NOVEL WEB Chapter268-This Is What You Call Dire Peril!?
After helping Nikola back to his feet, the Darknight Sovereign furrowed his brows and asked in genuine confusion:
"What… exactly happened?"
Nikola's expression turned visibly awkward. He coughed twice and stammered, "Grand mentor… just now, Brother Velen asked me if I'd like to have my grand mentor personally guide my cultivation. I said yes, and… then you were brought down."
Darknight Sovereign: ???
What the hell did you just say?
You told him you wanted my personal guidance, and your Brother Velen just went and dragged me out of the upper plane universe!?
The moment he understood the situation, the Darknight Sovereign's mentality utterly collapsed.
He wanted to scream at the oblivious young man before him:
You have no idea what I just went through so you could receive a little personal coaching!
I almost thought I was going to be refined into potion ingredients!
Not far away, Steven watched with some confusion as Jerry began constructing a makeshift shelter.
"Jerry, what are you doing?"
Jerry shot him a look, clearly annoyed. "Why are you putting up a new tent?"
"You're as dumb as your mentor," Jerry muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Huh?"
"Obviously, I'm setting up a place for Brother Nikola," Jerry said with a sigh. "His grand mentor just became a fortress servant. That means he's staying here now."
"Looks like we've got a new roommate."
BOOM!
A terrifying pressure suddenly descended upon the area like a tidal wave.
A familiar figure began condensing in midair—blazing with divine light.
Nikola's eyes lit up. "Mentor!"
"Sivan!"
As the radiant figure took shape, both Nikola and Darknight Sovereign exclaimed in unison.
"Nikola, something terrible has happened!" Sivan shouted as he landed. "Your grand mentor's been captured!"
"And I might be next!"
His face was grave, his voice urgent.
"From now on, you must keep a low profile in this low plane universe. Do not reveal your Fenrir bloodline, no matter what."
"If I'm taken too… then you'll be the last of the Fenrir lineage—"
Before he could finish, he noticed a crowd standing behind Nikola. And then—he froze.
His gaze locked onto the familiar figure standing beside Nikola.
He blinked.
No way.
That was his mentor.
His mentor, who he'd just assumed was in grave peril… was standing calmly in a low plane universe beside his grand-disciple?
"Mentor!?"
Sivan practically screamed, panic and confusion flooding his voice.
"What is going on!? I've been worried sick, and you're just hanging out here with your disciple!?"
Darknight Sovereign: ???
You think I came here voluntarily!?
Darknight Sovereign's expression darkened with pure rage.
I was dragged here against my will!
Do you think I wanted to be stuck here in this cursed low plane? I've been enslaved! Made a fortress servant!
You were scared?
Do you even realize what I've been through!?
Just as he was about to snap, Nikola piped up again, looking sheepish.
"Mentor… I, uh… I asked Brother Velen if my grand mentor could come down and personally instruct me… and then he sent someone to bring grand mentor here."
Sivan blinked. "Brother Velen?"
"You mean the guy who gave you the Fenrir bloodline?"
Nikola nodded.
"But… isn't he just a low plane universe wastrel?"
Sivan stared, dumbfounded.
A wastrel?
Since when could someone like that just snatch a Sovereign out of the upper plane like it was nothing?
Was this guy really that terrifying?
The three of them stood together, whispering urgently among themselves.
Meanwhile, at a distance, Apollo and Blackgold Sovereign were also observing the scene.
"That battle freak is pretty pitiful," Apollo muttered. "If his strength had been just a bit higher, that incredible opportunity would've been his."
"Yeah," Blackgold Sovereign sighed. "Not just anyone qualifies to serve at Lord Velen's side. What a shame to miss such a life-altering chance."
Back in the group, the Darknight Sovereign turned to Sivan.
"Sivan… that's the situation."
"That Velen fellow… we cannot afford to provoke him."
"I'll likely be stuck here in this low plane universe for a long time."
"With me gone, you need to keep your head down in the upper realms. If you make trouble… you'll be in serious danger."
Sivan quickly nodded. "Yes, mentor. I understand."
Nikola then blinked and asked sincerely, "Grand mentor… why didn't that strong guy bring mentor down here too?"
BOOM!
That sentence struck like thunder.
Both Sivan and the Darknight Sovereign exploded inwardly.
This kid!
Is dragging your grand mentor into slavery not enough!? Now you want to trap your own mentor too!?
Sivan's face twitched violently. "Why didn't they bring me down as well…"
He rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
"Well, I do have a guess," Nikola said honestly. "Brother Velen asked if my mentor was an Ascended Rank powerhouse. I said no, but told him I had a grand mentor far stronger than Ascended Rank."
"Then… he went and got you, grand mentor."
"So maybe… mentor, you weren't brought down because your rank isn't high enough?"
Sivan: ???
Me?
Not strong enough?
I'm the infamous battle freak of the upper planes!
And I've been… rejected!?
He couldn't believe it. The idea gnawed at his pride.
Nikola quickly stepped in to console him.
"Mentor, you should return for now. I'll investigate more and let you know once I've confirmed things."
Inside the Fortress Hall
"That kid finally left."
As soon as Sivan departed, the protective barrier lifted.
Little Tang, who had been watching everything unfold, smiled as she observed Anastasia deep in meditation nearby.
"A new elite servant joins the fortress," she whispered with satisfaction. "When the mistress returns and hears about this, she's going to be thrilled."
Aurora Trade Guild
Today's Special Item: Astral Phantasm Fruit × 10,000
Astral Phantasm Fruit – One of the top ten rarest alchemical ingredients in the Singularity Battlefield of the upper plane universe. Exceptionally delicious.
"Hm?"
When Velen saw the item listed on the trade system, his brows lifted in mild surprise.
"System," he asked, "Are the special items now being pulled from the upper plane universe?"