Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 71 --Ironclad Legion — Caelan’s True Identity

Chapter 71: Chapter71-Ironclad Legion — Caelan’s True Identity

"We’ll talk about my business later!"

Talia shot Caelan a sharp look. "You, on the other hand—since you’ve awakened such an insane class, why didn’t you tell me?"

She rolled her eyes dramatically and complained, "Brat, do you even have your beautiful, generous, delicate, adorable big sister in your heart at all?"

Caelan opened his mouth, trying to figure out how to defend himself—only for Talia to barrel on without giving him the chance.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous things were today?!"

"We ran professional calculations. Your win rate was only 98%!"

"Tell me—why would you insist on doing something that risky? If your sister hadn’t arrived early and smoothed out that last 2% of low-probability disaster..."

"What if you’d died? Who would cook me good food then?!"

"Brat, I’m telling you—being a little brother means the most important job is taking good care of your dear cousin!"

"Honestly, you didn’t even perform as well as my ex-boyfriends."

Faced with Talia’s lecture, Caelan was surprisingly patient.

Even if his cousin was lazy and annoying sometimes, her concern was real.

"Alright, alright. I get it—I was wrong. I’ll pay more attention next time, okay?"

Talia finally took a breath. After chugging a huge gulp of ice-cold cola, she nodded.

"Good. Anyway, you must treat this seriously."

"And also—do you know what a Chosen One is? And what class did you awaken?"

Caelan thought for a moment, then decided to tell her part of the truth.

By now, he was almost certain he was that so-called Chosen One.

But... he didn’t have enough proof.

And that titan uncle hadn’t fully explained what a Chosen One actually was before dying, so Caelan still needed to gather information slowly.

"I can’t say for sure whether I’m a Chosen One," Caelan said. "But my skills really are... different from other people’s."

"Oh, and the class I awakened is just the plain, ordinary [White Swordsman]."

Talia nodded, understanding flashing in her eyes.

"Ah. That explains everything."

"Yeah—you’re definitely a Chosen One. No question."

After that, Talia gave Caelan a more detailed rundown of what she knew about Chosen Ones.

She also brought up a special kind of recorded fragment.

According to her, these ancient fragments carried a unique power of their own.

Humanity’s research on them was still shallow, but they had managed to extract some useful intelligence.

For example, the history from ten thousand years ago seemed drastically different from the present—so different that even the architectural styles didn’t match.

In the endless river of time, most things had already been completely worn away into nothing.

Caelan listened in a haze. When he finally found a gap in her explanation, he immediately pulled the [glassy shard] from his storage space and held it out to her.

"Are you talking about something like this?"

Talia took the [glassy shard], examined it carefully, and her face changed in shock.

"Where did you get this?!"

"Do you have any idea how valuable this is? It’s so precious that it’s beyond what you can imagine!"

"Even with your identity... this is still an insanely valuable item!"

Hearing that, Caelan snorted inwardly.

What identity?

He was precious? Since when?

But...

What exactly was Talia’s relationship with the Ironclad Legion?

After studying it for another moment, Talia handed the [glassy shard] back to Caelan.

"Brat—except when you’re with me, never take this out in front of anyone else."

"And you have to keep it safe. I’ll choose the right opportunity and help you decode the information inside."

Caelan didn’t refuse.

More hands meant more power, and his cousin was someone he could trust completely.

Still, one question kept nagging at him.

"Cousin... what’s your relationship with the Ironclad Legion, exactly?"

Talia just smiled faintly.

"If you didn’t bring that up, I might’ve forgotten."

"Honestly, it’s not a big deal. The Ironclad Legion was your family’s to begin with. I’m your cousin—so having status in the Ironclad Legion is totally normal, isn’t it?"

Caelan froze.

Wait—what did she mean?

What did she mean the Ironclad Legion was our family’s?

Seeing the confusion on his face, Talia chuckled and explained:

"Since you’re an adult now, I’ll tell you."

"Your background isn’t as simple as it looks."

As Talia spoke, Caelan gradually learned some of the hidden truth from back then.

Even the founding of the Ironclad Legion wasn’t as straightforward as the history books made it sound.

The Ironclad Legion had only existed for forty years.

But behind it, there were two ancient families.

Namely—the Grey family and the Merlin family.

Both were among the oldest human families. As far back as ten thousand years ago, they had led humanity through hordes of monsters, building one city-state after another.

But due to differences in ideology, the two families gradually became enemies.

That hostility lasted a full five thousand years—until fifty years ago, when Caelan’s grandfather and maternal grandfather supported each other during an accident and became close friends.

From that point on, the relationship between the two families began to thaw.

At the same time, monster activity grew more intense, and the descent of Instances became more frequent. No single family could lead humanity forward on its own anymore.

So Caelan’s two grandfathers hit it off immediately and founded the Ironclad Legion, becoming comrades who fought shoulder-to-shoulder.

After that, cooperation between the two families became more and more common.

Caelan’s father and mother fell in love as a natural result, and—like water flowing into a channel—they stepped into marriage.

Talia didn’t explain the finer details clearly.

It was obvious she was still trying to hide certain things.

But from her fragmented hints, Caelan understood this much:

Back then, the original owner of this body’s parents had encountered an accident while clearing an Instance. They had no choice but to remain inside a certain Instance—and whatever happened there seemed tied to the survival of the entire human race.

As for why there had been no news for so many years... it could be a technical issue, or it could be to protect Caelan.

"So..." Caelan pointed at his own nose, looking utterly disbelieving. "I’m actually a legit rich kid? Like... a super rich kid?"

Honestly, it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t believe it.

The truth was simply too explosive.

Wait—if I’m the grandson of Ironclad Legion leadership... then grabbing a bunch of resources for free is totally justified, right?

It’s all family business anyway. What’s there to be afraid of?

But then Caelan thought of the most important thing.

If his identity was acknowledged by the family... did that mean he wouldn’t have to grind money like crazy to upgrade his skills anymore?

If the family was that rich, spending it on him was still spending it, right?

Right then, Talia dumped a bucket of cold water straight over his head.

"Brat—don’t tell me you’re thinking that now that your status is noble, you can start wasting money however you want?"

Caelan nodded without hiding his thoughts.

"Of course. I’m the precious grandson of the Ironclad Legion now. Won’t everything be mine eventually?"

Talia couldn’t hold it in—she burst out laughing.

"Brat, you’ve got a beautiful dream."

"But before that, you’ll need your grandfather and maternal grandfather to actually acknowledge your potential."

"And from where I’m standing? Your performance so far is... just barely passable."