Unholy Player-Chapter 158: New Guest

Once the environment was fully rendered, Adyr looked around.

He found himself in a vibrant setting filled with grass, trees, flowers, and the sound of birds chirping. The immersion level was impressive; the simulation’s technology was clearly refined.

In front of him lay an open area with various building materials scattered across it.

Not long after, a system message appeared before his eyes. Unlike the all-powerful system prompts from the other world, this one came from the simulation itself.

He quickly read through everything—rules, controls, and useful instructions—and grasped the general mechanics with ease.

On the edge of his vision, a shop interface hovered. It mostly offered construction tools and materials, all available for free. Beyond that, the system was clean and straightforward, with no unnecessary complexity.

It was clearly designed for one thing: pure, practical talent development based on real-world logic.

Understanding what was expected of him, Adyr got to work.

Judging by the materials already laid out, the simulation was likely intended for him to build a small hut. But Adyr knew something so basic wouldn’t be enough to elevate his Architect talent to Level 2. So, he opened the shop and selected additional supplies.

Each item he clicked appeared instantly in a stack beside the existing materials.

Within moments, a sizable pile had formed in front of him—everything he thought he might need.

The simulation imposed no physical restrictions. Even heavy wooden beams felt as light as sticks. Gravity could be adjusted freely, and if he wanted, he could even float mid-air.

Everything was built to help him construct faster and more efficiently.

Now that the groundwork was ready and the design was clear in his mind, Adyr began.

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Meanwhile, as his main body continued working to improve his talents, Adyr’s second body had already finished his meal and left the room.

"Lord Adyr, how do you feel?" Vesha greeted him at the door with a wide, glowing smile.

She wore a soft, sky-blue one-piece dress that mirrored the color of her eyes. The fabric draped lightly over her form, subtly gathered at the waist to accentuate her figure with effortless grace. A fashionable white hat rested atop her head, tilted slightly to cast a gentle shadow over her brow, complementing her long blonde hair. Every detail of her outfit felt intentionally matched, as if chosen precisely for this moment.

Her legs were wrapped in sheer fishnet stockings, the delicate pattern drawing attention to the soft contrast of her pale skin beneath. A subtle shimmer ran through the material as she moved, giving her a faint, ethereal glow under the hallway lights.

Today, she looked happier than usual. Her smile was broader, her posture more relaxed—and Adyr already knew why.

The tremors in the environment had been steadily fading. Colossith’s feeding cycle was nearing its end. freёwebnoѵel.com

And the best part was, they no longer needed the help of the Rank 4 Nether Path practitioner—so Vesha didn’t have to become a slave just to save her people.

That alone was enough to make her present feel fulfilling, and her future finally seem bright.

"I’m fine. What about you?" Adyr asked with a smile of his own, meeting her gaze.

"I’m great, thank you," Vesha said, without looking away. Her thanks weren’t just for his thoughtful question—it carried something deeper.

As the two stepped into the corridor, the slowly fading sunlight painted the hall through the wide windows with an ethereal mix of black and white light.

The garden outside remained the same.

Knights wearing silver and gold armor marked with various household crests stood alert and ready, stationed with discipline around the area.

Nearby, workers—still not sent home in case of unexpected needs—lingered in their designated section of the garden. Some played cards, others napped or chatted while sipping drinks. Off to one side, beneath the quiet shade of a gazebo, King and Lords conversed with calm expressions, discussing the kingdom’s overall condition.

Despite the extraordinary situation they were in, everything appeared strangely normal. There was a stillness in the air—one born not of fear, but of quiet anticipation.

When Adyr stepped into the garden with Vesha trailing just behind him, all eyes turned to him.

Every knight straightened their backs, lifting their chins in silent salute. The workers stopped their games and rose to their feet—not just out of obligation to his status, but from genuine respect. Gratitude filled their eyes.

The King and lords didn’t hesitate to approach either, greeting him as loyal vassals would welcome their monarch.

When Adyr had first arrived in the Velari Kingdom, many saw him as a glimmer of hope. But now, with the way things had unfolded, that hope had taken form. They no longer saw him as a mere possibility, but as their savior.

For three years, the terror of Colossith had loomed over them. Countless practitioners had fallen in the fight. Even their most trusted Rank 4, Liora Virell, had managed only to stall the Spark, buying time but unable to end the nightmare.

Yet Adyr had appeared from nothing and, within mere days, brought decisive closure to that nightmare. It was no surprise they now saw him as someone who stood perhaps even at the same level as Liora herself.

"Lord Adyr, we were just talking about you," the king said with a wide smile.

"Then it seems I arrived just in time," Adyr replied, matching the energy with a light smile of his own, though his eyes flicked briefly toward the distant silhouette of the Rank 4 Spark.

Colossith had no visible eyes or discernible facial features, yet anyone who looked at it closely would get the eerie impression of a child drowsy after a heavy lunch—sluggish, quiet, teetering on the edge of sleep.

The king chuckled, clearly in good spirits, and continued, "We were discussing the estate and manor we’re planning to build in your honor, Lord Adyr."

The other lords, already focused on Adyr, now leaned in slightly, their eyes reflecting a quiet anticipation and a shared purpose.

It was improper for someone of his status to remain as a guest within the Draven household. A figure like him deserved personal land, a residence of his own, and a retinue to serve him. More than just etiquette, it was strategy.

Having someone like Adyr permanently tied to the Velari Kingdom—through land, legacy, and investment—could shift power balances. And all of them were ready to make whatever sacrifice necessary to secure that bond.

"That sounds wonderful," Adyr replied without hesitation.

He didn’t plan to stay in the Velari Kingdom forever. Once he extracted all he needed from this place, his goal was to leave and explore the vast world beyond. But even then, it wouldn’t hurt to have a home here—a place he could always return to if needed.

As the royalty continued their cordial exchange with Adyr, something suddenly shifted.

"What is that?" Adyr’s voice cut through the conversation, low and alert.

He was the first to notice the change. His brows drew together as his gaze turned toward the horizon. A surge of cold instinct, sharpened by years as a serial killer, rushed up his spine.

On the horizon, the clouds were slowly darkening, as if the wind were swiftly bringing storm clouds—but it was clear that what was coming wasn’t storm clouds, at least not a natural disaster.

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