The black furball jumped forward excitedly. "Master shed blood on it when you found it in his tomb! That made you its new owner. But the ring hasn't recognized anyone after Demigod Amethys' death, and it was like several millennia. When your blood touched it, it reacted with the master's hourglass, and the sands of time sent your soul over the timeline as a side effect. That's why Master crossed! Since the Grim Reaper was a deity himself, he didn't cross with you."
As the two furballs explained and argued over each other, a picture slowly formed in her mind.
I see…
Normally, if she didn't have the hourglass, she wouldn't have crossed, but because of the Grim Reaper, the side effect arose.
Zora didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this. Being with the Grim Reaper's soul spirit for two decades, she climbed to the throne of the clan and became a powerhouse, feared by others. If she hadn't explored the dungeon, she might have one day become a demigod, too. Or atleast, a Nine-star Powerhouse.
But at the same time, that life she had was filled with nothing but loneliness. There is no freedom. There is no happiness. She often felt like a puppet in the hands of her ancestor, listened to their commands like a good girl, while her emotions were being cut off.
While now, she might have lost that power, but she gained freedom and the power to make her own choices at the very least, and at the same time, this Chaos Ring and the two spirit beasts. While soul spirit is no longer a concept due to the lost inscription technique needed for that awakening, at the very least, mankind managed to find a new way of taming the wild beasts and making them bound to one's soul.
But at the same time, as fate played a joke, she had landed inside the body of the General's unfavored daughter.
"Sigh... My luck was either heaven-defying or absolute madness." Zora didn't know what to do.
Led by the black and white furballs, she followed them deeper into the palace. They guided her to a stone chamber behind the main hall.
"Master, this is where the training method is stored!" White announced proudly.
The room was empty except for a raised platform in the center. On that platform, black and white light twined together like living energy, attracting her attention.
She approached slowly.
On the platform lay a single book, old, heavy, with its cover dark and worn, like it had survived ten thousand years. It radiated a subtle power that made the air hum.
The three characters written on its cover glowed faintly:
"Summon Magic."
Just looking at the title made her heart tighten. The strokes seemed to hold weight, like it was ancient, commanding, and even overwhelming.
Her instincts whispered that this book was anything but an ordinary summoning magic book.
She reached out and lifted it. As soon as she removed the book, the light around the platform faded and went still.
The moment she opened the first page...
A sharp pain exploded in her mind.
*Gaah!"
She screamed in pain as a massive flood of information rushed into her consciousness. Her vision blurred. Her head felt like it was splitting open. Her body trembled from head to toe... She clenched her teeth against the agony, digging her nails into her palms.
Only after a long, suffocating moment did the pain finally fade.
She inhaled shakily in relief. "Haaa..."
When she looked down again, the book was blank; every word had been erased.
Everything had been transferred into her mind.
Leaving the palace, she let the ring's power pull her back into her room. The two furballs tumbled out after her, chattering happily. She barely paid attention and simply pointed at the door.
"Both of you. Stay inside the house. Don't run out."
The two creatures nodded obediently.
Then she sat down, closed her eyes, and began to digest the contents of Summon Magic.
The deeper she read, the colder her expression became. Her breath grew heavy.
This wasn't an ordinary training method.
This was a forbidden art.
The speed of improvement was far slower than any normal method. And only the master of the Ring of Chaos could cultivate it. Anyone else who tried would ruin their foundation completely.
It was both a blessing and a curse.
Normal training arts were divided into four levels:
No-grade > Star-Rank > Moon-Rank > Sun-Rank, the highest being Sun-Rank.
Summon Magic did not belong to this ranking at all. It stood above them. It was strange, dangerous, and incomprehensible.
And now it belonged to her.
Time slipped by quietly inside her sealed room. Days blended into nights, and nights turned into mornings.
Before she realized it, an entire month had passed.
When Zora finally pushed open her door, sunlight spilled over her like warm gold. She closed her eyes, letting the light rest on her skin. After thirty days of isolation, that simple warmth felt strangely comforting.
A soft smile blossomed on her face, and she stretched lazily. "A whole month, but it was worth it."
In the world of training, only those who stepped beyond the mundane could enter the Acquired Realm, which was divided into three stages: Earth, Sky, and Heaven, each split into early, middle, and late phases.
With the power of Summon Magic and her previous life's knowledge, she had broken through to the middle stage of the Earth stage in only one month.
If anyone heard she surpassed Luna's ten years of training, the entire imperial city would lose its mind.
"It's been too long since I left this courtyard," she murmured. "Time to see the outside world again."
A hint of bittersweet emotion flickered through her dark eyes. Since the original Zora was five, she had barely stepped out of the General's Manor. She had forgotten what the capital even looked like.
And she needed supplies now. Proper training requires proper tools.
The moment she mentioned going out...
"Master, take us too!"
Two fluffy shadows launched themselves at her like cannonballs.
Her calm expression vanished instantly. The black and white furballs were suddenly much larger in her field of vision because they had leaped straight at her and...
Boom! Boom!
Both crashed into her legs, rolling backward dramatically before staring up at her with huge, watery eyes.
She sighed helplessly. These two had only two moves: cling to her and weaponized cuteness.
After a month together, she knew their tactics well. Rolling, whining, pretending to be pitiful... ugh... she was too vulnerable to their antics.
"You two really want to go?" she asked.
Both furballs nodded so hard they nearly vibrated. The white one nodded too hard and rolled away, then scrambled back to pretend nothing happened.
"Master, pleaaase!"
"Let us go! We'll be good!"
"But taking two weird little furballs outside won't everyone stare at us?" she muttered. "Someone might even try to steal you. And honestly, I'm not sure I can protect you yet."
"We have a solution!" the black furball declared proudly.
Before she could ask, both creatures suddenly shrank rapidly, turning into two shiny bead-like pearls. With a tiny plop, they jumped up and attached themselves near her hair like decorations.
Zora's jaw dropped in shock.
She genuinely did not know they could do that.
Well, that made things easier.
"Fine," she said, rubbing her temple. "But listen carefully. You can't cause chaos. No running around. And you two can only talk through my mind. No speaking out loud."
If someone heard voices coming from her hair ornaments, they'd probably burn her at the stake.
"Understood!"
Two obedient voices rang in her head immediately.
Seeing them behave, she allowed herself a small smile. With these two around, her days would never be lonely.