The First Magic World War

The Liemar Detective Agency was a small one, but clearly, they ran other businesses besides detective work.

Charles memorized the address, then casually activated Bloody Glory and shattered both the wallet and the note into dust.

The dagger was quite nice; after examination, Charles confirmed it was an Extraordinary Weapon. Surprisingly, it was also an Antispace equipment, with the attributes of Sharpness and Solidity.

With Sharpness, the dagger could emit a section of blade light when infused with Fighting Spirit, Magic Power, or any other Transcendent Energy, its sharpness surpassing that of steel.

Solidity allowed the dagger to be nearly indestructible, so it held its own when clashing with Blood Rose.

If put up for auction, this dagger could even sell for more than two hundred Aegeus, already classifying it as a top-tier Extraordinary Weapon.

The alchemical pistol was just an ordinary weapon, roughly on par with Charles's magic alchemy wand, except for its finer craftsmanship, slightly longer range, faster firing rate, and higher precision.

Charles owned two Magnum Hand Shuttles and could afford to replace one of them.

The final spoil was that thin human face!

His fingers gently touched it, and a consciousness entered his mind, "Cat's Mask! It can mimic the appearance of six different beings, and randomly withdraw one skill from the mimicked target, limited to those that have been contacted. Wearing it slightly enhances agility and also serves as proof of membership in the Orc Assassin Alliance."

Charles was slightly surprised, the Cat's Mask was unable to extract the target's "Special Ability," only "Skills", which was indeed a pity. However, it would be too powerful if it could extract the basic targets' Special Abilities. Even so, the value of the Cat's Mask might be higher than the assassin's dagger, but he was no professional and could no longer appraise it accurately.

He knew of the Orc Assassin Alliance!

On the Old Continent, there were five major assassin organizations, and the Orc Assassin Alliance was one of them.

It was said that the members of the Orc Assassin Alliance were descendants of the ancient Orc Kingdom, possessing many special abilities from their bloodlines. They usually operated on the southern continent, rarely coming to the Fars Empire.

Charles Mecklen, as an ordinary government employee, had never had any contact with any assassin organizations, only having read about them in university documents.

Charles was curious, why would Aubrey Barrington Atwood seek out an orc assassin from the south to kill him?

There was the Bloody Brotherhood right within the borders of Fars.

"It is said that once the Orc Assassin Alliance takes on a job, they guarantee completion. If one assassin dies, another will be sent, endlessly, until the target is killed."

"Aubrey Barrington Atwood is an informant! As long as this guy snitches, I won't have peace."

Thinking of this, Charles suddenly felt the urge to kill.

If it weren't so difficult to carry out, he would like to summon the Evil God right outside the Liemar Detective Agency.

Charles collected the spoils of war and decided not to think about this matter anymore; it was pointless to worry, after all.

He quietly ran Bloody Glory and began his daily training.

Ever since returning to Strasbourg, Charles had become urgent in his practice.

Having faced the Evil God twice, his spirituality had increased to an unbelievably high level, and his training progressed at an incredible pace.

For ordinary Transcendents, it was easy to increase energy intensity, but to improve even a bit of spirituality was incredibly difficult; one must temper and train the mind ceaselessly for even a slight advance.

Charles, on the contrary, turned things around, his spirituality was so high it matched that of a high-level transcendent; it was only his energy intensity that wasn't enough.

Most people who cultivated Bloody Glory would condense seven or eight Bloody Vortices before they began to practice the Blood Banquet Meditation Technique, and many could not succeed in meditating any runes for their whole lives.

Charles had almost always condensed a corresponding Bloody Rune at the same time when he formed a Bloody Vortex. Now, only the Swiftness Rune on his left leg was slightly lacking, the Insight Rune on his forehead, the Blood Flame Qi Rune on his chest, and the Angel's Thorn Rune on his left hand were all cultivated with great achievement, so his actual combat power far exceeded that of an ordinary fourth-order.

Charles could overpower stronger opponents in the few battles he had because of this.

The reason Bloody Glory was known as a vampire's nemesis was twofold: one was because it could cross clans, cultivating several secret techniques; the other, more fundamental reason, was the Blood Banquet Meditation Technique!

If one only practiced the Protagora Breathing Method, Bloody Glory would be unremarkable, merely granting a slight improvement in speed, but combined with the Blood Banquet Meditation Technique, Bloody Glory became exceptionally domineering.

Charles didn't encounter enemies often, and each time the circumstances were quite special, he always thought he won by strategizing, not realizing he was already strong.

Charles didn't know how long he had been practicing when suddenly his heart began to pound wildly. He didn't know if this world had something akin to "deviating from the path," felt a slight panic but knew this emotion was bad and forcibly calmed himself.

"What in the world is going on?"

"Is there a problem with the Blood Flame Qi rune?"

"Could I have been practicing incorrectly recently? But I have been following the 'Vampire Secret Scrolls' to practice, so there shouldn't be any issues, right?!"

After all, Charles wasn't from the Blood Clan, and Bloody Glory was a less common transcendent path; there were only a few scholars in Sheffield University skilled in this method, and he had to practice it on his own, so it was inevitable he would encounter various situations.

At this moment, he could only forcefully calm himself, running Bloody Glory over and over in an attempt to suppress the anomaly in the Blood Flame Qi rune.

But this Bloody Rune, trembling like a delicate heart, became increasingly agitated. Charles's concentration slipped for a moment, and the Bloody Rune exploded, flowing through his blood to every part of his body.

Charles felt his body starting to "mutate," even more panicked; he didn't know whether to continue suppressing the force or to find a way to guide this energy out.

The next second, he exploded...

A burst of Blood Flame replaced Charles.

After more than a dozen breaths, Charles realized afterward, floated around the room, and felt astonished at the changes in his body.

"Am I now a burst of Blood Flame?"

"It wasn't a problem after all, I actually cultivated the Bloodflame Transformation Art!?"

He reversed the Protagora Breathing Method, countless tiny golden runes reconverged, forming a small golden heart composed of numerous runes, and indeed, he returned from a state of Blood Flame back to flesh and blood.

Charles raised his hands high to observe his body, which was the same as before, and couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder at the marvels of magic in this world.

Charles had always wanted to open a fifth Bloody Vortex, or at the very least, he hoped to master the rune of the Swiftness Spell soon; but he didn't expect that it would be the Blood Flame Qi taking the lead in a breakthrough, culminating in the high-end technique, the Bloodflame Transformation Art.

Charles ran the Protagora Breathing Method again, and his body of flesh and blood once more transformed into Blood Flame, drifting back and forth inside Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, feeling very peculiar.

Although he had special abilities before, this was the first time he felt he was no longer just an ordinary human.