novelGlobal Chapter 411: The Meaning of Legendary
Chapter 411: The Meaning of Legendary
Without any caretaker watching over it, this cemetery had grown over with wild weeds.
For this reason, Loren had no choice but to activate his Ninth Ability—[Guidance of Fate].
Guided by those golden threads, Loren finally found the destination of this trip...
Three ordinary graves.
Two large ones and one small one, nestled together.
There were no tombstones in front of these three graves, only neglected weeds.
In the Slums, "tombstones" were an expensive and impractical luxury.
Loren stood before these three graves, gently removed the hat from his head, and stored it inside the "Crimson Tear."
Without the hat's suppression, Loren's long black hair flew freely in the cemetery's night wind...
He silently took out the three plastic white irises from his chest, bent down, and placed them before the graves.After setting down the white irises.
He turned slightly, tilting his head toward the two slightly larger graves in front of him, and spoke calmly:
"I'll say it again—in the Slums, you died far too young."
"Father sir, and Madam mother."
After speaking, Loren shook his head calmly, stepped aside, and moved two paces.
He stood before another small grave.
After a long silence, that tall figure opened his mouth again and said softly:
"I've reached Legendary, Sister Mura."
"I came back this time to stir up a massive storm..."
"It's a pity—I can't become someone like you."
"So, I want to find some people to take with you to the grave."
As his voice fell, Loren raised his hand and calmly snapped his fingers, then retrieved his hat from the "Crimson Tear" and placed it on his head.
Then.
Loren pressed down on the hat he had just put on and gave a slight bow forward.
After straightening up, Loren began muttering meaningless words to himself.
"The flower you gave me—I really like it. I always wear it on my chest."
"I don't think about you anymore, but I still remember the things you said..."
"Back when we picked up a fashion magazine in the trash, you said I'd look good in a black trench coat and a hat when I grew up."
"I've dressed like this all these years, and it does look good."
"But the only downside is that I occasionally get pestered by some perverted ladies."
"You were right—things in the Star Realm always have pros and cons..."
"I've also made some friends. Their personalities aren't great, just like mine, but I have a good time when I'm with them."
"You said that when you grew up, if you had the chance, you'd want to raise a pet."
"I raised a raven. It's very cute and also very chatty."
"So, I'm telling you—based on your personality, if you were to get a pet, you should pick something quiet..."
Having said this, Loren fell silent again.
After a long moment.
He gently shook his head once more.
"Too bad you're dead."
With those words, Loren just stood there, rooted to the spot for a long time.
...
A long while later.
Loren turned around and walked away with a calm expression.
"I'm leaving, Sister Mura."
The tall, solitary figure began walking out of this desolate cemetery...
After a few steps, Loren paused, remembering something.
He turned his head.
"Oh, right—the Nature Sect you really liked—I should have joined it by now."
"They'll probably like me a lot."
Back then, you always said it would be nice if there was a Nature Sect on this remote planet too."
"Maybe then, everyone's lives wouldn't be so miserable..."
"Now there should be one..."
After saying these words, Loren turned his head back and continued walking calmly out of the cemetery.
At that moment.
Inside the cemetery.
The somewhat cold night wind began to blow again.
Loren's long hair behind him started to flutter in the wind...
In the void, countless black threads and golden threads quietly descended.
Those illusory black threads silently coiled around the weeds growing in this cemetery.
And those illusory golden threads coiled around every grave in the cemetery...
The next moment.
The weeds growing in this cemetery began to wither in an uncanny manner.
With a gust of the cold night wind, the withered weeds turned into extremely fine dust, drifting away with the wind.
The entire cemetery was completely renewed.
As if someone had carefully tended to it...
As Loren walked calmly out of the cemetery, he silently recited a small command in his heart:
"This place shall not be disturbed. It shall find eternal peace."
Under the entanglement of the golden threads symbolizing "Fortune," the graves in this cemetery would receive the protection of "Fortune."
[Shall not be disturbed by anyone or anything.]
Any accidental or non-accidental incidents targeting this cemetery would, under the protection of "Fortune," dissipate into nothingness or be redirected elsewhere...
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As a Legendary-tier Rule-Based Psychic, Loren could finally wield his own immense power more flexibly!
The reason why the "Legendary" tier was so difficult for most Superhumans was that it represented comprehensive growth across all aspects.
The leap from the Ninth Tier to Legendary was different from the previous numerical tiers.
If advancing through numerical tiers was like "1+1=2,"
Then the Legendary tier was like 9+1=10, or something unknown.
That was Legendary.
The answer was uncertain, not singular, and impossible to quantify.
But the performance after achieving Legendary could be observed.
The most obvious manifestation was the significant enhancement of all abilities.
A massive boost to one's own "computational ability," "reaction speed," "multi-threaded thinking capability," "internal energy reserves," "physical strength," and "the most mysterious spiritual power."
Of course, it could also be broadly divided into three directions: soul growth, physical growth, and energy growth.
But the most fundamental change in Legendary powerhouses couldn't be directly detected!
It was unity—understanding and mastering all of one's own power!
Being able to decide everything about oneself—that was what a Legendary powerhouse was!
What 9+1 equaled could be determined by oneself, as long as one was strong enough!
Every Legendary powerhouse was someone who never felt confused about their own power.
Therefore, this also led to the gap between Legendary powerhouses being even greater than the gap between weeds and dragons!
The difference in the power they wielded naturally created that disparity.
It was also a tier of infinite possibilities.
Precisely because Legendary powerhouses knew themselves well enough, they could, within this tier, do their utmost to patch up their weaknesses and desperately amplify their strengths!
Many ancient Star Realm races with long lineages believed: "Legendary is the true starting point of the path to Superhuman!"
The special significance of the word "Legendary" was also quietly bestowed upon it by countless beings in the Star Realm over a long period of time.
This word meant the potential for any infinitely grand possibility!