Chapter 1075: The Old Orc
Unfortunately, his innate limitations showed themselves here. All previous barriers had been forcefully overcome thanks to his extraordinary comprehension, but breaking through to the Sky Rank was a completely different process from any before.
Advancing to Sky Rank meant shedding the status of a mere mortal entirely. Those who reached Sky Rank became truly transcendent beings.
A Sky Rank body is utterly distinct from those below it—it's a true leap in essence.
Sadly, Novitzky's physical talent was poor, his magical runes were subpar, and his core meditation laws consisted of only seven core formulas. Under such conditions, reaching the rank of Ninth-level Titled Archmage was a miracle, even in that era.
But miracles only went so far. Novitzky slowly aged; his knowledge grew ever deeper, his insight surpassed that of many true Sky Rank mages, and his understanding of magic far outstripped the Titled Archmage stage.
Unable to break through to Sky Rank, he turned to alchemy. As his life neared its end, he was only a step away from becoming a Saint. In alchemical potions, arrays, magical artifact crafting, rune carving, and golem-making, he achieved remarkable mastery.
Yet none of this could compensate for his innate flaws or the gaps in his path as a mage. When all hope of reaching Sky Rank had faded, Novitzky spent his final days traveling the world.
It was then, in a remote village, that he discovered a Fate Stone Tablet—something that seemed to have nothing to do with magic at all.
At first, it was the simple rune on the Fate Stone Tablet that caught Novitzky's attention. Even someone just a step away from Sainthood, like Novitzky, couldn't recognize it.
For someone at Novitzky's level, encountering a rune he couldn't recognize or comprehend was like finding the final key to unlock a door. Suddenly, the man who had resigned himself to death was reignited with passion, and he began to study the Fate Stone Tablet.
Drawing on his vast knowledge, decades of experience, and expertise in alchemy, Novitzky spent the last three years of his life researching the tablet without rest.
At last, he discovered that the seemingly simple rune was actually constructed from countless runes and mysterious rules—its complexity was far beyond his limits.
He gave it everything he had, and finally understood at least how to use the Fate Stone Tablet, or rather, how it could be used.
The method was fusion—merging the Fate Stone Tablet with anything. But what you would gain was entirely up to fate; no one could predict the outcome.
The regret of Novitzky's life was his innate flaws, the defects left at the very start of his magical journey—irreparable.
So he made a bold decision: he fused the Fate Stone Tablet into his own body!
And he won his gamble. The moment the fusion succeeded, Novitzky broke through to Sky Rank, and within a single day, advanced all the way to Sky Rank Level Three.
Then, the terrifying accumulation of his entire life finally erupted. In less than a hundred years, he reached Sky Rank Level Nine, and it’s said he ultimately surpassed Sky Rank and vanished into the Endless Void.
The name 'Fate Stone Tablet' was given by Novitzky himself—first, to reflect its unpredictability, and second, because it changed his fate.
The legend of the Fate Stone Tablet was left behind by Novitzky. Every few years since, another Fate Stone Tablet would be discovered by someone.
Some fused the Fate Stone Tablet into magical artifacts, granting them unique and powerful abilities. Others merged it with their own bodies—some with their brains, some with their bones.
Merging it with the brain would instantly grant unfathomable magical talent, even direct access to the power of rules.
And when swordsmen fused the Fate Stone Tablet into their bones, those bones became harder than Eternium itself—shattering magical artifacts with bare hands became commonplace...
At the peak of the Northend World, a destitute mage stumbled upon a Fate Stone Tablet and fused it into a battered magitek warship.
From then on, a terrifying warship began to roam the endless sleepless void. Each time it appeared, it looked completely different—each time more terrifying than the last.
Eventually, it was discovered that this warship could devour materials and upgrade itself. By then, it had reached power rivaling a Sky Rank Level Nine expert.
Sadly, it was destroyed by a demon overlord during the Abyssal Wars. Otherwise, no one knows how powerful it might have become. In the Desolate Archive of the End Times, a note speculates that if the warship had reached its final form, it might have surpassed even the Sanctuary Tower!
But the most surprising case was a mage who fused a Fate Stone Tablet into one of his spells...
From then on, he became the only person below Sky Rank to master a spatial spell—and not just any spatial spell, but the most practical of all: Teleportation!
And whenever he cast Teleportation, it was always at the spell's absolute limit!
Even as a Ninth-level Titled Archmage, he could unleash Teleportation with the power of a Tenth-level spell—instantly appearing hundreds of kilometers away.
But this spell was not the Teleportation Gate opened by Sky Rank mages—those gates came with many restrictions.
You couldn't open a Teleportation Gate during combat, nor in places with intense magical interference. You also needed precise coordinates for your destination, and any major disturbance could prevent the gate from opening.
But Teleportation was different. This cheat-like skill could only be mastered by mages who laid their foundation in spatial rules. The distance per teleport wasn’t huge, but in battle, it was a game-changing move.
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That mage was born with terrifying spatial talent. Before reaching Sky Rank, he could teleport—but only two or three meters at a time, which was hardly useful.
A mage’s spell might cover dozens of meters, so two or three meters was almost pointless. But after fusing with the Fate Stone Tablet, the spell underwent a complete transformation.
Once that mage reached Sky Rank, he could teleport anywhere in Northend World to any known coordinate—no need to forge a path between planes, no need to face all those dangers...
Whenever a Fate Stone Tablet appeared in the future, it would inevitably give birth to a new legend. There was even a guy who fused one into an alchemical material—and ended up with something called God-Demon Bloodbone. The artifact he forged slowly advanced into a transcendent magical item, becoming a legend in its own right.
Memories of the Fate Stone Tablet flashed through Leon’s mind, and his heart pounded wildly.
There are records of only nine Fate Stone Tablets in the future, though there may have been a few unrecorded ones—at most, a dozen or so.
Those dozen or so tablets are all that ever existed, from now until the end of Northend World, when everything is destroyed.
And now, thirteen have appeared all at once before his eyes. Leon couldn’t help but feel it was unreal.
Thirteen Fate Stone Tablets...
After calming himself, Leon gathered up all thirteen Fate Stone Tablets, not yet deciding how to use them.
Leon stepped back from the wall, his expression composed.
Suddenly, the far wall of the temple lit up again. The translucent pillar slowly vanished into the wall, and the carvings began to shift and rearrange.
After more than ten seconds, the whole temple seemed to tremble. The massive wall split open, parting like two giant stone doors.
A thunderous rumble lasted for several seconds, and then the massive wall seemed to vanish, revealing a space hundreds of meters wide behind it.
The ground was covered in layers of magical runes, like glass poured over the floor, with countless runes flowing within.
In the center of the space floated a huge crystal sphere, more than two meters tall, hovering half a meter above the ground.
At the deepest part of the space stood a hundred-meter-tall statue of the Beast God. It resembled an orc, but was more majestic and far more handsome than any orc.
But the statue’s face was shrouded in mist, impossible to see clearly. Ever since entering, everyone had felt a heavy pressure gathering here, all emanating from the immense Beast God statue.
The statue’s hands rested on a massive greatsword embedded in the ground—a design famous throughout the Blazeforge Realm. Most orcs here favor two-handed greatswords because their Beast God wields one.
That sword, known as Endless Frenzy, was the Beast God’s weapon, so everyone instantly recognized the statue as the most revered Beast God of the Blazeforge Realm.
Cautiously, the group summoned two rock golems to enter first and confirm there was no danger before stepping inside themselves.
Once everyone had entered, the huge crystal sphere in the center suddenly glowed, and an old orc appeared within it.
The old orc’s hair was wild, his battered metal armor stained with blood and rot. The chest plate had been slashed open by some massive weapon—armor ten centimeters thick, torn as if by brute force.