In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities

Marcus muttered with a sulky look, seemingly remembering something horrific from his past.

Miaomiao gently patted his wing, comforting him.

[You're still just a young dragon. In time, you'll understand all of it. Chin up, Miao.]

She even gave Marcus the golden claw cover she had been using as decoration—it was clear she truly cared.

Cheered up, Marcus flapped his wings.

[Wow! Thanks, sis. I'll do my best to become a proud divine beast like you!]

Puffing herself up proudly, Miaomiao grabbed Julius by the scruff and soared toward the magic vessel.

Drake ordered the first mate to follow her.

"Lock him in the lowest part of the cabin, where he won't cross paths with the victims. Feed him once a day. Make sure to treat Lady Nefertari with care."

The first mate gave a curt nod and swam toward the magic vessel with a few subordinates.

Ever since the island's protective barrier had been broken, the surrounding sea had grown eerily calm.

The fog had vanished entirely, revealing a clear blue sky.

Alfred placed a hand on Michael's shoulder and praised him.

"Well done. The fact that a descendant of the Radiant One was here proves they were plotting something."

As he watched Julius being dragged away, Alfred muttered lowly.

"Forgotten powers are beginning to awaken. The Radiant One's powers will likely be no exception. You must remain cautious, Michael."

Michael flashed a bright smile.

After absorbing all the energy from the shattered barrier, he had a renewed sense of just how powerful his grandfather was—how radiant his very presence had become.

Perhaps his grandfather…

He forced himself to rein in the thought.

There was still much to be done.

And it would begin with eliminating the armored warrior monks descending along the sea cliffs.

Michael exhaled quietly and slowly raised one hand.

From the empty air, a sleek bow materialized.

"As my power grows, the number of things I can do increases."

With a faint smile, Michael gripped the bow tightly. He had fired it so many times, it felt like an extension of his own body.

He focused on the sight before him—at least five hundred warrior monks advancing in tight formation.

Between their loosely fitted robes, the gleam of polished armor was visible.

The Radiant One's crest etched into the armor added a sense of intimidation, but to Michael's eyes, it was laughable.

He bent his knees slightly for balance, lifted the bow, and fired the first arrow.

The arrow tore through the air with a shrill whistle, piercing the throat of the leading warrior monk.

The man staggered and plummeted off the cliff, his body swallowed by white surf.

With the front line collapsing, the monks behind hesitated and looked around nervously.

Before their eyes could even find the attacker, Michael already had the second arrow in hand.

His movements were mechanical—precise and rapid.

The second arrow hit square between the brows of a monk who had crouched behind a shield.

His head snapped back, and his body followed, tumbling off the cliff.

Cries of alarm rose from within the ranks.

"Raise your shields! Someone's firing at us!"

But Michael already had his third arrow nocked.

The monks began forming defensive stances, raising their shields in unison—but it was meaningless.

Ignoring the shields, Michael aimed directly at a monk's arm.

The arrow struck, and the man screamed, dropping his shield.

It wasn't just that an arrow had lodged in his arm—no, the power embedded in the shot had completely burst his limb apart.

As the armless monk howled, another volley of arrows followed.

Michael didn't pause for even a breath.

His movements were fluid and meticulous, and the arrows rained down without end.

Each one struck true—taking out one, sometimes as many as six enemies in a single shot.

The sheer force behind the arrows pushed those precariously perched on the cliff's edge into the abyss.

Tension began to cloud the monks' faces.

No matter how indoctrinated they were, fear—pure, instinctual fear—was unavoidable.

Yet there was nothing they could do but curl up and try to evade the relentless downpour of arrows.

And still, the arrows flew.

Eventually, there were no enemies left standing in sight.

Lowering his bow, Michael smiled.

Now, he didn't even need to touch anyone to absorb their power.

The divine power extracted from the fallen monks of the Radiant One flowed through his entire body.

The sound of crashing waves echoed ceaselessly.

White foam sprayed upward as waves shattered against the rocks, and the restless sea licked at the coastal cliffs.

The salty air swept through the nostrils—

A scent that had been imperceptible when the barrier still stood.

Michael and Alfred slowly ascended the cliffside steps.

The staircase, narrow and steep, wound its way along the edge of the coastal bluff.

Judging by its construction, it was at least a few thousand years old—evidence of an ancient architectural style.

Patches of damp moss clung to the stone here and there.

Without realizing it, Michael reached out and grabbed Alfred's arm.

Alfred looked at his grandson with a gentle smile.

"I know you don't need my support, but still…."

Alfred accepted the gesture without complaint.

With each step, loose pebbles skittered beneath their feet, rolling down into the sea below.

Marcus, perched on Michael's shoulder, was nodding off, dozing with a slight sway.

Michael smiled softly and stroked his head.

He deserves the rest.

They had crossed continents, vented fury against the barrier, and unleashed an all-out attack afterward—it had been a long day.

Alfred looked at his grandson with warm, affectionate eyes.

Just walking together like this, feeling the sea breeze, brought him quiet joy.

Corpses of warrior monks littered the path, but Alfred chose to ignore them entirely—as though they didn't exist.

As they climbed higher, the sea breeze grew stronger, whipping through their hair.

Grandfather and grandson shared a smile, amused by the wind tugging at their hair.

The sun dipped toward the horizon, dyeing the sky crimson.

Orange-tinted rays sparkled across the ocean's surface.