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Ironback Centipede swung the Level 9 Forge beside Clinton, laughing as he said,

"This thing? In Fortress, pretty much everyone has one—it’s not that rare."

"It’s heavy enough, and smashing people with it feels amazing!"

Ironback Centipede adored his Level 9 Forge. For a Spellbeast like him, with both a strong physique and powerful mana, there was simply no better weapon.

Clinton stood there, completely dumbfounded.

A Level 9 Forge.

One of the rarest treasures across all major galaxies, with fewer than a handful in existence—

And here in Fortress, everyone had one?

What kind of insane background did this Fortress have?!

Or… had he just been sealed for so long that the entire universe had changed without him realizing it?

Even so—using such a high-tier artifact as a blunt weapon?

These people… something is seriously wrong with their heads!

Seeing Ironback Centipede being so friendly toward Clinton, Velen found himself a little surprised.

This Spellbeast was not the friendly type.

"Clinton Senator, you’ve just joined Fortress, haven’t you? You’ll soon notice that our Fortress is quite different from other factions!"

As he spoke, Ironback Centipede enthusiastically pulled Clinton along, introducing him to Fortress.

Previously, Ironback Centipede had been the only Spellbeast in Fortress.

Even with his strong combat ability, he was still excluded at times.

And now, a new Senator with considerable strength had arrived—

This was the perfect opportunity to build an ally for himself!

Clinton silently nodded, genuinely curious about Fortress.

And as Ironback Centipede provided a brief overview, he gradually understood.

The Level 9 Forges were not exactly common—

They were just something Velen personally gave to everyone!

And the people of Fortress all treated their Level 9 Forges differently.

Some used them as weapons.

Some used them as heaters.

Some used them as nests for pet rabbits.

And Velen?

He used his as a cremation furnace.

The more Clinton heard, the more shocked and furious he became.

How could a faction be this ridiculously extravagant?!

This was beyond reckless—it was just sheer insanity!

Just hearing about it was unbearable.

These Level 9 Forges, if sold, would command astronomical prices, enough to make Fortress a dominant force.

Yet, they were being wasted like this?!

This was a crime against nature!

Seeing Clinton’s face redden in frustration, Ironback Centipede simply shrugged and said,

"Clinton Senator, you still don’t understand our Master well enough. Compared to his other acts of extravagance, this kind of wastefulness is just a drop in the ocean."

Clinton took a deep breath.

At this point, he was starting to understand.

After all, when Velen welcomed him into Fortress, he casually handed him a million Advanced Mana Crystals—

That was completely beyond comprehension for any other faction.

And that wasn’t even counting the 1,000 Soul Crystals Velen had given him!

This level of extravagance—Velen must have seen it as nothing more than a casual gesture.

Looking back…

How ridiculous was it that he had tried flaunting his wealth in front of Velen?!

Now that he thought about it, his three centuries of accumulating Soul Crystals—

In Velen’s eyes, that must have been a complete joke!

At that moment, Clinton felt so embarrassed, he didn’t even know where to put his feet.

"Clinton Senator is a peak Ascended Rank Level 9 powerhouse, and yet… he can’t even handle this much shock?"

"If he finds out about the rabbit’s treatment in Fortress, he might just get so angry he has a stroke!"

Ironback Centipede sighed internally, worried about whether Clinton could even handle the level of extravagance he was about to witness in Fortress.

"Iron Cub, just have Hael and the others scout the planet for show and head back quickly—there’s nothing left here."

Seeing that Ironback Centipede was still explaining, Velen patted his shoulder and said this casually.

Ironback Centipede quickly nodded and left to notify Hael.

Though they didn’t understand why all the resources here were gone, it didn’t matter.

They had come here just for show anyway—most of them were just focused on taking bloodline-enhancing potions.

They didn’t care about the planet’s resources at all.

Once Ironback Centipede left, Velen turned back to Clinton and said:

"Clinton Senator, the atmosphere in Fortress is great—we should head back now."

Hearing this, Clinton swallowed hard.

At this point, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to step into Fortress.

This place was just too excessive, too terrifying.

Even as someone who had seen countless great powers, he was getting cold feet.

But then, he thought about everything Velen had given him—

And how he was already considered a Senator.

So, he forced himself to nod.

"…No matter what kind of place Fortress is, I have to see it for myself today!"

Clinton took a deep breath, suppressed all the doubts and fears in his heart, and followed Velen toward Fortress.

…

Time passed quickly.

By morning, they finally arrived at Fortress.

"What… terrifying infernal energy!"

Suddenly, Clinton halted, his body tensing up as he warily gazed at Fortress.

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As a Soul Master, his sensitivity was far greater than that of normal Awakeners—

Even from a distance, he could feel the bone-chilling Hellish aura—

It was so oppressive, it was almost suffocating!

"Velen… does our Fortress have a Hell-born Spellbeast inside?"

Hearing this, Velen scowled and grumbled,

"That damn rabbit must be messing around again!"

"If it’s not sleeping or drinking potions, it’s just randomly unleashing Hell energy—what kind of nonsense is this?!"

Velen had no idea why the rabbit was doing this.

But he knew one thing—its intelligence was growing, and it was definitely at that mischievous stage.

Soon, they reached the Fortress plaza, where the Hellish aura was the strongest.

There—

A small white rabbit stood in the center, its dark eyes wide open, continuously blasting the mountains ahead.

Its attacks were no longer just instinctual—

It was actively training, trying to master a rhythm and technique.

The entire mountain range in front of it was riddled with massive craters, thick Hell energy seeping out.

Seeing the Hellish aura was actually coming from a tiny white rabbit, Clinton felt like his entire worldview had just shattered.

And then—

He realized what the rabbit was doing—

It was practicing techniques for Eye of Hell!

Clinton suddenly felt lightheaded.

"I was sealed for a long time… but surely the entire world hasn’t changed THIS much, right?!"

But before he could process it, he heard a voice—

"Velen!"

Kevin approached and greeted him.

"The rabbit finished all its potions, and its bloodline has undergone significant changes—it’s currently trying to upgrade the power of Eye of Hell."

"Since it has no experience with skills, Lady Anastasia had me supervise its training."

Kevin looked exhausted as he spoke.

He was one of Anastasia’s most trusted subordinates—yet here he was, babysitting a rabbit.

"Who would ever believe this?!"

Hearing this, Velen nodded in satisfaction.

"Kevin Senator, you’ve done well. From now on, the rabbit is your responsibility!"

Kevin’s face turned pale.

He had come to complain—not get permanently assigned to the rabbit!

Meanwhile, Clinton was still in shock.

And so, he unleashed his soul perception, silently scanning the entire Fortress—

He needed to know just how deep this madness went!