Regarding Aponia's inheritance, there aren't actually many "prophecy" types in League of Legends.
There are quite a few "divine roles" similar to priests.
But for Aponia, they wouldn't offer much improvement.
The mental power of "The Enlightened One" is also a kind of buff and resonance.
Moreover, they both come from sanatoriums.
One is stuck in the mire of the past.
One is imprisoned in the script of the future.
One looks back and sighs.
One looks forward in confusion.
With such commonalities, the inheritance was naturally a smooth process.
As for "prophecy," Aponia only needs to wait until she steps onto her own Path.
And the mental abilities granted by The Enlightened One can also make her talent for peering into fate even stronger.
The stronger the mind, the further one can see.
Not to mention, there's the special buff from the Tranquility Dragon.
If she were taken to the Xianzhou Luofu, she could even be a High Elder.
As for Dystopia...
Pfft!
Ryuga almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. His mouth twitched, and he silently shook his head.
Sigh, this girl still doesn't understand the Sovereign's painstaking efforts.
The Dark Spheres were a series of refinements.
Fire forges the sword; only through a thousand tempers can it become a sharp weapon.
Syndra, the Dark Sovereign, a terrifying telekinetic mage from Ionia, has always been known for her coldness.
Her inheritance is not gentle.
There are no whispered teachings.
No patient guidance.
There is only the most primitive and direct impact, using scars to remember pain, then using pain to awaken the will, and using the pressure of the will to stimulate more potential.
To put it simply: "I'm gonna beat the crap out of you!"
"Telekinesis" is rooted deep in the mind and relies on the tenacity of the will.
If one has powerful telekinesis but a fragile mind, the will is like a sandcastle that will one day be consumed by its own power.
When meeting a telekinesis master, the competition is often about whose will is stronger.
Professor X is the best example.
Syndra knows this well.
She uses the Dark Spheres as hammers, striking again and again, pressing down time after time, forcing Dystopia to awaken in pain.
And Dystopia, without realizing it, has begun her initial transformation.
Her mental telekinesis is like bamboo shoots after rain, rising steadily.
Her will is like steel tempered in fire, becoming increasingly tenacious.
Every time she falls and stands back up, it is a cleansing of the soul.
...
Cough—
Dystopia was swatted away like a withered leaf, spitting out a trail of blood in mid-air. Her internal organs felt as if they had been shattered.
She crashed heavily into the scorched rocky ground, blood gurgling from the corner of her mouth, her consciousness flickering like a candle in the wind.
But before she could pass out, the next wave of bombardment arrived.
The explosive air current sent her flying again, and she coughed up another mouthful of crimson.
Once, twice, and again.
Dystopia was repeatedly sent flying, coughing blood, passing out, being blown awake, sent flying, and coughing blood to pass out again.
Her body continuously rolled, bounced, and fell across the earth.
Her vision had long since blurred.
She didn't know how many times she had fainted and been awakened by sharp pain.
Her staggering steps grew slower and slower.
She didn't know if other "Ascended" trials were this cruel, but hers was terrible.
It felt like she had been beaten for an entire year.
Until—at the moment the 33,503,36th "Dark Sphere" was about to hit her back, she suddenly raised her hand!
Her small, fair hand grabbed the sphere rolling with destructive power.
Sizzle—
The sound of scorching flesh was clearly audible, her fingers feeling like they were touching thunder and fire.
Electricity exploded in her palm, flames roared between her fingers, and toxic mist seeped into her marrow, threatening to tear her arm from its roots.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
Dystopia's teeth chattered, her fingers suddenly tightened, and with a bang, the Dark Sphere was forcefully struck back.
It drew a straight line, grazing Syndra's hair.
It exploded into a pitch-black storm in the distance.
"!"
Syndra was slightly stunned. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tips of her hair had been scorched by the aftershock.
In the depths of her purple pupils, an imperceptible ripple passed.
"My dear disciple, can you finally fight back?"
She smiled.
"Then let's officially enter the final battle phase."
Before her voice could fade, the world changed abruptly.
Syndra opened her fingers, using her powerful telekinesis to pull a towering mountain from the ground and hurl it into the distance.
A massive shadow loomed over.
"Holy mother of—!!"
Dystopia's pupils shrank, and her heart almost stopped from fright.
This thing actually leveled up?
Boom—!
The mountain crashed down, the ground collapsed a hundred fathoms, and the terrifying dust wave swept in all directions like a raging tide.
A moment later, before the smoke had cleared, a crimson light suddenly lit up on the mountain.
Crack... crack crack...
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the mountain, and then, it exploded!
Dystopia stood in the center of the ruined crater, covered in blood, her orange hair flying wildly like a lion's mane.
Her arms were open, her palms turned, and Dark Spheres condensed out of thin air, circling her like star tracks.
"Go!!"
As her finger pointed out.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The spheres flew out in a line, pouncing toward Syndra.
The battle had evolved from a one-sided crush to an evenly matched collision, and now to a world-shattering ultimate showdown.
The earth cracked.
The sky was torn apart.
The entire Ascended inheritance space twisted into a bizarre vortex amidst the agitation of violent telekinesis, and the whole world was trembling.
Finally—
Boom!
Dystopia's final strike hit Syndra square in the chest!
Half of her body was instantly shattered and disintegrated, yet she revealed an almost intoxicated smile.
"What a peaceful dream..."
"Truly... wonderful memories."
Syndra murmured softly, her gaze gradually becoming blurred.
As if traveling through time and space, she recalled the dream woven by the soul of Ionia.
Beneath her feet, the bedrock of the earth split open, and a bottomless maw slowly swallowed her.
Roots as thick as dragons drilled out from deep underground, wrapping around her limbs and binding her firmly in a pool of deep blue living water.
The water rippled, runes flowed, and layers of sealing power stacked up, suppressing her terrifying telekinesis that was almost like a god's.
She closed her eyes, a smile still on her lips.
"My dear disciple..."
"People always fear what they cannot understand."
Syndra sneered, yet every word was carved into Dystopia's soul.
"What you showed today, such powerful telekinesis... Hahahaha... it's truly delightful."
"Remember, the power of the will."
"Will without limits."
"Mind! Will! Telekinesis! None can be missing!"
As her voice fell, Syndra's figure completely sank into the ground, swallowed by the eternal dream.
The wind gradually stopped.
"Phew~"
Dystopia knelt on the ground, her hands propping her up, gasping for breath, recalling the blood and scorching pain of this year.
Then she raised her head, looking at the slowly closing crack in the ground, and gave a raspy but firm salute.
"Goodbye, Master."
She gave a bitter smile, yet felt somewhat relieved.
After being beaten so many times, the pain had made her soul tremble.
Every strike and every explosion was an inheritance.
The Sovereign's intentions—she understood them now.
...
Outside.
The last pillar of light dissipated like smoke.
The golden light flowing on the Sun Disc faded, and it hung quietly in mid-air, returning to complete silence.
Dystopia's orange hair flew like a blazing fire, and a purple mental mark floated before her forehead.
Three Dark Spheres circled her slowly, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.
The moment she opened her eyes, a purple flame ignited in the depths of her pupils.
It was condensed from pure telekinesis.
Blazing, cold, and gloomy, it brought a soul-tearing pressure.
Almost at the same time, the three Dark Spheres exploded, and the mental telekinetic shock swept out from her in all directions like a giant wave.
"..."
In just one second, the ten thousand elites Veda had brought lost focus in their pupils, turned their eyes white, and fell one after another with thud, thud, thud.
Some curled up and trembled, some had smiles on their faces, and some were covered in tears, each falling into a dream.
Some dreamed of falling infinitely into a bottomless abyss.
Some dreamed of being entangled with beauties in a sea of flowers.
There were a thousand kinds of dreams, woven by telekinesis so real it was suffocating.
"!"
Even someone as strong as Kevin couldn't help but kneel on one knee, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He bit his lip hard, using the pain to stimulate his nerves.
As for Kosma, he fell silently.
He lay on his back on the stone bricks, looking very peaceful.
"Oh my~"
"Dystopia has truly gained incredible power."
Elysia clapped her hands lightly and smiled.
"..."
Aponia's red lips parted slightly, and a low whisper sounded like an ancient bell: "『Wake up!』"
The voice wasn't loud, yet it could penetrate dreams and reach the depths of the soul.
Everyone's bodies jerked. They felt a clear dragon's roar suddenly sound in their dreams, carrying a sacred and peaceful aura that woke them up.
Scales and claws flew, and the dragon's tail swept lightly, tearing the layers of illusions to shreds.
A light rose from their hearts, dispelling the gloom.
Everyone opened their eyes one after another, realizing that cold sweat had already soaked their clothes, and their eyes were still filled with lingering fear.
They looked at each other, their fear not yet dissipated.
At this time, the purple flames in Dystopia's eyes also gradually went out, and the telekinetic tide had completely receded.
"Ah..."
The girl blinked, looking at the figures lying all over the ground. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she awkwardly raised her hand to rub the back of her head.
"Sorry, I seem to have affected you all."
Her gaze swept over, and she saw Kosma lying straight and motionless. Her eyes widened instantly.
"Eh? Kosma?!"
The girl was even more bewildered; she had actually knocked out her teammate as well.
"Alright, let's go back."
Ryuga shook his head, raised his hand to put away the Sun Disc, and turned to walk toward Elysia.
Then, he kicked Kosma.
"Still pretending?!"
At this time, Kosma was still a chuunibyou teenager.
"Uh..."
Kosma rubbed his head and climbed up.
Mainly because in the whole team, only he was knocked out, and he felt he couldn't save face.
As for the dream he had?
Damn it.
It seemed like he was taking the college entrance exam?
Gah!
Dystopia hurriedly trotted to catch up, bowing to apologize to the slowly waking Kosma: "I'm really sorry."
"Cough cough~, no, it's because I'm too weak."
Kosma rubbed his head, always feeling very embarrassed.
Kevin-ge could hold out.
Logically, he dared to jump into the eye of a storm, so his mind and courage shouldn't be weak, yet he was so easily thrown into a dream.
Too embarrassing.
The wind blew across the plaza, dispersing the last trace of residual telekinetic fluctuations.
Veda slowly woke up, but the plaza was already empty.
"..."
...
A day later, The MOTHs squad had their first official dinner together.
Elysia, Fu Hua, Eden, Dystopia, Kevin, Kosma, Kalpas, and Aponia and Pardo also came.
Of course, Ryuga was there too.
The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the richness of red wine.
"Uh, Captain Elysia?"
"I've been recruited too?"
Hen was a bit confused after receiving the transfer order from headquarters this morning.
"Come, let's drink."
Elysia held up her red wine glass and toasted Hen from afar.
"Uh..."
Hen didn't understand. He temporarily suppressed the doubt in his heart and took a sip of red wine.
"Because I have to go out occasionally, and Fu Hua doesn't have much experience leading a team. I think your ability to train newcomers is very good."
"And, it was mainly Ryuga-chan's suggestion."
Elysia smiled gently.
"Ah?"
Hen was stunned, looking at Ryuga, who was playing with a cat not far away with Pardo and Aponia.
The Demon God?
Ryuga raised his glass from a distance.
Hen quickly paid his respects.
In any case, he had "stolen" Blanca away; whether he could survive in the future would depend on his own luck.
Then he continued to play with the cat.
"Dystopia's 'Telekinesis' is still too dangerous. If it goes out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable. You have to help her temper her will and control her precision."
"And Kosma and Kalpas, you have to train them well."
As she spoke, Elysia suddenly gave a light laugh.
"By the way, whatever you do, don't make Kalpas angry. He's obedient during normal training, but if you piss him off, you'll have to ask Hua and Dystopia for help."
"Is that so? Then I'm the instructor? Uh..."
Hen nodded, and then he saw Fu Hua kick open the door and drag Kalpas in. His eyes widened.
Good grief.
"Oh dear, it looks like Kalpas lost again."
Elysia's smile didn't fade.
Everyone was used to it, giving a casual glance before continuing to eat and drink.
Kalpas didn't accept Fu Hua's position as Vice-Captain and challenged her three times a day. Each time, he was knocked out by a punch within twenty moves.
As for Elysia?
Standing there without moving, Kalpas couldn't break her Star Barrier even with all his strength.
And Kevin?
At this time, he was just a special forces soldier with superhuman strength, unable to withstand Kalpas's fists that could easily tear through steel when he was enraged.
"I understand."
"So, Captain, you are going to...?"
Hen nodded.
Fu Hua could indeed restrain Kalpas.
As for Dystopia, her telekinesis could make ten thousand people fall into a dream at the same time. If she focused on one point, knocking out Kalpas would be too easy.
"I'm going to Ryuga-chan's world to find more possibilities for our Earth."
Elysia said with a smile.
With that one sentence, the room fell silent.
Everyone fell into silence one after another.
"Can-chan~, this is sturgeon caviar! I told you, if you follow me, you'll be living the high life, right?"
"Meow~"
The black cat gave a lazy cry, stretched out a pink paw to pat Pardo's hand, and elegantly licked the fish roe from the plate.
Pardo had taken the time to go back to Sundown Alley and "abduct" her black cat master, naming it "Can."
Because back then, her black cat master had pushed a can of fish down from the wall for her.
This time, it wasn't like in the original plot where, after becoming a MANTIS, she was hissed at and rejected by the cat.
The current Pardo is a magical spirit cat who understands cat language and is mentally connected to thousands of cats.
The cats like her very much.
"Come, let's raise our glasses to welcome Eden's joining."
Elysia raised her glass again.
"Oh~"
Everyone cheered, and glasses clinked.
"But Eden is still 'off-staff' for now. She's still on tour, using her own way to help people, and won't participate in our actions for the time being."
Elysia explained again.
...
"Isn't this Elysia's bedroom? Did I go to the wrong room?"
After pushing open the door and seeing Eden wearing a white bath towel, Ryuga was a bit dazed.
The steam was misty, and a faint rose fragrance lingered in the air.
Her wet hair hung over her shoulders, water droplets dripping from the tips, falling one by one into the hollow of her collarbone, then sliding down her slender spine into the edge of the towel.
Ryuga stood on tiptoe, wanting to see where the water droplets went.
"No, she let me stay here."
Eden said with a blush.
Ryuga understood instantly.
With a click, he closed the door.
Leaning down, he picked her up in a princess carry.
Eden let out a cry of surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around Ryuga's neck.
"Um, I, I, I'll sing a song for you first, okay?"
The girl was so shy she was incoherent.
"No need, I want to hear another song."
To be continued…
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