They all call me Great Master-Chapter 508 - 505: Entry-level Atlas: Great Orange!

When Arthur picked up the Entry-level Atlas "Great Orange," text started to appear in front of him—

[Evaluating Entry-level Atlas 'Great Orange'…]

[Possessing 'Phantom Stomach,' evaluation passed!]

[Possessing the Ritual 'Orange Cat,' evaluation passed!]

[The 'Orange Cat' Ritual has not reached High Tier, would you like to use 4000 XP to supplement it?]

...

[Evaluating the 'Orange Cat' Ritual…]

[Physique, evaluation passed!]

[Spirituality, evaluation passed!]

[Evaluating the 'Orange Cat' Ritual, capable of reaching its ultimate state, would you like to use 9999 XP?]

...

Arthur looked at the text prompts before his eyes, filled with surprise.

After a 'Ritual' is conducted, it takes time to accumulate before it can wholly transform the participant.

Not just the "Orange Cat," but rituals from other schools and forces are the same.

This, Arthur knew.

It was not only because the special effects "Ordination," "Feast," and "Golden Thread" that appeared after completing the "Orange Cat" Ritual were telling Arthur this, but also due to those records in the books of the Mystic Side.

Even, to some extent, Arthur could say he had a fresh memory—

By browsing through the Mystic Side books moved back from Yumir Manor, Arthur learned of a ritual called "Tortoiseshell Lifespan."

This ritual provided a mediocre enhancement to the [Physique] and balanced [Spirituality] but could greatly extend the lifespan of the one performing the ritual.

With each passing month, the life of the ritualist would increase by an additional six months.

Simply put, live one year, gain six years.

This kind of gift went on up to a thousand years.

But regrettably, not a single performer of the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual truly lived up to a thousand years.

Because—

Hunting!

Although they obtained long lives, the Mystic Side Persons who performed the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual were not undying, and compared to those who performed other rituals, these bearers with mediocre [Physique] and [Spirituality] were truly weak.

Thus, the evil in people's hearts began to surface.

Of course, this manifestation of evil was very clandestine.

However, once the rumor that 'drinking the fresh blood of those who performed the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual could prolong life' spread, this evil just exploded.

Envy towards those with longevity!

A desire for their own extended lifespan!

This led other Mystic Side Persons to begin a massacre of those who had conducted the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual.

And as a result, almost at the end of the Empire's era, the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual was lost.

Of course, the clarity with which Arthur remembered it was not only due to the distinctiveness of the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual but also because the author of that book had a friend who had performed the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual. The author marveled at the magic and greatness of this ritual and then…

When he himself was old and frail, he killed his friend who had performed the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual.

'I deeply regret doing this.

But if given another chance, I would do it again.

Because every time I saw him full of vitality and then looked at my decrepit self, I felt disgusted!

I detested myself!

And even more, I detested my friend!

I felt my envy and rage had swallowed me whole!

So, I killed him.

And, I chose to drink his blood—rumor had it that the fresh blood of someone who conducted the 'Tortoiseshell Lifespan' Ritual could increase another's lifespan…

Unfortunately, it was just a rumor.

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I drank all his blood, but my lifespan did not increase.

On the day I had foreseen, I was forced to meet death.

Clearly, it was another "a musk deer dies for its own musk" story.

However, Arthur did remember the author of this book, 'Anteil'.

At the same time, he etched into his mind the phrase 'conducting a ritual is just a beginning'.

Therefore, Arthur wasn't surprised by the time accumulation required for the "Orange Cat" to be supplemented by XP; instead, he felt a sense of delight.

What truly surprised Arthur was the following line.

'The ultimate state of the "Orange Cat"?'

Subconsciously, Arthur thought of the 'Golden Lion Cat' who had obliterated the Pope of the Holy Empire with punches as fast as the speed of light!

Could it be that the other party was so out of the ordinary because they had reached the ultimate state through a 'ritual'?

Very likely!

The ultimate state of the "Orange Cat" brought about a different "Great Orange"!

Then, having reached the ultimate state of "Great Orange", it led to a different kind of 'Ascend Step'!

In the end, they obtained that invincible 'Physique', with punches as fast as the speed of light!

Having thought this, Arthur didn't hesitate to directly open the Entry-level Atlas of "Great Orange".

His XP wasn't enough.

But that didn't stop him from taking a look in advance.

Then...

Arthur froze.

A pudgy and adorably clumsy Orange Cat lay sprawled on its back, beneath which lay a shattered bed and a dragon, fierce tiger, raging bear, and lone wolf, all unable to move.

The dragon opened its mouth wide, wanting to breathe fire, but could only emit a little smoke.

The fierce tiger dug its front claws into the ground, trying to prop up its upper body, but the earth was broken, rendering its efforts useless.

The raging bear was the same, renowned for its strength, trying to push the Orange Cat off with all four limbs, only to end up panting heavily with exhaustion.

The lone wolf simply lay flat, its eyes rolled back like a dog, frothing at the mouth.

And on a tree not too far away, a black Crow was peeping at everything.

In the bushes below the tree, a little snake was wiggling away.

'This...'

Arthur looked closely at this picture, somewhat at a loss for the right way to express his emotions.

Looking at that proud, disdainful yet slightly adorable fat orange face, for some reason, he involuntarily heard the echoing phrase in his ears: 'I am EMO.'

'Is this the Entry-level Atlas?'

Arthur mused to himself.

To be honest, the Entry-level Atlas before him and the one he had imagined were quite different.

In Arthur's mind, the Entry-level Atlas should have been the sort that contained the way of Ascension yet concealed deadly traps, and if a bit more sinister, it could even bewitch the viewer into unconsciously choosing to Ascend. Then, the flesh and soul of those who failed in Ascension would be absorbed by the Atlas.

There should even be a distinction between true and false Entry-level Atlases.

The true one would contain the way of Ascension and hidden dangers.

The false one would be riddled with death traps leading to almost certain death, existing to absorb the flesh and souls of the failed, thereby nurturing the real 'Entry-level Atlas'.

And within this, there must be some grand conspiracy hidden.

But reality...

Colored pencil drawings.

Life-like, yet so ordinary.

'Could my Entry-level Atlas be a fake?'

Even though Arthur knew with certainty that the Earl of South Los wouldn't offer a fake, this thought still involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Subconsciously, Arthur began to examine this Entry-level Atlas with a more serious attitude.

And then, Arthur indeed made a discovery.

In the bushes depicted in this Entry-level Atlas, Arthur found a name—

Hercules.