Ascending With A Legendary Class

Chapter 47: Drawn To The Powerful

Elizabeth marked all five positions in a single sweep and kept her expression neutral.

’I can’t sense their ranks. Energy cloaking spell or they’re Paragons.’

Either option was a problem. One option was a significantly bigger problem.

She ran the math on both scenarios simultaneously while keeping her eyes on the one who had stepped forward.

’Of all days to run into the Supremacists.’

"Lady Elizabeth." The man’s voice carried the particular measured calm of someone who had rehearsed this opening.

"It seems you have something we want."

Elizabeth glanced down at the Winter Wolf still twitching beneath her feet.

"The monster? You’re welcome to it." She looked back up. "Is that what you expected me to say? Just hand a monster over to a group of terrorists?"

"We ask that you not use that word." The man’s tone didn’t shift. "We are revolutionists. Our goal is a new era — one where holders and non-holders coexist as equals. A future without discrimination or division. Where our children—"

"Cut the bull crap."

Elizabeth’s voice was flat with a complete absence of patience.

"People who genuinely want unity don’t open with mass casualties. Revolutionists don’t leave that kind of body count. Terrorist is the accurate word and you know it." She looked at the twitching Wolf at her feet.

"Take the monster."

She kicked it toward them.

Then her hand came up and a bolt of lightning hit the Wolf mid-air.

The detonation was immediate as chunks of flesh and blood rained red against the white snow, the pieces landing across a wide radius.

The blood soaked into the snowfield in dark spreading patterns.

Elizabeth lowered her hand. Sparks still drifted from her fingertips.

"Oops. My hand slipped."

The lead man’s body went rigid. The ground began to tremble beneath the group and the force being released was barely contained.

However Elizabeth didn’t move. This was a Tier Five gate. Nothing above Rank Five could cross through it, which put a hard ceiling on what she was facing.

And five Paragons — or even cloaked threats at that level — weren’t outside her operating range. freёwebnoѵel.com

Lightning erupted across her entire body in a controlled burst. The cold smile from the training ground came back, sharper this time.

"Be honored, for you shall have the pleasure of facing the Lightning General before I end your pathetic lives." Her eyes moved across all five of them.

"I’ll make this quick."

The energy of six Paragons expanded across the clearing simultaneously.

Elizabeth moved first.

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Back at the Valerian estate, Winston sat cross-legged on the training ground floor with Zelda and Freya watching him from a few meters away.

The conversation had started a few minutes earlier.

"You want to use your ability to teach us." Zelda’s tone made it clear this wasn’t enthusiasm.

"It’ll be fine." Winston kept his voice even. "I didn’t die last time — and before you say it, I know that’s not reassuring. But this isn’t just for me. Elizabeth isn’t training us, which means we need to find another way."

"We could go to the Astral Heaven." Zelda folded her arms. "Actual combat training. That would be safer, more predictable and the results would be guaranteed."

Freya nodded beside her — she was clearly in agreement.

Winston exhaled.

"Our Mastery is already maxed out. Going to the Astral Heaven at this point would mostly be battle experience, not progression. And our current spell sets are mostly Tier One and Two. That reduces what we can realistically gain from those regions significantly." He paused. "Which means the only training that would actually push us is in a Tier Three gate."

Both of them followed the logic. However Freya said what they were both thinking. "That’s what Zelda was suggesting."

"I know." Winston looked at them both steadily. "But what does a Tier Three gate give you if you’re not strong enough to survive it? I’ll be honest — back in the false gate, I handled most of the real threats. That experience showed me exactly what you’d be walking into in a Tier Three region without the right foundation. It wouldn’t be training. It would be a death sentence."

Neither of them had a clean counter to that. It was accurate and they knew it.

The best analogy for this is starting at the gym.

You don’t just begin lifting weights without learning proper form first; the equipment exists either way, but the real question is whether you are ready to use it without hurting yourself.

In this scenario, the tier-three gate is the gym, and Winston teaching the two of them before they enter is the equivalent of learning the correct form.

Freya broke the silence first.

"Fine." She met his eyes. "But if either of us notices something going wrong, we stop and go to the Astral Heaven instead. No arguments."

Winston nodded.

"Deal."

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Winston closed his eyes and let his awareness sink inward.

The Soul Garden materialized around him — the stone floor, the carved lines running to the horizon, the pond with its lotus flowers.

He walked to the Blood Emperor’s soul without needing to search for it. The dense red flame was unmistakable among everything else planted here.

’Last time I pulled Trait Concealment. But there were other experiences coming through before the safeguard cut them off.’

That was the nature of the process.

The experiences didn’t all arrive equally — they came in a rush, and what you focused on was what integrated.

Last time his entire attention had been on Trait Concealment because that was what he needed walking out of that gate. Everything else had been swept away when the safeguard triggered and the memories dissolved.

Now he had a different objective.

He settled in front of the soul and began the process again, this time, with a specific intent rather than broad absorption.

He was looking for something teachable. A Traitial Art that Zelda and Freya could use, or at minimum techniques that could accelerate what they already had.

A thought crossed through the process uninvited.

’I’m really going out of my way for them.’

For Zelda, that wasn’t a question worth asking. She was more than a best friend and had been for six years.

Going out of his way for her was automatic and it didn’t require justification.

Freya was different. He hadn’t known her before the false gate. Three days of survival had compressed their familiarity significantly, but it was still three days.

Richard was already using that connection as a framework for something else entirely.

And yet here Winston was, voluntarily burning his soul slots and risking another near-death to help her get stronger before the Crucible.

’Is this my class doing something to me?’

The thought wasn’t paranoid, it was a genuine observation. His personality had been shifting since awakening.

The way words came out of his mouth. The instinct toward certain kinds of engagement. He had read enough about class integration to know that a holder’s class could influence personality over time, not just power.

’Emperors are drawn to powerful individuals. To build something around them.’

He wasn’t sure if that was what was happening or if he was just reading too much into being a reasonably decent person.

He let the question go for now — it wasn’t urgent — and refocused on the Blood Emperor’s soul.

The absorption continued.