Ascending With A Legendary Class

Chapter 39: Enchantment Ink

The Trigger system was the great equalizer, at least in theory.

Every class holder needed one hundred Mastery points and a received Trigger to advance in rank.

The process could take months under normal conditions.

For Sacred class holders, who never experienced the fatigue-based cooldowns that slowed other grades down, the Trigger was the primary roadblock.

It was the system’s way of making sure raw Mastery accumulation speed didn’t make every other grade irrelevant.

The difficulty of each Trigger scaled with class grade. Normal classes received straightforward conditions. Rare and Epic grades got harder.

Sacred grade Triggers were notoriously demanding with multi-stage requirements that could take significant time and careful planning to complete.

Winston had spent time in the academy wondering what a Legendary class Trigger would look like.

’No matter how difficult it is, I’ll handle it.’

The panel finished loading.

[TRIGGER CONDITION UNLOCKED]

The Path to True Sovereignty

Current Rank: I — Initiate

Target Rank: II — Vanguard

"A crown worn by permission is nothing but a gilded collar. A true Emperor does not sit at a table of equals, they command the room."

Rank-Up Trigger Condition: Uncontested Might

To receive your trigger, you must prove that your authority is not merely a title, but an absolute law. You are surrounded by peers who claim equal stature, your task is to shatter that illusion.

Objective: Demonstrate absolute, undeniable supremacy over all rival entities of equivalent rank within your sphere of influence. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Requirement: Establish a power disparity so vast that none dare challenge your edicts, effectively reducing your peers to subjects or footnotes.

Progress Metrics Required:

Fealty or Fracture — Force a minimum of three rivals into total submission, or completely eradicate their will to continue.

Awe & Dread — Achieve a 100% Absolute Dominance rating in the regional area.

Side Note: An emperor does not compromise, nor do they share the apex. Show the world your uncontested might, and the system will recognize the true mark of an Emperor.

[Will you begin the subjugation? Y/N]

Winston stared at the panel. His expression stayed completely flat as he read through it a second time.

’Isn’t this too easy?’

The Crucible was a stage built for exactly this.

Every new initiate in the region gathered in one place to demonstrate their strength.

Three rivals submitting.

One hundred percent regional dominance. For anyone else, those conditions might have looked ambitious. However to Winston it felt rather lacking.

Winston pressed Y.

With the trigger condition accepted and the panel closed. He sat with it for a moment before the obvious reality settled in fully.

At his current boosted output he was operating at the equivalent of an entry-level Rank Four.

Finding a peer who could genuinely rival that, someone at the same initiate rank who could push back hard enough to qualify as a meaningful rival, was effectively impossible.

The Trigger called for three rivals in total submission and one hundred percent regional dominance. Those conditions sounded demanding on paper.

For Winston, they were the Crucible. Which was already scheduled. Which he was already attending.

’I’m not missing anything, am I?’

He read through the conditions a second time to be certain but nothing had changed.

The requirements were exactly what they looked like. They were achievable, direct, and perfectly aligned with an event happening in one week.

He would need to actually attempt the conditions to confirm whether the system had any hidden complexity that the text wasn’t showing.

But standing here in an empty dorm room, everything pointed toward the smoothest rank-up in recent class holder history.

Winston dismissed the panel and stood up.

He grabbed both luggage bags, took one last look at the room that had been his for six years, and left without ceremony.

The caretaker at the front desk accepted the key without much comment. Winston flagged a taxi outside the academy gates and gave the Association hall as his destination.

He had energy stones to sell, the ones he hadn’t handed over to Mark back in the secret realm.

High-level stones from the pagoda and the deeper sections of the mountain range. A significant haul by any standard.

The receptionist at the Association hall counter looked at the stones he placed on the desk and went quiet.

She recognized him, she had watched the news, same as everyone else, and his face had been attached to the Sacred class awakening story running on every channel.

She processed the stones carefully, her expression staying professional while her eyes said something else entirely.

"Will that be all? I can transfer the funds directly to your account."

"Not quite." Winston reached into his bag. "I have spells to sell as well."

"Of course, Mr. Winston. I’ll get the materials right away."

The receptionist disappeared into the back and returned with a vial of enchantment ink, an engraving pen, and a wide roll of blank scroll paper.

She set everything beside him without comment and stepped back to give him space.

Winston tore off two sections of scroll paper — large enough for one spell each — and uncapped the ink.

He dipped the pen and got to work.

Enchantment ink was one of the most significant developments to come out of humanity’s connection with the Astral Heaven.

Made from ground energy stones, it bridged the gap between a class holder’s internal spell storage and the physical world.

Spells lived in the mind, held there permanently until the holder chose to use them. The problem was transfer. You couldn’t hand someone a thought.

Enchantment ink solved that by allowing a holder to externalize a spell onto a scroll, creating a usable copy that another holder could learn from directly.

The trade-off was straightforward. Once engraved, the holder’s internal version of the spell ceased to exist.

The scroll version became the original copy and whoever bought it would need to learn it themselves from the scroll, the same way Winston had learned his original spells on the first day inside the gate.

The two spells Winston had in mind were the Dark Wolf’s Mantle and the Lesser Drake Gladius — both from the academy’s starter kit, both outgrown within the first day of the First Entry.

They were Level 3 and Level 2 respectively. Decent entry-level tools for a new initiate. Useless to Winston at his current output.

Keeping them around was just taking up mental space he could use for something better.

He engraved both quickly. The moment each one was finished, the writing on the scroll lit up — a faint glow that confirmed the spell’s authenticity and indicated it was ready for sale.

The receptionist packaged them carefully. "Thank you, Mr. Winston. Payment for both the energy stones and the spells will be transferred to your account shortly."

Winston nodded, picked up his bags, and walked out of the Association hall.

His phone buzzed before he reached the street. A bank notification. He glanced at the number and stopped walking for a full second.