Reinhart gazed at the moon with a calm, satisfied expression. He had achieved something truly remarkable—attaining a status halfway to the "Trans-Omnipotent" level and drawing closer to the third tier of his "Wings"—all by doing something he considered trivial.
Yet, he couldn't help but wonder about the source of this gift—a treasure considered one of the rarest in his world. It was, frankly, hard to believe.
After all, no one simply hands out power for free; there are always hidden motives and underlying reasons.
Even so, he couldn't help but feel pleased with his newfound strength. It had already increased, and it was set to grow exponentially over the coming year. On the other hand, remaining at the second tier of his "Wings" was somewhat frustrating.
Furthermore, Yuta Caseral—who was only fifteen years old—had already reached the fourth tier, leaving Reinhart far behind.
This only deepened his suspicions regarding Yuta's true identity. Unlike the "Beyond-Boundless" rank—which descendants can inherit automatically—the "Wings" cannot be acquired through lineage.
Unlike the scions of the Great Duchies, whose power remained sealed for reasons unknown, one must train to ascend to higher tiers of the "Wings." Even Yuta—one of the twelve absolute beings to have reached the fifth tier—had to train just like anyone else to attain that level. However, Reinhardt's smile did not last long. He sensed gazes and murderous intent directed toward him, which left him unsettled—the power behind them far surpassed his own.
"What the hell is going on? There are four individuals 3.56 kilometers away from me!"
Reinhardt kept glancing around, bracing himself for a surprise attack aimed at a vital part of his body.
Yet, no such attack came over the next fifteen minutes; nevertheless, he remained under constant, intense scrutiny—a strange, indescribable sensation.
Fixing his gaze on the direction where these individuals were located, he spoke in a calm tone while carefully gauging their strength.
"They are currently at the 'Trans-Omnipotent' level, whereas I am technically still at the 'ORR-05' level. My body hasn't fully adapted to the power granted by the core of the 'World-Fantasy' demon."
A flicker of annoyance and anger crossed Reinhardt's features as he stared toward the location of his adversaries.
Elsewhere—in the very direction Reinhardt was looking—several figures watched him, their eyes filled with mockery and contempt.
"An ignorant, arrogant fool! Hahahaha! I never imagined we'd find prey so easily in the 'Fantasy Crypt' No. 12!"
Hadrian remarked with a sneer, his eyes fixed on Reinhardt's position.
His brother, Decimus, cast a sidelong glance at him, a haughty smirk playing on his lips as he stared at his system interface. [Chapter 105: An Encounter Between a Son with a Psychological Complex and a Hypocritical Father]
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Reinhart did not say a single word, which left Yorichi's mental state even more unsettled than it already was.
"What is this?" Reinhart remarked, puzzled, as he stared at a system interface floating within his field of vision.
[Ruler Quests]
Quest Giver: ????????
Objective: Improve your relationship with your son, Yorichi de Moliar, and help him overcome his psychological complex.
Deadline: Dawn on May 29th.
Reward: Essence of a Fantasy World Demon.
Penalty: Death.
Quest Conditions:
* Improve Yorichi's mental state.
* The use of any form of mental manipulation is prohibited.
* Actions must be spontaneous and genuine.
Reinhart gazed at the system interface in bewilderment. He didn't even possess a system to begin with, nor had he ever heard of anything called "Ruler Quests." *But why would it want me to improve my relationship with my son, Yorichi de Moliar, and help him break free from his complex?*
These thoughts swirled through his mind.
Upon seeing the reward—the "Essence of a Fantasy World Demon"—he recalled information he had come across in books belonging to Alessandra and Zhao Li, as well as details gleaned from encounters with rulers of other territories. He realized that he had to obtain it at any cost. Doing so would allow him to ascend beyond his current ORR-5 rank—potentially by one, or even three full ranks, depending entirely on his luck. .................... …....................…..... ...............…. ...................…
Yorichi left the scene immediately without another word, leaving behind Reinhardt, who watched him go with a cold, emotionless gaze.
At that moment, the system interface appeared before him once again.
[Ruler's Quests]
Quest Giver: ????????
Objective: Improve your relationship with your son, Yorichi de Moliar, and help him overcome his inner complex.
Deadline: Dawn on May 29th.
Reward: Essence of the Fantasy World Demon.
Penalty: Death.
Quest Conditions:
* Improve Yorichi's mental state.
* The use of any form of mental manipulation is prohibited.
* Actions must be genuine and spontaneous.
[The host, Reinhardt, has completed the quest assigned by the Ruler ????????]
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[Reward: Essence of the Fantasy World Demon.]
Reinhardt gazed at the black gem—roughly the size of an infant's palm—a look of satisfaction crossing his face.
Then, another system window appeared, piquing his curiosity.
[Would you like to view information regarding the Essence of the Fantasy World Demon?]
[Yes] or [No]
Reinhardt selected "Yes," a faint smile playing on his lips. Even the information he had gathered from the books of Zao Li and Alessandra regarding the Essence of the Fantasy World Demon had been extremely superficial. [Essence of the Fantasy World-Demon]
[Information: The Essence of the Fantasy World-Demon is formed from the ruin of a fantasy world. It serves as the fundamental substance that enables a mortal fantasy world to undergo a series of evolutions, eventually transforming into a "Fantasy World-Demon"—a realm capable of devouring other fantasy worlds.
However, if the Essence of the Fantasy World-Demon is refined before the world completes its transformation into a Fantasy World-Demon, the refiner gains the power of every entity that ever existed within that world—from the very first to the very last
Rank: Beyond-Existence.
Rarity: One of the rarest treasures in the story *I'm Inside My Novel*.
A look of surprise crossed Reinhardt's face as he stared at the rarity field.
"One of the rarest treasures in the story *I'm Inside My Novel*?"
He didn't fully grasp what that meant, but one thing was clear: this treasure was priceless, and whoever possessed it was a force to be reckoned with.
Furthermore, it made him suspect that some game was being played behind the scenes—a game he knew nothing about. For this reason, he decided to consume the core of the *Fantasy World Demon*. As an entity of the ORR-05 level and a second-tier Wing Master, he was capable of withstanding the power unleashed by the *Fantasy World Demon's* core.
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"Only useless fools fail to conceal their own narrative and perspective. A fool like Reinhardt de Moliar! What do you think, my siblings? Should we kill him, or let him live so we can uncover his goals and schemes? After all, he doesn't hide a thing—am I right?"
His younger sister, Iomi, looked at him with a mischievous grin, her eyes fixed on her own system interface.
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"I'm so excited! We're going to appear in a chapter of *I'm Inside My Novel*, and the readers will actually read our words! I'm so pumped—I'm going to be the star of this chapter!" Her older sister, Amita Valeria, delivered a sharp rap to her head, her expression etched with a hint of irritation.
"Iomi, there's no guarantee we'll make it out alive—or that we won't just end up as mere statistics in a death toll. Besides, the 'reader' isn't necessarily some wonderful person; they might just as easily dismiss our suffering, our pain, and our goals as worthless trash—nothing more than trivial scribbles."
"That's precisely why trying to cater to them only ruins great works! Still, it's not entirely bad to know that someone is spending their time reading about your aspirations—even if you are just a fictional character. In fact, the very existence of a reader gives meaning to your own existence."
A faint smile graced Iomi's lips as she listened to Amita Valeria. She then turned toward Reinhardt, puffing out her chest and cheeks—a clear gesture of her bewilderment toward him.
"Come on, let's take down Reinhardt! It'll be an epic showdown! A 'Compass' character versus a side character! Hahahaha! This is going to be fantastic!"
Iomi exclaimed with irrepressible excitement, drawing her sword from its scabbard.
Hadrian, Decimus, and Amita Valeria glanced at her briefly, then promptly returned their attention to their system screens, choosing to ignore her entirely. [Loading scenarios for Chapter 114, titled "Peace Does Not Last"... Please wait.]
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Their eyes widened. Since the chapter had not yet begun, they were taken aback—having assumed it would center on Reinhardt.
Amita Valeria, the eldest among them, closed her system window, drew her spear, and braced herself for the impending battle.
Without a word, both Decimus and Hadrian unsheathed their weapons, ready for the fight—fully aware that Reinhardt was weaker than any of them.
Yet, they knew that underestimating a "side character"—even one from the *Compass* series—could lead to the death of their companion. Even if the narrative laid bare his schemes and movements, they would stand by him.
In the eyes of the narrative, the life of a single side character holds more weight than those of hundreds of *Compass* characters; for one of the latter to kill the former would be nearly impossible. After all, they do not exist within their own fictional world—they do not share the same narrative standing.
*CLANG!*
Hadrian parried an attack from Reinhardt—an assault aimed at Iomi, who stood lost in thought, staring fixedly at her own system interface.
Iomi's expression was one of shock and astonishment as she watched her brother, Hadrian, intercept Reinhardt's strike—a blow that shattered the very reality around them. However, the rift did not last long; after a few seconds, reality returned to its former state.
Hadrian and Iomi moved toward their siblings, while Reinhardt stepped back, trying to ease the tension in his arm—a result of his sword colliding with Hadrian's spear.
Reinhardt studied them for a few moments, scrutinizing each one, before speaking.
"Who are you, and what on earth do you want from me?"
They all looked at Reinhardt, wearing faint, mocking smiles.
*What do we want from him? Is that even a question worth asking?*
This thought crossed each of their minds.
Decimus stepped forward to answer Reinhardt's question.
"Isn't it obvious? Do you think you're the only one who receives missions from the Ruler? Just as you were tasked with improving your relationship with your son, Yorichi de Moliar, and helping him overcome his complex—well, we've been given a mission that requires... actually, I'm not going to tell you!"
Reinhardt's gaze remained sharp. He unleashed his golden aura and pointed his sword toward them.
"It makes no difference whether you tell me or not; your fate remains the same—death!"
Reinhardt lunged toward them at the speed of light, but Decimus intercepted his attack, while Iomi delivered a kick to his midsection, knocking him out of the universe they occupied. In the space between universes, Reinhardt vomited blood profusely as he gazed at Amita, Valeria, Iomi, Decimus, and Hadrian—figures who had appeared before him mere seconds earlier, only to surge toward him with overwhelming force.
Reinhardt struggled immensely to fend off their coordinated assaults; they were a full rank above him, and their combat experience far surpassed his own.
This was because they had spent their time battling entities equal to or even stronger than themselves—unlike Reinhardt, who had passed the preceding years fighting opponents weaker than him.
This had left him woefully vulnerable and helpless when faced with those more powerful; after all, one must eventually pay the price for choosing comfort and shunning true, high-stakes combat.
Yet, Reinhardt did not surrender; he continued to engage each of them, showing no intention of stopping.
They, however, had no desire to risk their own lives to fight him. After all,To them, their lives were more precious than anything else in the world.
"You are remarkable, Mr. Reinhardt de Molière, but your defeat is inevitable."
Amita Valeria's tone carried a hint of mockery as she sent Reinhardt flying several meters away.
She then unleashed a series of razor-sharp blades that effortlessly obliterated millions of universes—all without the slightest exertion. Yet, even these blades were not enough to kill Reinhardt.
Reinhardt had sustained several severe fractures, but his regenerative ability began to mend them.
The situation persisted for only a few seconds before Reinhardt's condition returned to normal.
His chest heaved rapidly, and crimson blood coated his head and entire body.
He muttered something under his breath, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked toward them.
A powerful golden aura erupted, thrusting Amita Valeria, Iomi, Decimus, and Hadrian backward with such force that they were left nearly unconscious.
Meanwhile, a translucent shield formed around Reinhardt's body, and a pair of wings—each exceeding twenty meters in length—emerged from his back.
Both the shield and the wings took on the same hue as his aura. Between the wings appeared a circular emblem depicting a winged lion wearing a light-gold crown—a design reminiscent of the crest of the de Molière family. Reinhart opened his golden eyes and leveled his sword once more at Amita, Valeria, Iomi, Decimus, and Hadrian—all of whom had manifested their own "wings" (incarnations) after failing to prevent him from summoning his own.
A mocking smile curled Reinhart's lips as he glanced at their wings; they were identical in form, signaling that they had not yet truly attained their own unique wings.
They stared at Reinhart in bewilderment, before grasping the meaning behind his smirk.
"So, you possess a primary wing of your own—the 'Wing of Royal Sovereignty.' Yet, wings do not dictate one's level of power; they are merely catalysts. One could reach the second rank while still technically at the lowest level—or, to put it more accurately, a wing simply reveals an individual's narrative capabilities. This means we don't need wings of our own to defeat you."
Reinhart's smile vanished as he activated the "Wing of Benediction," causing his power to surge even further.
They were struck with shock—not just because he possessed a secondary wing, but because of the specific type: the Wing of Benediction, associated with the "Venerable One"—the blessing of the Normana Heavens.
"He possesses the wing of the Venerable One—the blessing of the Normana Heavens! How? This makes no sense!"
Hadrian muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the half-disk floating behind Reinhart's back.
Iomi spoke up, her voice filled with shock and confusion:
"How do you have... what the hell are we supposed to say to this? Argh!" "Forget it! Didn't we see several characters use it back when we were reading the story chapters?"
Iyumi glanced at her siblings, who looked visibly embarrassed. They had been caught off guard by a simple, logical point—even though this "wing" was frequently described as belonging to a mysterious entity, they had completely overlooked the times the text explicitly mentioned a real wing known as the "Wing of Blessing."
As they cast wary, cautious looks toward Reinhardt—bracing themselves to intercept any sudden attack—the system interface reappeared, and a look of relief washed over their faces.
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The relief vanished the moment they saw the system interface, replaced by expressions of clear irritation and annoyance; there was no mention of Reinhardt anywhere.
[Chapter 114: Peace Does Not Last — Part I]
On May 29, 675, at 8:30 AM, the air was crisp and refreshing, rustling the leaves of the trees with a pleasant, soft sound.
It put the residents of the city of Yusbikers at ease as they went about their daily business; Yuspekers was one of the largest and most eco-friendly cities—so much so that it was considered one of the most beautiful and cleanest cities on the Central Continent.
Meanwhile, Beatrice and Lucy were strolling through the city of Yuspekers.
Beatrice's gaze remained calm, as usual, while she took in her surroundings, before heading toward a stall that sold cold drinks.
"I would like two cups of iced orange juice."
Beatrice's tone was perhaps a bit too calm, leaving the vendor momentarily flustered before he managed to compose himself.
As he reached for the cups, he spoke with a hint of hesitation:
"Alright, little one—your order will be ready in just a few minutes."
Beatrice nodded in agreement, and the vendor turned toward the juice-making machine, a faint smile appearing on his face.
He then remarked with great enthusiasm:
"I've heard about the major companies that manufacture things like this—what do they call them? 'Technological devices!' They're truly remarkable. Plus, since they run on solar power, keeping them powered is incredibly easy and inexpensive."
Lucy and Beatrice exchanged a puzzled look for a few seconds; after all, they knew the person behind those major companies—their friend, Yuta Caseral.
Nevertheless, they chose to remain silent and said nothing. A look of confusion appeared on Reinhardt's face as he watched them striking at the empty air. This made him realize that they possessed something—something that allowed them to perceive events in his world, even though he himself could not see them.
Yet, he could not determine the nature of this thing or how it functioned.