Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 64 --Ninety Million Points — Whitewing Tiger!

Chapter 64: Chapter64-Ninety Million Points — Whitewing Tiger!

[Legion Points: 95.27 million]

Seeing the haul this time, Caelan couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction.

That Awakening Skill he had just used was the effect of [Divine Summon].

And honestly? It had felt insanely good.

That enormous dragon—radiant like a blazing sun—had delivered a sense of oppression and raw power that far exceeded anything he’d expected. What thrilled Caelan even more was the sheer destructive force when the [Divine Dragon] self-destructed.

Two-star awakeners, six-star awakeners—every last one of them was launched straight into the sky by that single move.

And with just one skill, he’d earned over ninety million points.

Looks like as long as he kept working hard, tossed out another ten or so skills, and he could achieve basically any goal he wanted.

But since earning points didn’t seem all that difficult anymore, Caelan decided his priority should be strengthening himself first.

So he found another ring-pair. The effect wasn’t as good as the [Sacred Rings]—it could only barely reach about a quarter of their power—but as a transitional piece, it was more than enough. Besides, it only cost five million points.

A total bargain.

In fact, if anyone else were present at this moment, they would’ve been stunned by Caelan’s decision.

That was gear bought with five million points—yet he was treating it as nothing more than a temporary substitute?

If other members of the Ironclad Legion found out, they’d probably be so depressed they’d start questioning reality.

After all, for most Ironclad Legion members, saving up a few million points was basically impossible without over ten years of grinding.

But Caelan?

He used a single skill and earned over ninety million points.

Ever since awakening his class, Caelan had never fought such a ridiculously wealthy battle.

Staring at his remaining balance—still around ninety million points—he actually felt, for a brief moment, like he could never spend it all.

But he quickly came to his senses. It was an illusion, nothing more.

Because in front of the Sacred Rings, he was still dirt poor.

Then, all of a sudden, Caelan remembered the mount he’d seen earlier—Alyssa’s ride.

That imposing, awe-inspiring look... it had genuinely tempted him.

Sure, Caelan knew he wasn’t a knight-type class, and he didn’t have any skills that paired with mounts.

But why overthink it?

If it looked cool, that was enough.

And besides, a high-quality mount was far faster than ordinary transportation. For powerful awakeners, owning a mount was practically essential as a means of travel.

And at critical moments, a mount could even assist in combat.

With that thought, Caelan immediately began scanning the Legion store.

[Giant Soldier Ant Beast] — 2 million points!

[Thunderwing Bird] — 2 million points!

[Wind Elk] — 3 million points!

...

[Dark Jaguar] — 10 million points!

[Whitewing Tiger] — 10 million points!

A mount priced at ten million points basically represented the most top-tier category available.

Even within the Ironclad Legion, only mid-to-upper management could afford something like that.

Caelan hesitated for a while, then finally fixed his gaze on the Whitewing Tiger.

Let’s go with the white tiger. Just hearing the name sounds badass.

The next instant, as he selected "Purchase," ten million points were deducted from his account.

Caelan didn’t feel the slightest bit pained about spending those ten million points.

It was only one-tenth of the cost of a single skill use, after all—practically nothing.

Next, all he had to do was go to any Ironclad Legion service outlet and pick up the summoning scroll.

From now on, once he entered an Instance, he wouldn’t have to run everywhere by himself anymore.

Although...

Caelan paused, suddenly remembering something.

If he used [Flashstep], wasn’t that actually more convenient?

He froze for a beat, then comforted himself silently:

It’s fine. With a mount, I can at least save some mind power.

Caelan didn’t linger at the Instance Control Center. Mainly because ever since he obtained that purple crystal card last time, the gold coins earned from sales at the Instance Control Center were transferred directly into his account.

So all he needed to do now was sit back and wait for Marov to handle things.

After freeloading a free lunch, Caelan headed to an Ironclad Legion service outlet and collected his mount.

As he tore open the summoning scroll, a sleek, overwhelmingly handsome Whitewing Tiger immediately appeared before him.

Caelan nodded, extremely satisfied.

"Such a cool-looking white tiger... From now on, your name is Albie."

Caelan hadn’t paid attention to the crowd around him, so when he summoned Albie, he didn’t bother hiding it from anyone.

But the moment Albie appeared, it instantly drew every gaze in the area.

"My god... that Whitewing Tiger is way too handsome. That’s gotta be the highest-quality mount."

"I heard mounts like that are basically impossible to buy even if you have money. One of those could easily cost hundreds of millions of gold coins. Who the hell is that rich?"

"Wait—look at the owner! He’s so young. Why have I never seen him before?"

Caelan ignored the chatter. He swung himself up onto Albie’s back, then shot forward like a gust of wind, charging toward the teleportation array.

While things weren’t busy, he planned to grind his level up first.

At this point, the Instances around Mylanne City could no longer satisfy Caelan’s leveling needs. He had to move to a larger city-state.

...

Meanwhile, after several days of relentless effort, the higher-ups of the titan race within Mylanne City’s underground dungeon network had finally locked onto Caelan’s identity.

Yet even after multiple rounds of verification, when they realized that the mysterious powerhouse might actually be Caelan, they still felt as if the world had gone mad.

A plain, unremarkable [White Swordsman]—could he really be that strong?

After internal discussion, the titan race leadership ultimately decided to make a covert move against Caelan.

They didn’t inform any of their allied races about this operation.

Because in the titan race’s eyes, if they could rely on their own strength to kill a human genius—whether he was a Chosen One or not—it would once again prove their overwhelming might.

"Have the assassins been dispatched already?" a young titan race awakener asked. He had become the titan race’s intelligence officer, and he spoke up to report.

"My lord, the assassins are already in position. An eight-star awakener is participating as well."

"Right now, our people have already tracked the target’s movements. We only need to choose the right location—and then we can strike."

The titan race higher-up nodded, pleased with the deployment.

The only thing to worry about was the peak six-star archbishop in Mylanne City.

Though the gap between six-star and eight-star was like heaven and earth, there was one key issue:

This was human territory.

The Church never showed mercy to other races. And within the city-state, there were suppression arrays that limited displayed strength—meaning the maximum power anyone could exert here was peak six-star.