'However, for how long will they support me? Will they allow me to become a rank 4 cultivator? Will they allow me to attempt in the breakthroughs for the divine ranks? I don't think so.'
A ruler, in order to govern, had to be stronger than its subjects, it couldn't allow for individuals to surpass its level.
Noah was sure that if he joined some organizations, he would soon be suppressed like it had happened in the inner circle of Balvan mansion.
He sighed thinking about that.
His energies had still to recover so he had time to sort his thoughts.
'Is this world all about birthright?'
Noah ultimately had that doubt.
'Birth defines your social status, the number of techniques that you can obtain, the spells, and so on. Sadly, I'm not an exception as most of my battle prowess derives from my element.'
Noah wasn't underestimating himself.
He knew that, even if he considered only his martial art, he was one of the best warriors of his generation.
He had trained nonstop since the age of eight after all, his determination and diligence were unmatched.
However, most of his overwhelming strength came from the Demonic form which expressed the full power of the darkness element.
'Does my value strictly depend on my element? If I had a common aptitude, would I still be this powerful?'
Noah lingered on those questions for a while before determination filled his eyes.
'I obtained the Demonic form spell because I was the best of my generation. I surpassed nobles and nurtured soldiers to obtain it. Everything I have, I took it with my own hands.'
There was no reason to overthink issues over which he had no control.
'I might have been lucky to be born with this aptitude but I've also had to risk my life for each of my improvements. I would have been a great cultivator even if I was of the fire element.'
He stood up as soon as he resolved his doubts, moving toward the exit of the cave.
Noah didn't want to stay too much in that place.
Even if the Muwlos family had a tacit agreement to not use powerful cultivators, that wouldn't prevent Samuel's father from arriving on the battlefield and kill the criminal that took his son's life.
'To prove it, I will create with my own hands something that surpasses every birthright.'
His resolve was steeled, he knew exactly what he had to do.
'I need to buy new weapons, preferably inscribed items in the second rank. I need to sell all the items that I don't need and stash rank 4 materials to be always ready to escape. I need to forge using the Demonic form as a material. I need to bring my body in the heroic ranks. In the end, I need to create my own techniques.'
Noah still had some of Abel's blood to absorb but his priority was returning to the Royal city at that moment.
'Time to go back!'
Chapter end
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