Awakened Talent: 10,000 Exp Converter!-Chapter 211: To The Lost Grove

The crater was vast, its edges jagged and uneven, but it was empty—completely devoid of anything of note.

Vincent frowned beneath his mask, his disappointment palpable.

’Is there really nothing here?’ he wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. He let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly.

Dio noticed Vincent’s change in demeanor and moved closer, crouching slightly to match Vincent’s height.

"It’s alright. Don’t worry. If I discover anything, I’ll let you know immediately. But for now, let’s focus on our main goal. I’m sure you’ll find it interesting," Dio said, his voice reassuring.

Vincent nodded, though his mind was still preoccupied.

"Are we going with just us? What about those Thrygians?" he asked, glancing back in the direction they had come from.

Dio’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of disdain flickering across his face.

"Forget about those two fools. It’s much better without them, in my opinion," he replied, his tone firm.

Vincent couldn’t help but smile wryly. It seemed even Dio had a poor impression of the Thrygians.

At that moment, Crizelia’s impatience boiled over. "Are you done talking? Let’s go. We’ve already been delayed too long," she snapped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Dio shook his head wryly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright. Let’s move," he said, gesturing for the group to follow.

A few hours later, they arrived at an open clearing. At the far end of the path stood a massive, ellipse-shaped white portal, its surface shimmering like liquid light.

The portal was surrounded by towering rock pillars, each wrapped in heavy chains that seemed to hum with latent energy.

"That’s the portal to the secret realm," Dio announced, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and caution.

Anur, standing a few steps behind, muttered under his breath, "What are we gonna do now?"

Diriko, who was standing in front of him, chuckled softly. "Just watch," he said, his tone teasing.

Anur blinked, confused, but Diriko quickly added, "I’m just kidding, big guy. Of course, we’re going through that portal."

Anur didn’t take offense. He simply nodded, his expression calm but resolute.

"Alright, let’s go," Dio said, taking the lead. He turned to the group, his gaze sweeping over each of them. "Are you all ready?"

Vincent and the others nodded in unison. Crizelia, however, let out an impatient sigh.

"Yes, yes, Dio. Come on, let’s go already," she said, her foot tapping against the ground.

With a wry smile, Dio pulled out a diamond-shaped key from his spatial storage. The key glimmered faintly in the dim light, its surface etched with intricate runes.

Without a word, the key floated from Dio’s hand and inserted itself into an ancient-looking padlock that hung from the heavy chains.

As the key turned, a loud ’click’ echoed through the clearing, and the chains began to retreat, coiling back around the rock pillars.

A blinding light erupted from the portal, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. Anur, caught off guard, let out a startled cry. "Ah!"

When the light subsided, Dio turned to the group, his expression serious.

"Let’s go," he said, stepping through the portal without hesitation.

Vincent watched as the others disappeared one by one. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and was the last to step through.

As he crossed the threshold, his vision blurred, and for a moment, he felt as though he were floating in a void. But just as quickly, his surroundings snapped back into focus.

He found himself standing in the middle of a vibrant, lush forest.

The air was thick with the scent of earth and foliage, and the sound of rustling leaves filled his ears.

But what caught his attention most was the roar that echoed through the trees—a deep, guttural sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

Roar!

The roar was unmistakably from a Tier 2 or higher primal beast.

Vincent’s senses heightened, and he immediately noticed something else: the Origin Energy in this realm was far denser than in the Origin World.

Every blade of grass, every leaf, seemed to pulse with energy, as if the very ground beneath his feet was alive with power.

But they weren’t alone.

Vincent could already sense another group of Origin Warriors in the distance, their presence faint but unmistakable.

Who are they?

"Dio, it seems we’re not alone." Urek leaned in close to Dio, his voice a low whisper that barely carried over the rustling leaves of the dense forest.

Dio nodded, his expression calm and unbothered. "I know. Just be prepared. We should assume everyone we encounter is our enemy. It’s better to be safe than sorry."

"Understood," Urek replied, his voice steady as he gave a curt nod.

The two of them stood in silence for a moment, the tension in the air palpable. Suddenly, Urek’s sharp instincts kicked in. He felt something—fast and dangerous—approaching from their left.

"Look out!" Anur’s voice rang out, sharp and urgent, cutting through the stillness. Discover hidden content at novelbuddy

Anur’s warning came just a fraction too late. A blinding streak of light shot toward Urek, moving with such speed that it was nearly impossible to dodge.

The light struck Urek with a deafening Bang!, erupting into a massive explosion that sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Thick, acrid smoke billowed up, obscuring Urek from view.

The group quickly retreated, their movements swift and practiced. They spun around, their eyes scanning the direction from which the attack had come.

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Vincent’s sharp gaze caught sight of a group of figures, half-hidden in the shadows, their forms blending seamlessly with the dim surroundings.

If one looked closely, they would see the faint outlines of small, dog-like creatures crouched low to the ground.

Their fur was dark and matted, perfectly camouflaged against the dim forest floor.

Their pointed ears twitched ever so slightly, catching every sound, while their glowing eyes—yellow or amber—stared unblinking, like predators waiting to pounce.

Their muzzles were tense, nostrils flaring as they scented the air, and their clawed hands rested on crude weapons or the earth, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.