Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 53: Fully Armed

To survive and thrive anywhere, one must demonstrate overwhelming strength. It was a truth Aizen had long understood, and today, he had shown everyone a glimpse of his true power. In a few swift and brutal moves, he had slain Krul, who held the sixty-first position on the Outer Gate Gold List.

What he showcased wasn’t just raw strength but also a chilling ruthlessness, an audacity that bordered on recklessness. His actions spoke louder than words: he was either utterly fearless or had significant backing to act so decisively. People like Aizen were rarely fools. If they wielded such ferocity, it usually meant they had hidden depths or strong allies to support them.

Krul was no ordinary opponent; she was a prominent member of the Consolidating faction and one of its most vital figures. The Consolidating faction, although a subsidiary and subservient to the larger Right faction, still had considerable influence, boasting skilled Inner Gate warriors among their ranks. Furthermore, Krul’s husband, the Ghost Blade Kean, was a force to be reckoned with. Ranked twenty-seventh on the Gold List, Kean was a fearsome warrior with a reputation as sharp as his blade. Though he lacked any towering patron or lineage, his prowess was undeniable, and his background respectable.

Krul herself, apart from her Sorcery skills, was renowned for her extraordinary beauty. Yet Aizen had killed her with cold precision, not even sparing a second thought. Such a merciless act would inevitably draw the wrath of both the Consolidating faction and Kean. It was only a matter of time before they came seeking revenge.

The fact that Aizen remained unbothered, spending an entire day at Krul’s residence without interruption, only highlighted the deceptive calm that often comes before a storm. His current safety was a fleeting illusion, the ominous silence that foreshadows chaos.

Now, in the heart of his secret chamber, darkness swallowed everything. The blackness was so dense that it was impossible to see even one’s own hand. In this void-like environment,Aizen’s mind was entirely focused on the Sorcery arts images that unfolded in his consciousness.

Within his mental landscape, a tall, commanding middle-aged man appeared. He was garbed in an extravagant robe of deep purple and black, the colors exuding both nobility and intimidation. His features were severe and imposing: a broad forehead and square face accentuated by thick, arched brows that curved upward like the wings of a hawk. His piercing eyes held a predatory sharpness, brimming with ambition and an undeniable sense of authority. Two meticulously groomed mustaches framed his mouth, while a dark beard covered his chin, adding to his aura of unyielding dominance. Even his furrowed brow seemed to carry the weight of a thousand commands, radiating an innate sense of power and majesty.

This was none other than the legendary Solitary Tyrant from the classic Storm and Cloud Under Heaven. His fame and infamy preceded him, a figure whose very name sent shivers down spines. Even without consciously observing his movements, Aizen could feel the oppressive and razor-sharp aura emanating from the finger technique the man was practicing.

The Three Element Discolited Finger was a technique unrivaled in its ferocity and intensity. When executed by a master like Solitary Tyrant, the technique seemed to come alive with a force that was almost tangible. Aizen didn’t just see the technique; he felt it. The atmosphere was charged with a biting, frost-like sharpness that pierced the soul, mixed with a majestic, cloud-like grandeur that seemed to fill the heavens, and a wind-like agility that moved with breathtaking speed.

These three sensations—the freezing, domineering fierceness, the vast, overwhelming grandeur, and the swift, lightning-like dexterity—were distinct yet harmonious. But Aizen couldn’t shake the feeling that something essential was missing. There was an unmistakable sense of incompleteness, like a story missing its climax or a storm that never fully erupted.

In his mind, the image of Solitary Tyrant soon dissipated, and with it, the sensations of the three distinct moments also faded. Aizen opened his eyes, feeling a tinge of regret. In the pitch darkness, his eyes flashed briefly, like a spark in the void. He understood now what that sense of incompleteness was. It came from the absence of a unifying force, an explosive culmination that merged the three momenta into one unstoppable attack—the ultimate technique of the Three Element Discolited Finger: Three Element Extinguishing Void.

This realization left Aizen deep in thought. He could now more clearly grasp the core essence of the Three Element Discolited Finger. The cold, cutting ruthlessness of the frost element, the overwhelming grandeur of the clouds, and the agile swiftness of the wind—his comprehension had deepened.

He looked at a newly formed Sorcery arts entry that had appeared in his consciousness:

"Three Element Discolited Finger (originally a second-tier technique, downgraded to fourth-tier due to incompleteness): Proficiency: 15%. Finger technique killing moves: Shattering Jade, Dividing Gold, Three Divisions of the World, Urgent as Fire."

Thanks to his earlier insights, his proficiency had unexpectedly risen to 15 percent, despite the technique being incomplete and still at the beginner level. Aizen then examined the proficiency levels of his other Sorcery arts. His highest proficiency remained with the Decapitating Sword Technique, followed closely by his mastery of basic fist techniques and foundational movement skills.

"Right now, the Sorcery arts I’ve learned already cover most of my combat needs," Aizen thought to himself. "I don’t urgently need to learn any more techniques. The ones I know are enough to fully utilize my current power. What I need now is to focus on tempering my body and advancing my cultivation realm. And I need to practice these techniques until they become second nature, until I can execute them flawlessly."

With this in mind, Aizen began forming a plan. As an Outer Gate disciple, he had the freedom to leave the mountain and engage in training missions. He could easily find an excuse to descend the mountain, exploring the Magus World and sharpening his skills. Only through real combat and life-or-death experiences could he rapidly grow stronger.

But before leaving, there were some matters he needed to settle. For one, he had to prepare for the imminent confrontations with people who would soon come looking for him. And then there was the matter of Valentino, the Right faction representative currently stationed in Devil Mountain City. Even though Aizen’s current status made him more valuable than Valentino in the eyes of the Right faction’s leadership, he still had scores to settle.

Even if the incident involving Leo’s death were revealed, the higher-ups wouldn’t eliminate Aizen without consideration. His potential was too valuable, and there would be influential figures who would defend him. However, Aizen had always hated being at a disadvantage. Valentino had to die, not just because of their history but because Valentino also knew a dangerous secret—the existence of Aizen’s Absorbing Star Technique.

While Aizen might not fully comprehend the level of this cultivation method, he could easily alert the higher-ups, sparking their greed. Human nature was treacherous; once greed was ignited, it could become more monstrous than any demon. Aizen wasn’t prepared to reveal the secret of the Absorbing Star Technique unless he absolutely had to.

Even if he ever did, it would be on his terms. Anyone who dared to reveal his secret would have to be prepared to face his wrath. Only two people currently knew about the Absorbing Star Technique:Valentino and Lilith. If Valentino were eliminated, only Lilith would be left. If anyone else learned of it, and if he had no choice but to expose the technique to save himself, Aizen would ensure they paid a heavy price, even making those who leaked the secret regret ever crossing him.

Having made up his mind, Aizen stood up. He had no intention of sitting in meditation any longer. Instead, he accessed the Active Mall, his gaze locking onto the Curtana Sword, which was priced at a staggering 2,000 task Wisdom points. He had long desired a high-Rate weapon, and the Curtana Sword met all his requirements.

An ordinary refined iron sword, a lower ninth-Rate weapon, was only suitable for novice Sorcery artists in the early or middle magus body refining Stage. For warriors who had reached the late magus body refining stage, even those who were relatively successful would invest heavily in acquiring a top ninth-Rate Fountain sword. A high seventh-grade weapon like the Curtana Sword was a rare treasure, worthy of being the weapon of choice for a consummate magus body refining Apprentice. It was a blade that even gold couldn’t easily buy.

Gritting his teeth, Aizen made the painful decision. He exchanged 2,000 task activity points for 200 Wisdom coins and purchased the Curtana Sword. A soft, melodic hum echoed through the dark chamber as the sword materialized.

Aizen felt the weight of the weapon settle in his hand. The scabbard, made of some unknown material, felt both sturdy and comfortable in his grip. With a firm hold on the hilt, he drew the sword slowly, and the room was momentarily illuminated by a cold, radiant light.

"Ching!"

The blade left its scabbard completely, and Aizen couldn’t resist swinging it in a graceful arc. The sword carved a beautiful flower-like pattern in the air, its movement nearly silent yet hypnotic.

"A good horse deserves a fine saddle; a hero deserves a good sword," Aizen thought. Though he didn’t consider himself a hero, he had a deep appreciation for fine weaponry.

The sword’s edge was so sharp that when it neared his body, even his tough, leather-like skin felt a shiver of cold. Goosebumps rose, and he could feel the intense sharpness prickling him.

"A magnificent sword!" he exclaimed, flicking the blade with his finger. The metal rang with a clear, resonant hum, vibrating gently in his grip.

A moment of concentration revealed the weapon’s details in his mind:

"Curtana Sword : High 3rd-rate. Evaluation: A blade that cuts through iron like mud, on par with the Dragon Tongue Sword."

Satisfied, Aizen sheathed the sword. His Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon belt had a hidden fold that functioned as a strap, perfectly designed to secure the sword at his waist. The weapon now rested comfortably by his side, ready for battle.