"The Seal of Unlimited Courage."
It was a lousy name, but it left an important mark in history simply because it was Cavendish's Soul Imprint.
"As long as you firmly believe that you won't lose, you'll become stronger. Are you a hot-blooded main character? Also, what's with this name that sounds like it's a common imitation? Do you need me to think of a new name for you? "
"No need. Countless precedents have proven that if you, Roland, come up with a name, you'll definitely become the greatest shame of your life. I'm not that stupid."
That was his reply back then, but from a certain standpoint, I wasn't wrong. This was truly an ability that only a main character in a legendary story would have.
Never giving up. As long as one didn't admit defeat, one would become stronger and stronger. When faced with endless hopeless situations, when fate forced one to repeatedly face an army by oneself, this was indeed the most suitable ability.
And when this ability was grasped by an ordinary person, there was a limit to how much courage a person could possess. There would probably be a limit to how strong it could be, and the amplification of power would also be limited. But in the hands of Cavendish, who didn't know fear or difficulty, this was the strongest Soul Imprint in the world.
"Saint-rank? A Demon Lord? Won't I die if my head is chopped off? As long as I die and feel pain, what's the difference? "
Cavendish, who was laughing maniacally on the battlefield, said so. Behind him, there was already a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses. In front of this insane God of Slaughter, even the demons who didn't know what fear was were afraid. The Beastmen who had the protection of the God of War were afraid. The human allied armies that were attacking the Mist Kingdom were also afraid.
"Legend-rank Beastmen? Behemoths? Won't they die if their heads are chopped off? As long as they bleed and feel pain, what's the difference between them and ordinary humans? "
Standing alone on top of the checkpoint, the young Knight Princess blocked the Beastmen's charge by herself. Her silver armor was already stained with the enemy's blood. Countless Beastmen corpses lay on the ground, but they were unable to advance even an inch.
And next to her longsword was the corpse of the Wolf King! Not far away, the Behemoth with its head separated from its body was even more inconceivable.
"Next!"
The furious Princess Knight stood tall with her sword in hand. The Beastman warriors in front of her began to hesitate and retreat. Thirty minutes ago, this seemingly weak girl had shouted such a thing. Countless Beastman warriors had rushed up to her, only to be slaughtered one by one.
"Next!"
Twenty minutes ago, the Behemoth that caused the earthquake let out a frenzied battle roar and charged forward, intending to strangle the human in front of it to death. In the end, its throat was sliced open, and it died in agony.
"Next!"
Five minutes ago, the pride of the werewolf race, the incomparably valiant Wolf King Sostero, had charged forward with his personal guards, but this time, he was killed in a single slash.
"Next!"
When the silver-armored female Knight roared angrily with her sword, the brave beastmen finally retreated. Perhaps they weren't afraid of sacrificing themselves, but at least their sacrifices were meaningful.
"Our princess! The most powerful princess in the world! "
"Long live the Knight Princess!"
In Renée's eyes, her blood was boiling, and the world in front of her began to blur. The cheers behind her seemed to be a lifetime ago, and there was only one thought lingering in her mind.
"I want power, I need more power!"
She was demanding, demanding power from her own soul — a Soul Imprint.
When the Light of Law of Great Judgement illuminated the entire city, the Gold-rank Law Knight Renée was further strengthened by the Forbidden Spell. Normally, a Legend who was forcefully promoted to this level shouldn't have been able to form a Soul Imprint.
But not only did she successfully form one, it was an unimaginably powerful Soul Imprint — the Seal of Unlimited Bravery!
That's right, the Soul Imprint that Renée formed was exactly the same as Cavendish's Soul Imprint, no matter in name or characteristics.
Theoretically speaking, this was completely impossible. A Soul Imprint was the summary of a person's knowledge and life experience, and it was the cornerstone for one's future growth. It was impossible for a Soul Imprint to be exactly the same, unless two people had the exact same life, the exact same personality, and the exact same soul.
And not only did this strange thing that was theoretically impossible happen, there was an even stranger follow-up. Under normal circumstances, "Great Judgement" should have ended, and Renée's power level should have returned to its original state. But now, not only did Renée not return to the Gold-rank, she was actually continuously becoming stronger.
"She's definitely not an ordinary Legend. I'm afraid that even a Saint-rank Warrior wouldn't be a match for her. Both her combat experience and power level are so perfect. I didn't expect Princess Renée to have hidden her strength so deeply!"
Experience, Strength, Combat Intelligence, Special Abilities, and Basic Attributes were the weakest components of a powerhouse's overall strength. Not only was his Basic Attributes skyrocketing, but his combat experience, battlefield intuition, and other things that could only be accumulated over time were also skyrocketing at an inconceivable rate.
"Oh, so this continuous sword swinging is the profound meaning of a Sword Saint. So aiming in the direction of the opponent's gaze and taking action first is the prediction that Brother Roland mentioned."
This rate of growth had long surpassed the possibility of normal learning. It was as if this body had long since mastered all of this, but had forgotten about it. What it was doing now was only awakening the memories that were engraved in the body.
Amidst the cheers, Eliza was hesitating. Perhaps others only thought that Renée had finally displayed her power, but how could Eliza not know just how much power Renée had? It was completely inexplicable for her to grow to such an extent in an instant.
"Wolf King Sostero, a Werewolf Warrior that's almost Saint-rank. A Behemoth that's even more difficult to deal with than a dragon on the ground, but he was actually killed with a single blow."
Eliza already had a guess. She was hesitating whether she should risk giving up this incarnation and kill Renée in order to make that existence's conspiracy go down the drain.
Suddenly, as if sensing Eliza's thoughts, Renée glanced at Eliza. The mysterious killing intent in her eyes made one tremble, and there was only one explanation for those murky yellow eyes.
"… This feeling, as expected of the Demon Prince!"
Her black wings had already materialized, and a black devil was laughing maniacally in the void. All the conditions had been met.
As that will descended, Renée's main body's will became more and more hazy. She felt dizzy and wanted to fall asleep.
"… I absolutely have to protect this city. This is related to the safety of the entire Northlands … My body is getting hotter and hotter, but I feel more and more energetic. Right, I want more power, more …"
"Do you want power? Do you want to make a comeback in a hopeless situation? Do you want to obtain the great power to destroy everything? "
Vaguely, a will came from the depths of her bloodline, and a familiar voice echoed in her ears. In a daze, Reyne gave a response.
"… Can I obtain power and become even stronger? Big Brother Roland always says that I'm stupid. Perhaps I don't have the talent to become strong. "
"No, don't underestimate yourself. What flows in your bloodline is the power of the highest. You have the talent to become even stronger. No, I should say that you were born to stand at the peak of the world. As long as you sign a contract with me! You'll have unparalleled power! "
"… Forget it. Big Brother Roland said that if anyone asks to sign a contract, I should directly reject them. You can't listen to the salespeople. They're all a bunch of scammers trying to trick you into signing a contract. Besides, my current state is fine too, right … "
Even though her consciousness was hazy, her hazy response caused that voice to be at a loss for words. Then, that voice spoke up again, this time in a rather hurried and exasperated tone.
"As a descendant of the Mist, can't you have some backbone? With power, you can have everything. You can chase away those damned beastmen, you can protect your own people, you can become a hero in the eyes of the people, you can control your own destiny with your own hands, you can obtain everything you want!
"… Can I have Roland praise me? He always says that I'm stupid, but Renée isn't stupid at all. "
Instantly, that voice was at a loss for words again, and its following tone sounded a little helpless.
"Sure, Roland will praise you. I promise."
"Alright, I'll sign the contract."
Following the will, the bloodline became the strongest connection between the two souls. A mysterious connection was established between the two souls, and a tremendous will descended upon this world.
"Oh my, it really wasn't easy coming up here."
Renée, no, "Cavendish" sighed for the first time since returning to this world.
…
There were no coincidences in this world, only certainties. Many things that seemed like coincidences were actually meticulously prepared "coincidences."
After countless generations of inheritance, she ended up looking exactly the same as her ancestor? How could there be such a coincidence?
From the very start, the person Renée resembled wasn't Roland, but Cavendish. That familiar face was the result of that existence in the Chaos Abyss manipulating her bloodline. From the very start, Renée was a spare body that Cavendish prepared for himself!
From a certain standpoint, other than the difference in gender, this body was no different from when Cavendish was still a human. It was basically a magic version of a mutated clone, which was the most perfect way to carry his soul.
"The power of someone at the Legend rank? This is much more useful than Füml's body. "
The Abyss Prince was far too powerful. Just the descent of his will was enough to distort the world. Just a few minutes ago, his descent had completely destroyed Füml's physical body. That was why Cavendish's physical body had to reach a certain standard in order to be able to freely move about in the mortal plane.
"With this Soul Imprint, I won't have to worry about combat strength, nor will I have to worry about my physical body collapsing from being overloaded."
Reaching the Legend rank and awakening an identical Soul Imprint was the core of all this preparation. An unlimited Soul Imprint would allow this physical body to rapidly grow and truly reach the standard of being able to carry a powerful will.
From a certain standpoint, Roland's hard work had actually helped Cavendish's descent. If it wasn't for the System's rapid growth rate, Renée wouldn't have been able to reach the Gold rank so quickly. Nor would she have been able to instantly reach the Legend rank with the help of "Great Judgment", fulfilling all the requirements for Cavendish's will to descend.
At this moment, "Renée" devoured all the black mist around her. "She" stood up, and the space around her began to distort.
When "Renée" opened her eyes, the entire world changed. The snow suddenly stopped, but countless dark clouds blocked out the bright moonlight. Thunder and lightning continued to whip the world, but the nearby snowy mountain suddenly began to tremble. Judging from the flames on the mountain peak, it seemed like it was about to become an active volcano again.
The restless earth began to tremble. A new earthquake was brewing. Countless birds and beasts escaped from their hiding places. They were fleeing for their lives because they knew that Armageddon was upon them and that it would be impossible to escape.
Just her existence was enough to change the world. Even if she was only a clone of her will, this was the power of a Main God.
At this moment, Cavendish suddenly unsheathed his sword, raised his head, and laughed at the assassin who was attacking him from above.
"Roland, I told you that we would meet soon. You didn't expect this, did you?"
Roland's Sacred Sword drew a silver arc in the air. The two silver swords viciously clashed against each other. The "younger brother" smiled, while the naked older brother angrily rebuked him.
"Renée, I told you not to believe the salespeople's words. Those packages sound nice, but they're all bluffing. Look, even your voice has become a man's, and your body is still that of a woman's. It's so disgusting that you're neither a man nor a woman! If you want to be a man, just tell me. I have the secret potion of the Spring of the Drowned Man. It's painless, harmless, and has no side effects. You'll see it in one second. "
Alright then, Cavendish's smiling face immediately became awkward after hearing this completely unexpected answer.
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