Chapter 776
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Chapter 776: Dual Personalities
Published Mar 30, 2026, 07:39 AM
Chapter 776: Dual Personalities
Not all the Kingdoms were open to alliances like the Vermilion Kingdom. The other Kingdoms in the Human Continent saw the new Beast Tamer class as a threat.
The far west was large, but informants spread news like wildfire. It was roughly the same size as modern-day Europe and Asia combined, yet the kingdomâs spy networkâdespite being in a medieval eraâwas still top-notch.
In the snowy regions of Snowhelm, where thick sheets of ice covered their seas and rivers, the Capital City bustled quietly. Inside the royal hall, the kingâa tall man wearing military attire with five gleaming stars on his left chestâwas silently smoking a pipe while watching the court proceedings.
âMy king, our spy has returned. It is indeed trueâa new class has been Awakened,â the first man spoke in a slightly terrified voice.
âNew⊠tsk.â The king clicked his tongue, then gestured to the steward standing beside him with his head half-bowed.
As if on cue, the steward retrieved a neatly folded parchment and handed it to him.
Everyone in the room watched the parchment with curiosity in their gazes. It was tied with a silver-lined cord, a mark used only for documents of extreme importance.
In Snowhelm, the Silver Cord Seal represented ancient, restricted knowledge.
For the Silver Cord to be used on this parchment meant it was an ancient text kept hidden for years.
With the parchment in his grasp, the king began, âThe Beast Taming class⊠is not really a new class.â
Gasp! Gasp!
A series of sharp breaths rippled through the crowd, the eyes of the court members widening with pure disbelief.
Most of these men were old and highly knowledgeable. There were many classes in Eosâsome so rare that normal people had never heard of themâbut these court members had mastered almost all known classes. And they could swear that the Beast Taming class wasnât one of them.
The king casually tossed the parchment toward the closest person. He caught it with quick reflexes and opened it a bit too fast.
The more he read through the scribbled ancient text, the wider his eyes grew.
âDue to certain reasons which we still donât know,â the king continued with a serious expression, âthe class was erased⊠and its awakening statue hidden from plain sight.â
âWhat does this mean, Your Majesty?â someone asked.
The king stroked his chin and seemed to look past the court members toward the windows. Outside, snow fell heavily, but the citizens of Snowhelm were long accustomed to the cold.
After a moment of silence, his mouth parted slowly.
âThe class was erased for a reasonâŠâ Then, in a colder and slower tone, he added, âand that is exactly what will happen again.â
He rose from his seat, and everyone straightened immediately.
âThe one who seems to be pioneering this new class is the king of the new KingdomâCromwell Kingdomâformerly a part of those greedy Vermilion bastards. Iâll send an envoy to warn them⊠and if they refuse, further actions will be taken.â
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Imperia was a kingdom built on the backs of warriors.
Before the rise of their current Monarch, the Imperian people were known across the Human Domain for a single thingâwar. They werenât just good at it; they lived for it.
Because they were the smallest kingdom in the continent, many larger nations had tried to conquer them, but all had failed miserably.
Generations of constant warfare had sharpened them into one of the strongest and most feared kingdoms among humans. Their armies moved like well-oiled machines, their generals were ruthless strategists, and their elite troops were said to rival Awakened elites.
Unlike Vermilionâwho tolerated alliances and new ideasâImperia viewed anything unknown as a direct threat. Especially something like the sudden re-emergence of an ancient class.
But apart from that⊠Imperia was known for one more thing.
Despite being the strongestâand the smallestâKingdom with only one main city, they were mostly made up of non-Awakened.
Since they didnât rely on traditional classes, one might think their power came from magic weapons and items, but this was far from the truth.
Imperia was unique for something entirely different, something not many knew of.
Farther away from Vermilion, Cromwell, Tristan, and Snowhelmâdeep in the middle of the vast ocean that separated Aetherai and Valeria Kingdomâstood a small island adorned with Roman-style buildings and several fighting coliseums. Training grounds, weapon forges, and endless arenas made up the heart of the kingdom.
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Imperia Coliseum â Present
Thunderous cheers echoed across the main coliseum as two fighters clashed violently in the center of the arena.
Their movements were strange.
Unnatural.
At first, they fought like disciplined warriorsâcontrolled swings, sharp footwork.
Then, without warning, their personalities seemed to snap.
Their calm expressions twisted into wild, bestial grins as their fighting styles completely shiftedâbecoming unpredictable, faster, almost animal-like.
When one personality grew tired, another seemed to replace it instantly.
It wasnât a technique.
It wasnât skill.
It was dual temperamentâa bizarre fighting pattern only the Imperians possessed and understood.
âSwitch! Switch!â someone in the crowd shouted.
âHahahaha! The second personality is even more fierce!â another laughed.
While the fighting continuedâŠ
On the highest balcony overlooking the arena, the Imperia Monarch sat on a stone throne.
He looked different from every king on the continent.
A tall, broad-shouldered man with jet-black hair streaked with metallic silver. His eyes glowed faintly crimson, as though a flame burned inside them, and a vertical scar ran across his right eye.
His mere presence seemed to make the arena feel smaller.
Beside him stood two youthsâa boy and a girlâidentical in face but opposite in aura.
The sister had cold, steady eyes and a spear strapped across her back.
The brother wore a calm smile and carried twin short swords.
Merely looking into their eyes, one could tell they were not normal.
Some time later, down in the arena, one of the fighters suddenly collapsed. The other stood over him, chest rising and falling rapidlyâbut a second later, the crazed expression faded. His face returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
The crowd erupted in cheers while the Monarch lifted a finger.
BOOM.
The victory gong sounded immediately, signaling the end of the match.
The Monarch rose slightly from his seatâbut before he could leave, a group of armored officials hurried up the stairs and bowed deeply.
âMy Lord!â
âThe spies have returned!â
âOh? How did it go?â the Monarch asked in a nonchalant voice.
The leader of the officials swallowed hard.
âIt is true⊠the Beast Tamer class has reappeared.â
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As you can see, Iâm not dead⊠and Iâm not planning to drop this book. I can take breaks, but I never drop!
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