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    From quick questions to the people around was enough to confirm that reaching Skillian City is hard.

    Perhaps, for a normal person—it would be impossible.

    Rex didn’t know what exactly the Skillian Divine Court was created for but since they were tasked to protect the sky, presumably by the Spirit Emperor himself, their task must be of utmost importance, and meeting them was a pipe’s dream for almost all people.

    Not to mention, Rex wasn’t going there to meet with them—he was going there to demand Devo.

    It was infinitely more challenging than visiting the Skillian Divine Court.

    Perhaps, he would need the Spirit Emperor’s own seal to do that.

    Regardless, it was going to be hard.

    Even though he didn’t know the details, he was almost a hundred percent certain that he needed status.

    "Becoming a noble is hard, and this... this contest is your shortcut," Amanir said, pointing at the poster.

    Snapping out of his initial shock, Rex reached for Amanir’s massive ear and pulled on it.

    "Ow~ Ow~ Ow~!" Amanir writhed. "Why are you pulling on my ear?!"

    "Because you’re playing around with me," Rex clicked his tongue. "No way I would use that way. I can become a noble without anybody’s help. Besides, doing that would only give me more trouble when I come back"

    "Who doubted you about that?" Amanir retorted, pulling his ear away.

    He was blowing on his ear but he was serious about what he said.

    "Nobody doubted you could become a noble with your strength," Amanir shook his head, casting Rex a sharp side-eye. "You became an Emperor in the Mortal Realm, I’m sure you’ll be fine here. But you said to me that you’re in a time constraint, you said to me that this is life or death. You are not here to prove yourself, you’re here to survive, and this might possibly be the way"

    Upon hearing this, Rex was silenced.

    Nothing Amanir said could be refuted, it was all spot-on.

    "Even Qonvale predicted that you’d die soon enough. She could see your fate and if I’m not mistaken," He added sarcastically. "The Dark Elves treated her words very seriously. I know you might be suicidal but you clearly cared for the others so do you want to die and make them suffer? Remember, this is my world, not yours so you don’t need to think about repercussions"

    Rex felt a pang in his heart when he heard Amanir’s last sentence.

    Of course, he knew about that but to be slapped to him so brazenly hits right home more than ever.

    Especially when it came from Amanir, the spirit who he looked down on most of the time.

    Hah... I’m getting too used to becoming an Emperor.

    I prepared to do anything but that anything I thought was killing and killing but that wasn’t it.

    Nodding his head, Rex placed a hand on Amanir’s head, patting him.

    "Thank you for reminding me," He said appreciatively—Amanir has been living inside his head, and out of the others who knew him deeply, Amanir had become one of them. "But still, I never knew you had it in you to say something like this"

    "Hmph! I just don’t want to see Evelyn cry," Amanir exhaled roughly from his nose.

    Rex’s face twitched when he heard that, "Since when are you siding with Evelyn?"

    "Since you forced me to train and her taking care of me," Amanir snorted, walking away in annoyance.

    Upon seeing this, Rex wanted to run after him but stopped.

    He glanced back at the Nameless Dragon Arena poster.

    After contemplating for a moment, he reached out his hand and ripped it before placing it in his pocket.

    I’ll keep this, maybe I’ll need it later.

    Once Andreas finished showing around Arbitgea, he stopped in front of a hotel located on the very outskirts of the city. It wasn’t rundown and it wasn’t lavish either. It wasn’t empty and it wasn’t crowded either—a perfect place for some peace and not be isolated at the same time.

    She didn’t know what Rex was going to say but she knew that it was something serious.

    Hesitantly, she sat across him with her hands clasped together.

    "After we had this conversation, wake Amanir up and ask him to teach you about spirit’s power. You will need to keep up with my pace or you’ll be left behind here," Rex opened the conversation, causing Linthia to firm her resolve inside. "Firstly, I’m going to tell you exactly what you’re going to face in this realm"

    Upon hearing this, Linthia’s body tensed—she remembered what Rex had said before coming here.

    He said that there was a chance that she would suffer something more painful than death.

    Pausing for a second to gather his thoughts, Rex then continued, "When I accepted you, Dindora—and Gelmar, I had the vision of making the three of you my future generals. Because of that, I also decided to research the bloodlines of the Dryad, Elf, and Fairy. Have you heard of the Dark Drifting Spirit bloodline?"

    Linthia shook her head.

    She has never heard of that bloodline, not anything remotely close to it.

    But from the way Rex brought this up, it must be a rare bloodline of the Fairy race.

    "It’s not only a rare bloodline but it’s the strongest bloodline for your race," Rex clarified seriously.

    Hearing this, Linthia could only suck in a cold breath.

    Just hearing the word ’strongest’ was enough to make her heart—pound hard, the strongest Dark Fairy bloodline she knew was the Lady of the Dark which was the Fairy Origin’s nemesis’ bloodline, which was quite a nightmare in the past.

    Although not as strong as the high-rank Supernatural race, the Lady of the Dark was formidable.

    Some high-rank Supernatural races even have an avoid mark on her.

    If this Dark Drifting Spirit was even stronger than that, who could’ve had it? And how did Rex know?

    "From what I’ve found, the bloodline isn’t exactly the normal path of Dark Fairies," Rex explained, his knowledge was all stem from the System. "It was a mutation that could occur on every race that fell to the Well of the Untold. It’s only that Dark Fairies has a higher chance to come out of it alive and you’re going to go in there—the Well of the Untold is in the Spirit Realm"

    Silence enveloped the room when he said that.

    Linthia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before she opened her eyes again to look at Rex.

    She was calming the storm inside her mind.

    "How many people have gone through that well and come out alive?"

    "I don’t know"

    "What would happen to me if I went into it?"

    "I don’t know"

    "How do I exactly survive and come out of the well?"

    "I don’t know"

    Upon throwing rapid questions and getting the same answer over and over again, Linthia bit her lip.

    Rex has no answer to any of her questions.

    "All I know is that the Well of the Untold is real, the Dark Drifting Spirit bloodline is real, and if you really came out of it you will no doubt have that bloodline," Rex explained, that was all the information from the System. Learning more requires gold that he didn’t have. "As I said, you will be the strongest if you manage to go through this"

    As he said that, Linthia paused again and breathed—this time she didn’t take longer to contemplate.

    She was already ready the moment she stepped in.

    "I have one more question," She suddenly mumbled.

    Rex gestured for her to ask away.

    Looking at Rex hopefully in the eyes, she opened her mouth, "Do you think I could do it?"

    "Yes, without a doubt. Or else I wouldn’t have brought you here" Rex answered instantly.

    As soon as he said that, Linthia’s face turned resolute, "Then that’s all I needed to hear"