced at him with curiosity, until he finally reached the reception desk.

The male receptionist immediately turned his attention to him. With a professional demeanor, the man offered a polite smile. "Welcome, Elder Lein. How may I assist you?"

"I wish to claim my private law zone," Lein replied casually.

Without delay, the receptionist moved efficiently. His hands swiftly navigated through records and a holographic screen behind the desk, registering something with practiced ease. Lein waited patiently, observing his surroundings while contemplating how well-organized the administration here was.

It didn't take long before the receptionist retrieved a scroll and a token engraved with a special symbol. "Please sign here, Elder Lein. After that, this will be your access token to your private zone."

Lein took the scroll and skimmed through its contents. It was an official declaration regarding the claim of a law zone. "Even a place like this follows administrative procedures?" he murmured, slightly surprised. Usually, places of great power did not bother with such formalities.

After ensuring there was nothing suspicious in the document, he signed it and took the token. Without lingering, he turned and walked out of the hall, heading toward his law zone.

***

"Zone 43 is over there, sir," Zanthor said, pointing to an island in the distance.

They currently stood on a long bridge connecting two islands. The bridge's surface was made of solid gray material, firm beneath their feet, while both sides were lined with a powerful security net that shimmered when struck by light.

Lein observed the path ahead, his eyes scanning the island that was his destination. "Alright... let's go."

He started walking leisurely, allowing the gentle breeze from the waters below to brush against his skin.

Zanthor followed behind him, occasionally glancing to the left and right, where other suspension bridges stretched across, linking small islands adorned with dense trees and vibrant flowering plants.

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The journey didn't take long. Once they arrived, a plaque stood tall at the entrance of the island. Its holographic display emitted a soft blue glow, presenting detailed zone information.

Lein paused in front of it, calmly reading the data displayed on the hologram.

"So this is my law zone..." he whispered.

[ Zone 43 ]

Owner: Elder Lein (Permanent)

Law Type: Spatial Law

Law Energy: 130k

Seeds: 2

Seeds Area: 10 km

"Spatial Law?" Lein raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes scanning the words on the hologram. Spatial Law was one of the fundamental laws required for advancing to King-Tier 2.

His gaze shifted to the numbers displayed. 130,000 law energy. He pondered for a moment, trying to determine whether that amount was considered high or low in terms of law territory. Lein glanced at Zanthor, intending to ask, but he held back upon remembering the man's power level.

Zanthor stared at the hologram, his mouth slightly open, eyes widening as if in disbelief. His breath hitched for a moment before he turned to Lein, his voice trembling with excitement. "Elder Lein... this zone is incredibly rich. Its energy exceeds 100,000!"

Lein narrowed his eyes, still not entirely grasping the scale of its value. "Is that a lot? What does it affect?" he asked, genuine confusion evident in his tone.

Zanthor let out a short breath, trying to calm himself before explaining, "Here's the thing, Lord Lein. To reach King-Tier 2, a King-Tier 1 ruler needs to absorb at least 10,000 law energy from their territory."

Lein listened intently, his mind beginning to form a clearer picture.

"Meanwhile, advancing from King-Tier 2 to King-Tier 3 requires around 50,000 law energy. With 130,000, this zone isn't just enough to elevate you to King-Tier 3—it still has a massive reserve left!" Zanthor's eyes gleamed with admiration as he looked at Lein.

Lein slowly nodded, now realizing just how valuable this island was. Anything related to a King-tier ruler's advancement was undoubtedly rare and highly contested. The fact that he had access to such a rich resource without having to struggle for it made him feel luckier than ever.

However, there was one other thing that caught his attention. "You seem to know quite a lot about this. Where did you learn it?" Lein asked with a skeptical tone. A regular Grandmaster shouldn't have such deep knowledge about a King-tier ruler's breakthrough process.

Zanthor lowered his head momentarily before lifting it again, a faint yet bittersweet smile on his lips. "My grandfather was once a King-tier ruler. But he perished in battle. An old friend of his brought our family to the Invictus Sect so we could survive."

Lein studied the man's expression, seeing how nostalgia and loss were written clearly on his face.

"As the eldest grandson, I was given access to my grandfather's inheritance." Zanthor lifted his chin slightly, his voice carrying a hint of pride. But beneath it, there was an undeniable sadness. For a brief moment, the image of a gallant old man crossed his mind—someone who had sacrificed everything for his family.

Lein remained silent. No words were needed to understand that feeling.