CHAPTER 164 - HALF-DRAGON’S LAMENT

Han Wu pushed his way to the front of the stall and saw a variety of ingredients laid out for sale. His eyes quickly locked onto the shimmering Title Scroll displayed in the center. Many adventurers shared his interest, their gazes filled with greed.

“Hey, name your price. I want to buy it,” one shouted.

“This Platinum Title Scroll is reserved by the Gull Guild. Who dares challenge that?” another growled.

“Hmph! Don’t get ahead of yourselves. Our Fierce Tiger Clan will tear you apart if you try anything.”

The adventurers argued loudly before turning their attention to the stall owner. “Speak. How much are you selling it for?”

The stall owner sighed heavily. “This Title Scroll is a family heirloom. I never planned to sell it, but an emergency forced my hand...”

Some sharp-eyed adventurers saw through the act and snarled, “Cut the pity act. How much?”

The stall owner dropped the pretense and named his price. “I’m not asking for money.”

Confused murmurs spread through the crowd. “What? You don’t want money? Then what do you want?”

“I want to trade it,” the stall owner said. “Specifically, for the Foresight Crystal Ball held by the Light Palace Lord on the third floor. It’s a guaranteed drop if you defeat him. Hand me that Crystal Ball, and I’ll give you this Title Scroll.”

“What? Are you insane? The Light Palace Lord on the third floor is a Platinum monster. Even ordinary Platinum adventurers wouldn’t be able to take it down.”

“Forget it. This guy’s clearly delusional if he thinks the Light Palace Lord is easy prey.”

A good number of adventurers walked away the moment they heard the outrageous demand. Those who remained belonged to powerful guilds. They were strong enough to have a shot at defeating the monster, but they weren’t about to commit without knowing what the scroll offered.

If the title was valuable, hunting the Light Palace Lord would be worth the risk. If it was worthless, the mission would drain their resources and likely ruin them. Han Wu lingered as well, eager to see what the title held. Under their insistence, the stall owner carefully unfurled the scroll and revealed the title.

[Platinum Title: Planeswalker]

[Effect 1: Gain access to a personal space that bypasses all restrictions. Usable at any time.]

[Effect 2: Point Teleportation. Allows teleportation to any previously explored location. Energy cost scales with distance.]

[Effect 3: ??? (Details unlock after equipping the title).]

Two overwhelmingly powerful effects and one unknown—this was the strength of the Platinum Planeswalker title. Everyone present understood that the first two effects alone made Planeswalker a top-tier support title. Those who equipped it could travel anywhere at will, a crucial advantage for guild mobilization.

The guilds moved quickly to prepare a siege on the third floor, aiming to hunt down the Light Palace Lord and seize the Platinum Title Scroll at all costs.

Han Wu wanted the title too. With it, he could save a tremendous amount of time. He had only one year in this civilization, and four months had already slipped away. Time was running short.

I have to get it, he thought. If I can’t hunt down the Light Palace Lord, I’ll just kill whoever obtains the title and claim it by force.

With his decision made, Han Wu stepped into the Sky Palace. Since it was his first time here, he could only access the first floor. Instantly, he was transported into a ruined palace, its once grand halls littered with shattered decorations. Torn paintings hung on cracked walls, broken pillars bore faded engravings, and dragon-shaped statues lay in pieces.

He looked past the decorations and spotted a lone half-dragon in the distance. The first floor served as a prison for half-dragons. Despite their humanoid form, the civilization classified them as monsters, much like minotaurs.

Han Wu paid no mind to the civilization’s labels. He raised his greatsword and struck without hesitation. The half-dragon fell in a single blow. At that moment, a progress bar appeared in his vision. He instantly recognized it as the key to reaching the second floor. He could only ascend once the bar reached 100%. Each half-dragon killed added 0.1%, meaning he had to slay 999 more.

“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll kill them all and grow stronger along the way.”

He started exploring the palace, gradually delving deeper into its depths. Along the way, he encountered many half-dragons. They patrolled in groups, each one exceptionally strong. Half-dragons were unique life forms that naturally controlled lightning. Many could unleash one or two lightning-based attacks that significantly slowed Han Wu’s hunting pace.

To speed up his progress, Han Wu summoned ten Gold monsters to assist him. With their help, his advancement accelerated. After killing the 100th half-dragon, he earned the Silver Half-Dragon’s Lament title.

It granted two effects. The first was called Half Dragonification. The second set all half-dragons’ affinity with him to Hostile. Intrigued by the first effect, Han Wu equipped it immediately to see what changes it would bring to his body.

Upon activation, a familiar surge of power rushed through him. He transformed, growing half a meter taller as dense white scales covered his skin. His hands shifted into claws, their surface now a deep, glossy black.

Han Wu smiled when he noticed the color. The black on his claws was condensed Dark Energy. The title had partially unlocked his sealed powers. In effect, his Black Dragon King Transformation had used the title to trick the Will of the Title Civilization into manifesting within him.

Now, the Black Dragon King Transformation was officially recognized as part of this civilization’s powers. However, Half Dragonification was too weak to sustain more than a fraction of it. If he wanted to wield a greater share of that power, he would have to strengthen the title quickly. Fortunately, he had a talent for that.