Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !

"It’s true, you’re right. You have to live for yourself, it’s not up to others to dictate how you should live."

As Kavasta finished speaking, someone tapped on the door.

"Yes, you can come in."

Kavasta had finished speaking with Maxime, so the moment was right.

The door opened and a man wearing black armor edged in gold entered. In his left hand, he held a strange black orb.

Kavasta smiled at the newcomer, while Maxime watched quietly, still seated in his armchair.

"Adrian, do you need anything?"

It was the captain of the first human regiment, Adrian Valmont.

On hearing this first name, Maxime also understood his identity. He knew the first names of all the regiment captains after spending several days in this fortress, and talking to various people.

Only, he hadn’t yet linked all the first names to faces.

"As expected, to be the captain of the first regiment, his strength must be terrifying. So much so that he could probably kill Oscar easily," Maxime thought.

He didn’t know why he thought that, he just felt that way. When he’d first come to the meeting room, he hadn’t been able to feel the individual strengths of each of the captains.

But after all he’d been through, he felt his perception had improved markedly.

Adrian also glanced at Maxime.

Surprisingly, he walked over to Maxime and extended his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Adrian Valmont, captain of the first human regiment on this dimensional battlefield."

Out of respect, Maxime stood up and shook his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Maxime Valdreuve. A lone mercenary."

"Valdreuve?" Adrian searched his memory, but no matter how hard he looked, that surname meant nothing to him.

"Don’t you have a family behind you?" asked Adrian directly, intrigued.

"A family? Of course I do. I’ve got my mother and my brother." replied Maxime innocently, a little confused.

Adrian smiled a little embarrassed.

"No, I meant a rich or noble family.

But he quickly recovered himself.

"But your answer was enough for me to understand your situation. It’s amazing how strong you’ve become only in high school and without support."

Adrian was genuinely admiring.

"It won’t be long before you overtake me. If you ever become a commander, don’t hesitate to take me on as one of your captains."

Hearing this, Maxime was confused.

Noticing his confusion, Kavasta intervened with a smile.

"Commanders choose their own captains. After all, the position of captain, which is more accessible than that of a commander, grants many advantages that are not negligible."

"For example, Adrian was an acquaintance of mine at university, while Orvari and Emmanuelle who accompanied you, I knew in the army. All of them gained my trust in one way or another, so I chose them to accompany me here."

After explaining this, Kavasta looked at Adrian.

"I don’t suppose you’ve come to court Maxime..."

At the same time, Kavasta glanced at the strange black orb Adrian held in his left hand.

"The Commander is as perceptive as ever," Adrian scoffed lightly, before holding out the orb to Kavasta.

Kavasta ignored Adrian’s teasing and took the orb from Adrian’s hand.

"Thank you."

Maxime also looked curiously at the black orb.

Kavasta obviously noticed Maxime’s curiosity.

After thinking for less than a second, Kavasta had a good idea.

"Here, take it; you can consider it a gift from all the humans you’ve helped on this battlefield, Maxime."

Without waiting, Kavasta stuffed the crystal ball into Maxime’s right hand.

Maxime had no time to react.

He felt that the material of the crystal seemed both extremely solid and very fragile.

If he dropped it on the floor, it would shatter into a thousand pieces.

"But what’s this?" he finally asked.

"You’re really giving it command? Even for you it’s a very precious item," Adrian interjected with surprise.

Kavasta ignored Adrian, and said something very surprising to Maxime.

"Break the crystal.

Without hesitation, Maxime listened to Kavasta and clutched the crystal tightly in his hands.

At first, the crystal was resistant, but after using 80% of its strength, it finally exploded into a thousand pieces.

At the same time, a notification resounded in the minds of all the soldiers and mercenaries on the battlefield. Enjoy new chapters from novelbuddy

[The Dravak Origin on dimensional battlefield N°32, danger level yellow, has been destroyed by human Maxime Valdreuve].

[You may now leave the dimensional battlefield].

"Origin? What’s this? This crystal ball?"

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He didn’t understand what he’d just done.

Then Adrian began to explain.

"This crystal ball was the most important object in the Dravak fortress. It is this object that appears first on each race’s side at the start of each battlefield."

"The objective of each race is to protect their Origin and destroy that of their enemies. Hence the birth of fortresses on each race’s side, to protect their Origin."

"With the surrender of all the Dravaks and the disappearance of their commander, it was an easy thing to take their Origin and bring it here."

Maxime stared at the fragments of the broken crystal in his hand. He felt he had accomplished something significant, but without fully realizing its magnitude.

The notifications still echoed in his mind. Every soldier and mercenary on the battlefield had received the same message: he had destroyed the Dravak Origin.

He looked up at Kavasta, searching for a deeper explanation.

"So... it’s over?" he asked.

Kavasta nodded.

"Yes, it is. The battle is officially over. With the destruction of their Origin, the Dravaks can no longer dispute their presence on this dimensional battlefield. Space will soon close and everyone can go home."

Maxime blinked, realizing what this implied.

"Wait... so why give me this crystal? You could have broken it yourself."

Adrian smirked slightly and crossed his arms.

"Technically, it was you who made this victory possible. So it was up to you to deliver the final blow. And above all..."

Kavasta spoke again.

"...your name had to be associated with the destruction of Origin."

Maxime frowned.

"Why?"

"Because it grants you a rare privilege. Every person who destroys an enemy race’s Origin for the first time receives a special dimensional battlefield reward."

"It’s not necessarily the strongest gift, but it’s certainly one of the most valuable things you can get on dimensional battlefields, because it’s tailor-made for the individual."

"It’s an ancient mechanism, linked to the laws of this world," Kavasta explained, taking on a little air of mystery despite himself.

But Maxime no longer cared about all these mysteries; he simply felt a hint of excitement rise in him when he heard that there would be a reward.

"A special reward...?"

Suddenly, a new notification sounded in his mind.

[The dimensional battlefield has granted you a unique reward].

[Analysis in progress...]

Maxime felt a strange warmth run through his body. His mind became slightly foggy, as if an unknown force were scanning his being. He tensed slightly, but felt no malevolence from this unknown force.

Kavasta and Adrian watched in silence.

Then, after a few seconds of waiting, a final notification appeared before his eyes.

[Congratulations, you have obtained the ’Symbiosis’ breathing method!]

...

Sirap, capital of the Western Federation.

In a very ordinary office, an old man seemed particularly annoyed by all the paperwork in front of him.

"When am I going to be done with all this?"

At the same time, someone suddenly entered the office in a hurry.

"What do you want now, Anna? If you’re going to give me more work, don’t bother. You can give them to those damned leaders of noble families, each more lazy than the last."

The young lady, dressed in business attire with high heels, shook her head with a big smile.

"No it’s not that president!"

Seeing Anna, who was his representative in the Western Federation, flashing such a smile, the old man’s mood improved slightly.

"So what’s this?" he asked casually.

"Dimensional battlefield n°32, the yellow-level one..."

The old man raised an eyebrow.

"The one Kavasta commands?" he interrupted.

"Exactly, President! It turns out that Commander Kavasta has won a brilliant victory against the Dravaks, and the battlefield will be closing shortly!"

The old man seemed suddenly invigorated as he rose from his chair while making a victorious posture, just as a youngster would.

"Yessss! Well done Kavasta!"

If people on the outside saw him doing this kind of thing, they wouldn’t believe their eyes.

"HAHAHA, the same battlefield all those old farts said it was best to give up!"

"Thank you, Kavasta! You really are a genius!"

The secretary let the president vent before adding:

"It would seem that this is due solely to Kavasta’s strategies. It seems that part of the credit goes to a mercenary by the name of Maxime Valdreuve."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"It’s only a guess, as no soldiers or mercenaries from this battlefield have returned yet, but it was this man who broke the Dravaks’ Origin."

The old man was surprised, yet becoming very intrigued.

"And I suppose you searched our databases? And who’s he? A genius from the family of these old fogies? Or a hidden genius from one of our top universities?"

Anna smiled mysteriously.

"None of the above, President."

She paused for a moment, which was her pleasure.

"According to our databases, he’s a high-school student," she finally said.

The president was speechless.

Never in his wildest thoughts could he have imagined this.

"Send for him as soon as possible. I want to see and speak with this young man as soon as possible."

As he said this, the old man was very serious.

Anna also took on a serious expression.

"I’ll take care of that."

...

Back on the dimensional battlefield n°32, all the humans but also Dravak received a common notification.

[Detected that the dimensional battlefield ends in victory for the humans].

[Calculating contributions...]