Now that everything was completed, it was finally the best part. The part Greem had been looking forward to- the rewards!
He had only risked his life a little in the planar battle earlier, and had already been rewarded with a Flame Fiend Heart that was compatible with his affinity. What kind of rewards awaited him now that he had so successfully completed two missions?
The uncomfortable feeling from witnessing the Bloodline Curse at work was quickly fading away.
For some reason, Greem was becoming excited!
A magic crystal card worth a hundred thousand magic crystals, and one standard adeptsâ tower. These were Greemâs final rewards from this trip to another world.
Such a reward was extremely extravagant.
It was important to note that most adepts received around thirty to fifty thousand magic crystals worth of profit in each planar war they participated in. Yet Lord Sarubo had instantly inflated Greemâs reward to one hundred thousand. This was clearly an acknowledgement of his prowess and diligence.
That said, a hundred thousand magic crystals was completely insignificant compared to the reward of the adeptsâ tower.
This adeptsâ tower that Great Adept Sarubo had personally promised Greem was completely different from the swampy tower he had lived at in the past.
When all was said and done, the swamp tower was still considered a property of the Sarubo Clan. Adept Anderson was only managing the tower as the adept stationed there. The adeptsâ tower Greem had been rewarded was going to be Greemâs personal territory. It would be owned and managed by him and him alone.
This also meant that from now on, Greem would have a safe space that even the Sarubo Clan cannot enter or take away as they willed. Such an adeptsâ tower was worth at least two hundred thousand magic crystals back in the World of Adepts.
However, such a reward clearly couldnât be given out in the knightsâ plane. Greemâs new tower had to wait until they returned to the World of Adepts. He would have to pick a suitable location, and then the Sarubo Clan would be responsible for the following cost of materials and construction.
This was obviously one of the methods that the Sarubo Clan used to incentivize and attract talent to stay!
If Greem wanted to get this reward, he had to sign a new contract with Great Adept Sarubo. He was not to leave the Sarubo Clan for another hundred years. Greem thought for a moment and agreed.
After receiving his rewards Greem left Saruboâs room, only to be called over by Adept FĂźgen. The reason FĂźgen was in a rush to see Greem was because he needed to ask him about his future plans.
Now that the knightsâ plane was well in the hands of the clan, the Sarubo Clanâs rule would quickly spread throughout the entire world. Many adepts were needed to fill in the power vacuum left after the collapse of the knightsâ kingdom. At the same time, the adept forces in the two lesser planes as well as the main headquarters couldnât be absent for too long. They needed adepts to return to their stations there.
Thus, Adept FĂźgen actively asked for Greemâs opinion to see which was more preferable for him.
Greem had to ask several questions before he found out that the other adepts in the base had already made their decisions before he came back. He might not care about the other adeptsâ choices, but there were two people he was concerned about. Mary and Acteon had both chose to stay in the knightsâ plane!
He couldnât help but feel that their choices were odd.
Then again, after a little thought, it seemed perfectly reasonable!
Both Mary and Acteon were bloodline adepts. The way they increased their powers was vastly different from elementium adepts. In all honesty, both of them walked on a bloody path of slaughter!
As a vampire adept, Maryâs growth revolved around large amounts of fresh, high quality blood. This was a scarce resource in the World of Adepts. However, all of those fleeing witcher-knights, spellbreaker knights, and radiant knights here could be her prey. As long as she was diligent, she could obtain massive profits from her time here.
If this was the World of Adepts, the adepts there couldnât possibly allow her to go around hunting and ambushing adepts for their blood.
Similarly, Evil Bugs Acteon needed large amounts of high quality flesh and blood to cultivate even more carcass beetles. Staying in the knightsâ plane and exterminating the remaining knights was a decent choice for him as well!
As compared to these two âold friendsâ that could get stronger and stronger through constant killing, Greem was only an elementium adept- and elementium adepts could not improve in the same way they did.
What was more important and crucial to elementium adepts was their understanding and utilization of the planar laws. All of this required the accumulation of an immense amount of knowledge and technique. There were no shortcuts to be taken. With the help of the chip, Greem could avoid going down the wrong path and being misguided and might also need slightly less time to accumulate knowledge. Still, gathering an immense amount of knowledge was a long and drawn-out process.
Moreover, this knowledge was not readily available in the knightsâ plane.
After deep consideration, Greem decided to return to the World of Adepts.
After all, that was the adeptsâ place of origin. It was much easier to gather knowledge there than anywhere else. As for the resources he needed for his future development? His bulging, full storage belt already had that settled!
Greem had intended to see Mary before he left, to reinforce their relationship. Sadly, there were many internal affairs to be settled in the knightsâ plane. All of the adepts that had chosen to stay here had already been assigned posts all over the plane. Thus, Greem could only follow the twelve adepts back across the space vortex and return to the clanâs pseudo-plane.
Greem once again saw Lord Saruboâs actual body here.
The first thing Lord Sarubo did when he saw everyone was extend a bony hand towards them. He made a slight grabbing motion, and some unusually brilliant fragments had been extracted from everyoneâs souls.
Greem felt a stinging pain in the depths of his soul, which quickly faded after a while.
Greem couldnât help but be intimidated as he looked at the soul fragments that Great Adept Sarubo had extracted from the adepts. He started communicating with the chip.
âChip, can you determine what Sarubo extracted from my soul?â
âBeep, inspecting chip data library⌠bzzzzzt, error detected. Data missing from data library. Warning. Warning. Chip data library has received slight damage. Some data has been lost⌠â
âChip, could you be more specific? Which data?â
âBeep, data related to the coordinates of the knightsâ plane⌠â
So thatâs what it was!
Greem finally understood.
The information Great Adept Sarubo had extracted from everyoneâs souls was the coordinate information of the knightsâ plane.
Now that the plane had already become the third lesser-plane belonging to the Sarubo Clan, it was also Great Adept Saruboâs personal property. If the coordinates of such a developed material plane was exposed, it could very well attract many schemes and hunters from his enemies.
As a result, the first thing Sarubo did when the clan adepts came out of the knightsâ plane was wipe away any memories about the planeâs coordinates.
This clearly wasnât the first time that the veteran clan adepts had experienced this sort of thing. They were extremely calm and measured when their memories were taken from them. On the other hand, Greem, Keoghan, and a few other adepts betrayed an expression of fear and doubt. That said, anyone who could still stand here alive had to be sly and scheming. They quickly suppressed and hid their uncertainties.
âGood job in the planar war this time. Your contributions will be noted by the clan. When you go back, all of the rewards that have been promised will be realized. Mm, you may return now!â Great Adept Saruboâs head was still bent low beneath the shadow of his hood. Still, his low voice still echoed within everyoneâs mind.
The adepts bowed in acknowledgement.
They exited the large magic hall, nodded and greeted each other, then left in their own directions.
Greem, Keoghan, Ferrier, and Kiel were clearly headed for the World of Adepts. Thus they walked together and successfully used the long-range teleportation array within the pseudo-plane to return to the adeptsâ tower at the clan headquarters.
All four of them couldnât help but let out a muffled grunt when they walked out of the teleportation array.
Body Refining Adept Kiel, who had the toughest Physique, only held his head as he fell into a daze for a moment. He quickly recovered. Potions Master Ferrier on the other hand, who had the weakest Physique, had completely fallen to the ground and found it difficult to even get up. Greem and Keoghan also tightly gripped their fists as they silently endured the pain brought about by the backlash from the planar laws.
Their bodies, minds, and souls had all been contaminated with a trace of the other planeâs aura, having stayed in the knightsâ plane for such a long time. Thus there had to be a period of re-adaption to the World of Adepts.
Harrison, who was stationed in that tower, felt the commotion from the teleportation array. He appeared in the hall almost immediately after the four adepts had arrived. He quickly understood what was happening when he saw the adepts in pain.
Under his orders, seven young apprentice adepts quickly came forth and helped the adepts to their own quarters to rest.
The resilient Kiel waved his hand and pushed aside the two apprentices next to him. He had basically recovered after this short momentâs rest. The mastery that body refining adepts had over their bodies was enviable!
Greemâs physique was also rather special.
Having completed the elementiumization of his body, there werenât as many flaws now as he had when he was an actual human. Thus he was the second adept to recover after Kiel.
He waved aside the apprentices and silently watched as Keoghan and Ferrier were sent back to their quarters by the apprentices.
The clear and crisp notification of the chip continuously rang out in Greemâs mind as waves of planar backlash continued to wrestle with his powerful Spirit in the depths of his soul.
âDetecting penetration of strange energies. Initial analysis suggests that these energies are extremely beneficial to an adeptsâ Spirit. Requesting instructions from host. Block these energies?â
The shit? Block these energies when they are beneficial to Spirit? Do you think Iâve got shit for brains?
Greem instructed unhappily, âNo need to stop the energies. Continue monitoring!â
âUnderstood! Continuing monitoring⌠â
In his mind, the graphs indicating Greemâs bodily attributes were rapidly increasing. Every single attribute was shooting up at an amazing rate, and the speed at which they were increasing was accelerating as well.
Finally, when the sudden change in attributes had stopped, Greem managed to see for himself the change.