Unholy Player-Chapter 179: News

[Name]: Adyr

[Race]: Twilight Human

[Path]: Primora

[Evolution Step]: 2

[Physique]: 50

[Will]: 25 → 55

[Resilience]: 34

[Sense]: 30 → 55

[Energy]: 0 / 439 → 0 / 494

[Registered Talents]: 14/15 → 15/15

[Observer(Lv3)], [Tracking(Lv2)], [Throwing(Lv2)], [Cooking(Lv2)], [Linguistic(Lv2)], [Tactician(Lv2)], [Stealth(Lv2)], [Trapper(Lv2)], [Butchering(Lv2)], [Architect(Lv2)], [Scouting(Lv2)], [Surgery(Lv2)], [Reader(Lv2)], [Masonry(Lv2)], [Sword Art of Existence(Lv1)]

[Sparks]: 10/10

[Sanctuary]: Twilight Land

[Free Stat Points]: 95 → 40

Adyr glanced over his stats and allowed himself a rare moment of satisfaction. The only point of frustration was the lack of sufficient talent and Spark slots.

There were still countless talents he wanted to add—Flying, for one, which he would inevitably need to use and develop in the future. But registering it required reaching Rank 3 Practitioner first, so there was no real loss in waiting.

His short-term plan was clear: raise all his talents to level 3 and push one to level 4.

After increasing his stats, he resumed sparring with Rhys Graves and immediately felt the difference.

His grip on the swords was firmer yet lighter. The way his feet shifted, the flex and release of every muscle, every detail—and every flaw—surfaced all at once.

Still, he knew leveling up to 2 would take time. After another hour of sparring, he decided to call it a day.

"Your rate of improvement is impressive," Rhys said, slipping his daggers back into their sheaths.

He wasn’t just referring to Adyr’s mutant-enhanced strength, which had already surpassed his own. He meant the speed at which Adyr’s swordsmanship had grown over just these past few hours of training.

During their final exchanges, Rhys had especially struggled to counter Adyr’s moves.

"Only because I had a good sparring partner," Adyr replied with a faint smile.

Rhys Graves was more than just a sparring partner—he was a good teacher as well.

Rhys laughed softly. "Too bad this will be the first and last time I get to enjoy sparring with you. Only if I had been chosen to play the game, too."

His voice carried a mocking edge, but beneath it lingered a trace of regret.

Looking at how quickly Adyr was improving, Rhys realized it wouldn’t be long before he could no longer match him.

He had no chance to enter the game and develop like Adyr. For some reason, Henry had told him no new players were being accepted. At his age, it felt like retirement was inevitable.

"Why can’t you play?" Adyr asked, genuinely curious, hoping Rhys might know some detail he didn’t.

Rhys shook his head. "I don’t know exactly. Seems like they’re not sending anyone new besides the current players. Henry rambled about fate or something, but honestly, it didn’t make much sense."

Adyr frowned, thinking it over. The last time he talked with Henry, it was clear Henry didn’t know much either. Even the City managers apparently lacked deep insight. freewёbnoνel.com

I’ll probably have to talk to that Mad Scientist to piece this puzzle together, Adyr thought.

He was the culprit behind everything, the only one who truly knew the whole truth. But he was like a ghost—no one knew where to find him.

Lost in thought, Adyr didn’t notice Rhys speak again. "Alright, let’s meet again sometime. Maybe no sparring next time, but we could grab a drink." He turned toward the training room door.

"Sure," Adyr replied with a faint smile.

Rhys wasn’t exactly like him, but there was something familiar. Different goals, different characters, yet one thing they shared—they both smelled of blood.

No matter the reason, Adyr always preferred dealing with strong people. There was always something new to learn.

Just as Rhys reached the door, he stopped and turned back as if remembering something. "Almost forgot why I came. We just got a report from the east—more specifically, Shelter City 8. Something like that Cannibal incident happened nearby. They suffered heavy losses and asked for our help."

Rhys paused at the door and gave him a lopsided grin. "Looks like their players aren’t very reliable. Seems they didn’t have the strength to handle it. If you’re free, swing by and kick the asses of a few Spark-armed third-gen mutants. Get in touch if you’re up for it."

Without waiting for an answer, Rhys left the training room.

The STF team, still looking shaken, snapped to attention as he passed. They offered a crisp salute before falling in behind him and heading off the floor together.

Adyr stayed where he was for a moment, going over Rhys’s words in his head.

Looks like Cannibal was telling the truth. There are others like him.

That was good news. It meant more energy crystals to harvest—and maybe a chance to find a new Spark.

He still had no idea how Sparks had come into this world, but there was no point seeing it as anything other than fortune.

After a brief moment of thought, Adyr made up his mind. He slid the practice swords back into the rack and left the room.

"Mr. Adyr," Corven greeted him outside, approaching with dozens of researchers gathered behind his back.

"Hey," Adyr replied, deciding a quick chat wouldn’t hurt.

The researchers stared at him with keen, almost hungry eyes, hands already busy with tablets and notepads, jotting things down.

"Sorry to take your time like this," Corven began, his words quick and precise. "But I have something important to say."

As a researcher, time was his most valued asset—and he knew Adyr felt the same way.

"First of all, thank you for all the research data you’ve provided up to this point," Corven said sincerely.

Among all the players, Adyr was by far their most valuable subject, and even the smallest detail they extracted from him was an immense research asset.

Seeing Adyr nod with a smile, Corven seemed to relax and continued, "And to show you that nothing you provide goes to waste, the Physical Mutation and Weapon Engineering departments collaborated to design a few tools tailored to your data. When you have a chance, take a look and let us know what you think. Of course, all of it will come with a special discount just for you."

"Sure. Thank you," Adyr replied, genuinely appreciative.

This was exactly the level of support he expected from the research team and player headquarters.

With Rhys’s tip about a new hunting ground for energy crystals and now these custom-made weapons, it felt like the investments he’d made in them were finally paying off.

He was even a little excited to see what they’d come up with, especially knowing they’d built everything based on his own performance and personal requirements.

"It’s us who should be thanking you, Mr. Adyr," one of the researchers behind Corven spoke up, voicing the sentiment of the entire team. "Just keep showing us the other world, give us the motivation we need, and we’ll do everything we can to support you."

For them, money or fame meant nothing. Discovery was all that mattered. Being able to support someone who could show them new frontiers was more than just a duty—it was their passion.

"I understand," Adyr answered warmly. After exchanging a few brief words of parting, he turned to go.

But it looked like there were still others waiting for him.

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