Such text was the first time Ciel had seen on the system panel in over a decade. His eyes showed understanding.

"Indeed, the difference between Legendary and Mythical is like heaven and earth, truly a sublimation of life's essence. In the system's ratings, this stage is divided into many different levels. Judged by the number of ascensions? So today, I've achieved the first ascension of Legendary Life, taking another step closer to Mythical-tier life."

He briefly sensed his body and felt unprecedented vitality brewing within. Compared to before, his life force was more than doubled! This alone allowed him to quickly recover from more severe injuries. His survival ability was vastly superior to before.

His gaze then fell on the additional ascension trait [Unburnt]. His mind pondered. "Since it's an ascension trait, each Legendary ability should gain one after each ascension. As for the trait's source, it probably relates to what 'pieces' were obtained during the ability's ascension process. For instance, this time my Legendary Life ascension absorbed two abilities... Legendary Drought Resistance and Legendary Heat Resistance. This [Unburnt] trait, whether from its source or name, should relate to resisting flames."

At this moment, as he focused his gaze, a brief line of text appeared after [Unburnt]. "Immune to fire damage not exceeding your Legendary Life tier; fire damage that cannot be immunised will also be greatly reduced."

Seeing this text, he froze in place. Tremendous waves surged through his heart.

"My Legendary Life ability has ascended once. In the entire magical world, how many people's fire magic can reach this tier? Grindelwald's Fiendfyre might be possible; Dumbledore's Fire Path should count. Beyond that, even Voldemort's Fiendfyre might not reach this tier. Meaning except for them, I can be immune to all wizards' fire magic? Even Dumbledore's Fire Path and Grindelwald's Fiendfyre would have their damage greatly reduced against me."

This was the benefit gained from taking one step in the process from Legendary to Mythical? Simply outrageous! What if he continued ascending? He estimated the progress. Legendary Life still needed at least three more ascensions to reach the Mythical tier.

If all could obtain ascension traits like Unburnt, then he would probably be able to ignore most magic in the magical world. As for Mythical-tier life... It would probably be truly "Magic Immune".

"No wonder mortals in mythology couldn't resist deities. This gap is indeed too vast."

Taking a deep breath, his surging emotions gradually calmed. A thought formed in his mind. "It seems I need to collect more rewards and stack them to the Legendary tier. This way, using them as 'pieces', I might be able to directionally cause certain ascensions and obtain the ascension traits I need."

Then his gaze fell on the still-unextinguished flames before him. His eyes showed some regret. The troll priest's fire magic apparently hadn't reached the system's Legendary ascension rating. Therefore, it posed absolutely no threat to him anymore. Nor did it have the effect of promoting Legendary abilities toward the Mythical tier.

He felt quite regretful about this. The first ascension of Legendary Life had taken tremendous effort throughout. The second ascension would probably be even more difficult. If only he could use this method to advance progress a bit more. Such a pity.

But since this fire magic no longer promoted him, he didn't linger within it. Instead, he walked straight forward. The flames that had burnt his entire body earlier now seemed like nothing before him. He couldn't even feel a trace of heat.

The next moment, he emerged from the fiery sea and appeared before the troll priest. Seeing this scene, the troll priest's face showed not fear but unprecedented excitement.

"Unburnt, truly the Unburnt. Flames parting, not a hair harmed... this is exactly the scene mentioned in the prophecy. It's you! You're exactly who the centaur prophecy mentioned... you are the trolls' hope!"

The troll priest's face was full of wild joy as it knelt before him. "Supreme Troll King. Unburnt. Titan Giant inheritor. Cyrus bows to you. The Forbidden Forest troll tribes have awaited your appearance for far, far too long..."

He frowned. He hadn't forgotten that the troll priest had just been fighting him to the death. Now it was kneeling?

Then, under his wary gaze, the troll priest raised its staff. But it didn't attack. Instead, it respectfully placed it on the ground before them. "Cyrus was old and dim-sighted, failing to recognise you and daring to fight you. Please, noble Troll King, kill me and hang my head on this battle staff... I will serve my final purpose. With this staff, the King will be invincible in battle. I only ask that my King let me see the troll tribes leave the Forbidden Forest and restore ancestral glory!"

He looked at the troll priest named Cyrus. Conflicted emotions flashed in his eyes. The other had just fought him to the death. And even though its fire magic was immunised by him, its strength, far exceeding that of ordinary trolls, could still harm him. Logically, he should kill it to eliminate future troubles.

But as a troll priest possessing partial Titan Giant blood, Cyrus probably knew quite a few secrets. Not to mention other things... just the ancient fire magic it mastered was quite beneficial to him. With its guidance, he might not only gain another fire magic but also make connections to accelerate mastering Ancient Weather Magic.

Not to mention Cyrus's strength... if not perfectly countered by him, few wizards would be its match. Of course, most importantly, he remembered Cyrus's sorrowful expression when looking at the troll settlement.

If not for this... if Cyrus had no attachment to the troll tribe... there would be no need to consider keeping it. He couldn't possibly keep a highly intelligent, powerful being he didn't understand well enough who harboured unknown intentions.

After pondering briefly, he grasped the staff. Troll priest Cyrus also closed its eyes, preparing for death. The surrounding trolls were now all agitated. But the next moment, the death Cyrus expected didn't come. Opening its eyes, it saw the staff had been returned to its hands by him. Along with his words.

"A battle staff is useless to me. But you being alive is more useful to both the troll tribe and me. Cyrus, I don't understand your prophecies. I only know one thing. A tribe's future must ultimately be created by their own hands, not by waiting for ethereal prophecies to come true. I'll give you two choices now. First, take the trolls willing to follow you and continue staying in the Forbidden Forest. Second, come with me to the territory I've developed, plant fields, and use your labour to earn the chance to build a troll homeland. Will your battle staff rot in the Forbidden Forest, or will it expand territory and guard that land belonging to trolls? You choose."

Cyrus stared blankly at him, seemingly not expecting to retain a choice. It hadn't expected that his words suggested he had originally come for the troll tribe, wanting to lead the trolls to migrate to a new homeland. This young wizard had territory belonging to him and was willing to accept trolls?!

Such news completely confused Cyrus. Moments later, it hesitantly asked. "My King. Can all Forbidden Forest trolls go? We are numerous, need considerable housing space, and consume quite a lot of food..."

He had only four words in reply: "Room and board included."

At the same time, he looked at the troll that had come with him. "For specific details, you can ask it."

Concerning the tribe's future, Cyrus dared not be careless and carefully questioned that troll. The answers were beyond Cyrus's wildest dreams. A vast island with protective magic, even connected to the Floo Network. Such a place was worth its weight in gold; he was actually willing to let trolls live there.

He'd even given them land. The island even grew enough food to feed the trolls?! Even more outrageous, this young wizard had permission to continue expanding the island.

Upon hearing this, Cyrus no longer hesitated. It took up the battle staff and once again lowered its head to him, bringing it level with the ground. "My King. Cyrus will fight for the trolls' new homeland! Guard that land until my life's end."

Only then did he nod with satisfaction. He then took out the Portkey. "I brought a Portkey, but it can only transport five trolls at most each time. Plus Sprout Island still needs cave expansions for you. These all take time. But no matter the preparations, within half a month, all trolls can be transferred to Sprout Island. Cyrus, I'll take you to see the island first. After that, you'll need to prepare the Forbidden Forest troll migration work."

Cyrus swallowed audibly. The Portkey before him seemed ordinary, but in its eyes, it was heavy as mountains. It represented the Forbidden Forest trolls' future.

The next moment, Cyrus carefully grasped the Portkey. With a whirling sensation, it arrived at Sprout Island with him. What met its eyes wasn't the towering trees blocking sunlight in the Forbidden Forest, but blue skies, azure seas, and broad hills.

Cyrus saw the trolls already living on Sprout Island. Besides the one that went to the Forbidden Forest, there were two adult trolls lying there smelling the Chizpurfle grass fields' fragrance. The other two juvenile trolls were playing in water on the rocks, occasionally making joyful roars.

This scene made Cyrus's eyes burn. At this moment, it had no more worries. This land had far better conditions than the Forbidden Forest. Living here was the new chapter of Forbidden Forest trolls emerging from darkness toward light!

Suddenly, passion surged in Cyrus's heart. Its originally decrepit body somehow found infinite enthusiasm again. It seemed it could work several more years. At least, it could watch the new generation of trolls grow up. Perhaps by then, the name "troll" would already be past tense!

Then, with surging emotions, Cyrus suddenly remembered something. It hurriedly opened its palm and handed something to him. "My King. This is something only you are qualified to possess. Cyrus now returns it to you."

Looking at the dancing firelight in Cyrus's hand, he took a deep breath. His heartbeat involuntarily accelerated. A living Mythical-tier seed... there probably wasn't a second one in the entire magical world. Now, it had fallen into his hands.

His gaze immediately focused on this seed. His pupils then contracted slightly, showing extreme shock.

"This is?"