Unholy Player - Chapter 471

Chapter 471: The Art of Making Enemies
A polite smile formed on Henry’s face as he followed Adyr’s lead. “I am just glad to hear there are some stepping stones prepared for our Young Master.”

This time, Zephan and his Elders were the ones shaken by a new revelation. Their eyes widened as they turned to Adyr’s calm, smiling face, reading the ease, confidence, and faint amusement there.

To them, it had already been clear that Adyr had come to the Outer Region with a mission and a goal to prove himself to his family, so it was only natural to assume his ambition would be significant.

But they had not imagined that ambition would reach the point of treating an organization led by a Rank 6 Adept as nothing more than a stepping stone on his path.

What kind of mission had his family given him if a Rank 6 Adept was only a side quest?

As this question sank into their minds, it filled them with awe and, at the same time, a quiet sense of relief, as if a load they had carried alone for too long had suddenly been shifted onto someone who could actually bear it.

Their thoughts naturally drifted back to their own history. Although their ancestors who had followed the Blood Path were now deceased and, hopefully, the curse on their lineage had been lifted by Adyr, they would still face significant danger if that blood organization remained alive and active.

One day, whether today or in the future, the Lunari, because of their past, might face those lunatics again, and with the power gap between them, the outcome would be a disaster, a one-sided execution rather than a battle.

But that nightmare changed shape the moment they remembered who was now backing them.

If that blasphemous organization was like a cloud hanging high and far, then Adyr and his race were the sky itself.

With that thought easing some of the pressure in his chest, Zephan, though elated and calmer now, still spoke in an apocalyptic tone, the weight never fully leaving his voice. “I apologize for pulling you into our matter.”

Adyr simply waved the apology away with a light, dismissive motion of his hand. “Don’t be. Even if I was not involved in your family matters, Sevrak alone would be enough of a connection between me and that organization anyway. What we need to think about now is planning the future.”

He had already clearly defined that future in his mind. Adyr remained steadfast in his plans for future power-ups. He was still planning to reach Rank 4 with a Blood Variant Spark using the treasure, so for him, facing this blood cult was an inevitable outcome, not a distant possibility but a stage he fully expected to stand on.

For that reason, he wanted to draw more allies to his side to face them in the future, and as a starting point, the Lunari race, with their history, was perfect to shape into a sharp and reliable spear.

“You are already the benefactor of our race.” Silverlight Zephan, not knowing Adyr’s real thoughts, took his tea glass and raised it, the liquid inside making a small circle as it moved. “Whatever you plan for the future, count us in.”

His Rank 4 Elders did not hesitate. They also took their cups and raised them toward Adyr, as if following an old tradition passed down through generations, and spoke one by one.

“We might not be strategists or the wisest, but our will to fight will never falter.”

“The words ‘No battle is fought without Lunari’ are not just an empty saying.”

Adyr looked at their determination, at the firmness in their eyes and the way their hands did not shake as they held their cups, and a clear, unrestrained laugh left his lips as he raised his cup as well. “Then, to a future of glorious battles.”

While the 4 men were having their heartfelt exchange on one side of the table, someone else on the other side was going through an entirely different experience.

What’s going on here? Henry, watching them raise their teacups and discuss fights and wars like they were planning a pleasant trip, felt his thoughts wobble.

A short while ago, his worries had been much more grounded.

Before this conversation, he had feared that if anything went wrong, Zephan and his Elders might become a threat to their city. That alone had been enough to keep him on edge.

Now, however, those fears had completely disappeared and been replaced by a much greater threat and a much deeper fear, one that had nothing to do with Lunari turning hostile and everything to do with the kind of enemy Adyr had just casually accepted.

In just a short time, Adyr had, in Henry’s eyes, casually declared war on a mysterious power they had never seen or even heard of, and as that realization sank in, Henry was starting to feel slightly sick from the tension building inside him, his stomach tightening more with each passing moment.

He was the Defence Minister. His duty had always been to prevent such possible threats and wars, to anticipate danger and keep it away from their people. Yet once again, Adyr had placed in front of him a threat he had no power to stop, something so far beyond the scope of his position that his title felt thin and useless.

Instinctively seeking support, Henry turned his head to look at Rhys, hoping to at least share a bit of his worry or, at the very least, see the same fear reflected in someone else’s eyes. But when he saw the man’s face, his hopes crumbled instantly.

Rhys, unlike him, did not look tense or fearful at all. On the contrary, his eyes burned with fire and excitement, like someone watching a long-awaited plan finally start to move.

You are not even a Practitioner, so why are you feeling excitement? Henry wanted to facepalm, to bury his face in his hands and groan, but he had to keep his image together in front of everyone, so the complaint stayed trapped inside his head.

His worries, however, were far from over, because Adyr, as if nothing was wrong and as if the earlier topic had been just another briefing point, soon turned to him and shifted the conversation forward.

“Henry, I wonder how our construction of VR rooms is going.”

The question snapped Henry’s attention away from his spiraling thoughts and back to something far more concrete.

Talents were the main foundation for any Practitioner. All future growth and limits depended on talents, while the VR rooms that Humans possessed served as their greatest trump card and advantage in this context.

By using the VR rooms, Players were able to learn new talents faster and rank up with absurd efficiency, transforming their training into an almost industrial process.

Because of that, Henry believed it was completely unacceptable for Adyr to reveal their greatest trump card in front of three strangers. It felt like watching someone casually open the main vault and invite guests to look around inside.

But even so, Henry answered because he had no other choice and no room to refuse. “We already finished the construction, and the rooms are ready to use.”