Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

Lily also finshed her shopping and returned right as Almond resurrected Alfred and Sylvia.

She finished modifying her main Dreadlings in ten minutes before the duo began looking at the S-rank games.

The number of S-rank games were not as much. Only 100.

Since Almond and Lily wanted to enter as a duo, they checked the two-player games and made their choice shortly.

[Wayfinder’s Race] – 5 Duos | 10 players total.

— Each pair would start at different corners of the same dimensional continent, filled with traps, monsters, and resources for you to collect.

— Each pair would have a Crystal Tower with them with a 10 kilometer radius barrier around it. Players cannot leave this barrier.

— To increase the radius of the barrier to explore more and collect more resources, players must kill monsters and collect Tower Shards that the monsters drops and infuse them in theCrystal Tower to increase the range.

— At the very center of the continent is the Victory Cup. The first pair to touch it wins.

— 100,000 Anchor Points to both.

— 1 x Mystery Treasure Chest to both.

Almond and Lily vanished.

[Players found: 10/10]

…

Almond and Lily stood at the edge of a crystalline spire as their Crystal Tower pulsed with soft blue light behind them. A translucent barrier shimmered around them, marking the 10-kilometer boundary of their starting zone.

“Ten kilometers,” Lily said, surveying the landscape ahead. Dense forests transitioned into craggy mountains in the distance, with occasional flashes of movement betraying the presence of monsters. “We need to farm Tower Shards fast.”

The dimensional continent materialized around them in a flash of distorted light. Almond and Lily stood at the edge of their Crystal Tower, the translucent barrier shimmering outward.

“Ten kilometers to start,” Lily said, already pressing her palm to the ground. A Dreadgate tore open, drinking in ambient energy. “Not much.”

“We’ll fix that.” Almond stretched, feeling the ambient magic settling against his skin like static. “Alfred, Sylvia. What’ve we got?”

Alfred materialized, his constellation-filled eyes scanning the horizon. “Six Tier-6 signatures northwest. Tier-5 swarm east. And something big north—Tier-7.”

Sylvia appeared in a rustle of spectral leaves. “The big one’s a bird. Storm-type. I can feel the weather patterns from here.”

“Perfect.” Almond grinned. “Let’s start.”

…

The Ironhide Ravagers exploded from the treeline like armored freight trains. Six of them, each the size of a truck, crystalline horns glowing with spatial energy.

Almond summoned twenty Grimblades from his arsenal—weapons he’d been meaning to recycle anyway. A wide-bladed spear of ironbark wood. Daggers from storm-eagle talons. A cleaver forged from drake scales.

“Grim Severam.”

The spear ignited with pale gray light as he applied Sever-of-Defense. He hurled it. The weapon punched through the lead Ravager’s legendary armor like it was paper—the concept of defense simply ceased to exist where the blade touched.

Alfred blurred forward. His sword carved through exposed flesh, leaving trails of crackling lightning and spreading frost. The wound didn’t just bleed—it sparked with elemental chaos.

Two Ravagers charged Lily. Thornmaw intercepted with a bone-rattling crash. Cinderfang leaped onto the second, black flames spreading across its hide—flames that consumed strength itself, not just flesh.

“Transmission,” Lily said casually, and flickered. One moment twenty feet away, the next standing on a Ravager’s back, hand plunged into its spine. Dark energy pulsed as her Dreadgate drained its life force.

Sylvia raised a hand. The ground erupted. Massive flowers burst upward, petals lined with diamond thorns. Vines thick as tree trunks coiled around Ravager limbs, crushing bone with wet cracks. The plants glowed golden as they fed.

The last beast fell with a thunderous crash.

“That’s thirty-two shards,” Almond said, then approached the nearest corpse.

The crystalline protrusions jutted from the skull like twisted glass. He extended his hand.

“Grimblade Creation.”

The horn separated, rose, twisted. Light wrapped around it like silk being woven. When the glow faded, a slender sword remained—translucent crystal that hummed with space-cutting resonance.

Almond moved to the next corpse, creating broad daggers from the armored hide. From the bones, he forged spears that would generate tremors. Thirty-eight new Tier-6 Grimblades in minutes.

Then he pulled fifteen of his oldest weapons from storage. “Time to recycle the junk.”

“Grim Convergence Slash.”

The fifteen blades stacked together, merging into one attack. He fired it at a boulder. The impact obliterated stone into powder. The Grimblades shattered, dissolving into streams of light that flowed back into his Essence Factory.

Fuel for upgrades later.

Lily dragged chunks of Ravager flesh to her Dreadgate along with two of her older Tier-4 Dreadlings. The gate swallowed them. Convulsed. Then birthed two new shapes—larger, denser, their bone spikes now crystalline.

“Tier-6,” she said with satisfaction.

They swept through a nest of Stonescale Basilisks next. Almond created forty Grimblades from petrified scales and eye-lenses—each blade carrying petrification properties.

“A hundred shards total,” Lily announced. “Let’s upgrade.”

The Crystal Tower pulsed as they fed it the fragments. The barrier exploded outward—ten kilometers to one hundred in seconds.

The world opened up.

On a distant mountain peak, wreathed in perpetual storm clouds, the Tier-7 signature became visible.

The Stormcrown Thunderbird was massive. Wingspan easily two hundred meters. Each feather crackled with lightning. Storm clouds spiraled around it like a living crown.

“Now that’s a monster,” Almond said. “A rather powerful Tier-7.”

The Thunderbird noticed them, its eyes each the size of a car locked on.

The air screamed with building charge as it shot at them.

“Sylvia, anchor. Lily, box it in. Alfred—you’re tanking.”

“Understood.” Alfred’s voice was calm as ever.

Sylvia’s Verdant Throne Domain washed over them in green light. Then her Sky-Bloom Cataclysm activated—radiant pollen filled the air like a golden blizzard, creating zones of resistance that made flight difficult.

Lily transformed two Tier-6 Dreadlings into gear. A bow hummed in her hands. She fired spatial anchors around the bird, boxing it in with invisible threads.

The Thunderbird shrieked and dove.

Alfred stepped forward. Mirrorstep Etiquette activated—suddenly there were fifteen of him, all moving through air like it was solid ground. His phantoms surrounded the creature.

The real Alfred struck first. Sword met lightning. The impact generated a shockwave that flattened trees.

The Thunderbird retaliated with Tier-7 conceptual thunder—lightning that erased the idea of safety itself.

Alfred’s blade deflected it. His Astral Guard Dominion absorbed the impossible strike, converting it into layered barriers. They shattered and reformed, but held.

“Enforce Drive at 200%,” Alfred reported. His stats were surging.

The Thunderbird dove again, beak aimed like heaven’s spear.

Almond pulled ten Paradox-quality Grimblades from his arsenal. Weapons he’d been cultivating for exactly this moment.

“Grim Convergence Slash.”

The ten blades stacked together, merging into a single slash that existed in multiple states simultaneously. Launched and not launched. Hitting and missing. The probability cloud collapsed into certainty.

The slash met the dive.

Reality screamed.

The attack carved through divine storm-essence like mist. The Thunderbird’s head separated from its body.

The corpse crashed into the mountain.

“Holy shit,” Lily said. “That was beautiful.”

Almond approached the fallen titan, already cataloging materials. The lightning core pulsed in the chest cavity—a sphere of condensed storm-concept. Each feather was a treasure. The talons could rend dimensions. The bones hummed with weather-command.

“Grimblade Creation.”

He started with the feathers. Sixty slender swords that sang with thunder. Daggers from the talons, edges sharp enough to cut space. Spears from the bones that called lightning.

And from the core itself—one sword.

It materialized slowly, light and shadow spiraling. When it finished, it didn’t just crackle with lightning. It WAS lightning given solid form.

Next, In his Spiritual Weaving Room, the Tier-7 Thunderbird’s Oblivion Spirit waited—massive, dominating, apex predator instincts made manifest.

Almond wove it with five Tier-6 Ravager spirits, then opened Alfred’s existing framework. The Thunderbird spirit pulsed like a caged star. He guided it, shaped it, integrated it as a new layer.

Outside, Alfred gasped. His cloak ignited with crackling energy. Lightning danced through spectral fabric. His blade gained storm-purple depth. Thunderclouds drifted through his constellation eyes.

“I feel… different,” Alfred said quietly. Then he flexed his hand. Lightning arced between his fingers. His aura surged and his lifeform broke through to Tier-7. “Thank you, My lord.”

“Next Tier-7 spirit will be yours, Sylvia.” Almond smiled at Sylvia.

“Hehe, can’t wait.”

Meanwhile, Lily fed Thunderbird blood into her Dreadgate with three Tier-5 Dreadlings. The gate convulsed. Three serpentine forms emerged, wreathed in living lightning.

“Nice,” she said, watching them crackle. “Let’s clear out the rest of the monsters first in this range and collect all resources before expanding further.”

“We need 1000 shards for the next upgrade, so that’s gonna take time, yep.” Almond nodded.

But this was a race.

All players were here not just to collect resources, but also to win.

Everyone wanted both because the resources they collect here easily surpasses the value of the winning.

But if they win, they can take all resources they colllected.

However, if they lose, they can only take back 50% of the resources they collected.