SWNOVELXO Chapter 30
Chapter 30 Your First Encounter With Her:
[You left the slums, but your legend lives on. In the slums, you are known as the legendary man.]
[After your departure, the slum’s evil forces sought to gain your favor and punished the scavengers who had clashed with you. You became a figure of fear, whispered about as the invisible godfather of the slums.]
[You moved closer to the city center.]
[In this new area, the environment was clean and orderly, free of the foul stench and polluted sewage of the slums.]
[Your mood improved greatly, allowing you to study magic faster. With your elemental perception, mortal wisdom, and observer talents, you mastered more attributes by your third year.]
[At 17 years old, you became a composite element mage, proficient in earth, wind, water, fire, thunder, light, darkness, life, and death.]
[The only elements beyond your reach were time and space, domains belonging to the gods—or more precisely, to the Supreme God—far beyond human understanding.]
[You accepted this limitation, content with mastering so many elements and devoting yourself fully to magic.]
[The realm of magicians is divided into apprentice, official magician, elite magician, great magician, grand magician, holy magician, and demigod.]
[Your exceptional talent propelled you forward at an astonishing rate.]
[In your fourth year of simulation, at 18, you became an official magician.]
[In your fifth year of simulation, at 19, you mastered all level 1–3 basic magic across all attributes. You established contracts with multiple elemental elves, drawing magical energy from the elemental plane to sustain yourself. Your mana capacity was ten times that of an ordinary magician, a hidden blessing.]
[In your sixth year of simulation, at 20, you advanced to elite mage status.]
[This newfound power enabled you to wield level 4–5 magic, granting the ability to destroy towns or, given time, even cities.]
[To remain inconspicuous, you kept your status as an elite mage a secret, claiming to have only recently become an official magician.]
[Despite your modesty, your name spread like wildfire. Your rise from the slums to magical prominence captivated Allenson City. From nobles to beggars, all knew your name.]
[Your story became a source of inspiration, a shining tale of triumph over adversity. Troubadours sang of your journey, spreading your legend far and wide. Nobles sought your company, and the poor saw you as a beacon of hope.]
The simulation was progressing smoothly. Unlike the first simulation, which felt like a beginner’s bonus, this second run provided unparalleled satisfaction. The synergy of your three talents amplified your progress far beyond simple arithmetic.
At just 20 years old, you had reached elite mage status. You felt confident that before this simulation ended, you could ascend to the rank of Holy Magister and perhaps even glimpse the domain of the gods.
“If I can replicate my simulated progress in reality, I’ll truly be unstoppable,” Xu Xi thought. “If the demigod level of the magic system is equivalent to the Loose Immortal stage in cultivation, then reaching Holy Magister would parallel the Mahayana stage.”
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, Xu Xi wandered the city streets, absentmindedly nibbling on a piece of bread.
Turning into a narrow alley to take a shortcut, his boots splashed through muddy puddles. The clean lines of his attire contrasted sharply with the grimy, bloodstained surroundings.
This city, for all its grandeur, was rife with cruelty. The powerful fought their battles with influence, while the powerless resorted to primal violence. Blood was as common as rain here, but Xu Xi had no reason to fear. Everyone in Allenson knew him, and none would dare provoke an official magician.
“Stop… stop!” a trembling voice called out. “Hand over the bread. Hand over the bread!”
Startled, Xu Xi halted and looked up to see a small, frail figure blocking his path.
It was late October, and the weather had grown chilly. The figure before him wore only a ragged coat and oversized green trousers, clearly scavenged from refuse. Her dirt-caked hair clung to her scalp, revealing a faint scar on her forehead.
Her pale golden eyes lacked light, filled instead with emptiness and fear, as though she carried the weight of unspeakable horrors.
Xu Xi’s gaze dropped to her hands, which clutched a small knife. Though her body trembled and her grip was unsteady, she held onto the weapon as if it were her only lifeline.
But threatening an official magician with a knife? It was absurd.
Frowning, Xu Xi activated his observer talent.
Immediately, he noticed details invisible to the average eye—broken horns concealed beneath her matted hair and faint scales hidden beneath her skin.
“A half-demon hybrid,” Xu Xi murmured. “She must be one of the refugees who fled to Allenson recently. No wonder she doesn’t recognize me.”
Taking a step forward, Xu Xi examined the scars on her face, the bruises on her arms, and the sheer terror in her quaking frame.
“She’s… pitiful,” Xu Xi thought, lowering his gaze with a sigh.
In a world ruled by gods, demons stood as their eternal adversaries. While most demons were monstrous in appearance, some bore striking similarities to humans, leading to forbidden unions that produced hybrids.
These hybrids, despised for their mixed blood, were almost always abandoned at birth. Only a rare few, valued for their strength, were kept alive to be trained as soldiers.
The girl before him was clearly one of the unlucky ones—a rejected “defective” hybrid, too weak to inherit demonic power yet too inhuman to blend into human society.
“Don’t… don’t come any closer!” she cried, her voice trembling with panic as Xu Xi approached.