Chapter 54: He Walked Into the Mountains of Gods

The gorilla roared and charged, swinging its huge fists with terrifying force.

Logan finally paused. He sent fifteen daggers flying at the beast. The blades stabbed into its arms and shoulders, drawing streams of blood. The gorilla roared in anger and pain.

Then, the runes on its chest suddenly flared bright red.

It stopped attacking and began beating its massive chest violently.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A deep, blood-colored sound wave exploded outward. This was its true origin ability — Blood Call.

The roar carried a special frequency that spread far and wide, summoning every nearby Rank 2 beast under its influence to come and fight for it.

The ground started shaking violently.

Roars answered from every direction. Heavy footsteps thundered through the forest as dozens of Rank 2 beasts responded to the call.

Ironwood Venom Apes, Steelback Boars, Thornhide Lizards, Rock Crushers, and even a few Windfang Panthers poured into the clearing from all sides.

In under a minute, more than thirty Rank 2 beasts had completely surrounded Logan.

The Bloodcaller Gorilla roared again, pointing at Logan aggressively. The entire horde charged at once like a raging tide.

Logan stood at the center, expression unchanged.

His twenty daggers suddenly spun at extreme speed, creating a black whirlwind around him.

The first wave of beasts crashed into the whirlwind and were instantly torn apart. Blood and pieces flew everywhere.

A Steelback Boar tried to ram him with full force. Logan stepped sideways and sent eight daggers straight into its eyes and open mouth. The boar died mid-charge.

Two Venom Apes leaped from above, claws glowing with venom.

Logan raised his hand, and the daggers shot upward like spears, impaling both mid-air before they could even get close.

The Bloodcaller Gorilla itself jumped high and brought down a crushing fist.

Logan simply tilted his head, dodging the blow, then countered with twelve daggers that tore into the gorilla’s chest and destroyed the glowing runes completely.

The gorilla crashed down heavily, blood pouring from its mouth.

Even without their leader, the remaining beasts kept attacking furiously. But Logan’s daggers moved like they had a mind of their own — stabbing, slashing, and returning in a never-ending deadly dance. No beast could break through his defense.

A few minutes later, silence returned to the clearing.

Every single beast lay dead on the ground.

[Points: 425.]

Snow jumped down excitedly and began harvesting the origin cores from the stronger corpses, especially the Bloodcaller Gorilla’s.

Logan glanced at the little creature for a moment, then shook his head and looked forward.

Far in the distance, the terrain had changed completely. Ten enormous mountains rose into the sky, each one radiating a terrifying and unique aura.

These were the territories of the ten Rank 3 origin beasts.

Logan stared at them quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly with interest.

Snow finished eating and hopped back onto his shoulder. Logan continued walking toward the mountains without saying a word, his daggers once again floating silently around him.

The forest suddenly opened up.

In the distance stood the ten enormous mountains, towering like ancient gods of destruction.

Each one radiated a suffocating pressure. The very air seemed to tremble before them.

These were no ordinary beasts. These were the ten calamity-level Rank 3 origin beasts that ruled this entire artificial gate.

The moment Logan stepped closer, the sky darkened.

SCREEECH—!!!

A blinding flash of lightning cracked across the sky. From the third mountain, something massive shot down like a living thunderbolt.

It was the Thunderwing Drake — a gigantic winged serpent covered in crackling blue scales, its wings spread wide as it dove straight at Logan with terrifying speed.

Its claws, wrapped in violent lightning, slashed down.

Logan’s eyes widened slightly.

He barely managed to lean back.

Shiiing!

The drake’s claw grazed his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. Lightning burned across his skin as the beast shot past him, flapping its massive wings and roaring in the sky above.

For the first time since entering the gate, Logan touched his cheek and looked at the blood on his fingers.

His lips slowly curved into a dangerous smile.

Snow’s fur stood on end, its eyes locked on the ten mountains with rare seriousness.

The real challenge had finally begun.

...

In the outside world, the principal and the instructors watched in silence, their expressions darkening as Logan eliminated every beast in his path.

He had single-handedly wiped out all the Rank 2 beasts within his vicinity.

And now... he was walking toward the territories of the ten Rank 3 origin beasts.

Even among seasoned instructors, that decision bordered on insanity.

"Daenerys," Seraphina said slowly, her gaze fixed on the screen, "it seems you’ve brought in someone who doesn’t understand the meaning of restraint."

"Jacob," she continued without looking away, "maintain full readiness. If anything goes wrong, you intervene immediately."

Jacob nodded, his expression tightening.

Daenerys, however, remained relaxed.

"So that means I’ve already won, doesn’t it?" she said with a faint smile. "He’s cleared the Rank 2 field. The others are still struggling with Rank 1 beasts."

Seraphina’s lips twitched slightly.

"The test isn’t over," she replied flatly. "If he makes one mistake against a Rank 3 beast, everything ends there. Or perhaps..." Her eyes narrowed. "One of the other S-rank awakened might decide to stop him."

Daenerys didn’t respond.

She simply leaned back, her gaze steady, as if the outcome had already been decided.

...

At this moment, everyone inside the origin gate was in an uproar.

Several students who had been fighting Rank 2 beasts suddenly saw their targets rush off in a single direction. Without hesitation, they chased after them.

Moments later, they found corpses.

Dozens of them.

Silently, more and more students began gathering around the clearing before the ten mountain peaks.

Then they saw him.

Logan.

Standing alone.

"He... he has 425 points?!" one student shouted, his voice cracking.

The crowd erupted.

"How is that even possible?!"

"He did this alone?!"

One student nearby — the same one Logan had saved earlier — stared at the silver-white hair in disbelief.

"He... he wiped out all the Rank 2 beasts..." he muttered. "Every single one of them."

His teammate, a girl beside him, pointed at Logan with trembling hands.

"Don’t tell me..." her voice faltered, "...he’s going to challenge all ten Rank 3 beasts?"

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Is he insane?!"

The students stared at Logan, their faces pale.

The pressure radiating from the mountains was already suffocating.

Yet he stood there, completely calm.

As if none of it mattered.

Even the instructors watching through the holographic display fell silent.

Inside the gate, the atmosphere grew heavier.

From different sides of the clearing, six extraordinary figures stepped forward.

The six S-rank geniuses had arrived.

From the east came Ethan, tall and composed, gripping a sleek rapier. His sharp eyes locked onto Logan.

From the north emerged Kael, a tall, muscular red-haired youth. Flames burned steadily across his arms and shoulders.

From the west appeared Liora, her long silver-blue hair flowing as frost spread beneath her feet with every step.

From the south came Sylvana, graceful and poised, her presence strangely in harmony with the forest itself.

From the northeast walked Zephyr, a lean youth with messy grey hair, invisible wind currents slicing the air around him.

And from the southwest emerged Draven, a dark, brooding figure. The air around him felt heavy, as though something unseen pressed down on everything nearby.

Each of them carried an overwhelming presence.

The students could barely breathe.

The tension in the clearing spiked.

At the same time, the ten mountains trembled violently.

One after another, the Rank 3 beasts began to stir.

Their auras erupted outward like natural disasters.

The sky itself seemed to distort.

Yet Logan remained still.

A faint ripple passed through his palm.

In the next instant, ten gold coins materialized silently in his pocket. He had already begun engraving his spatial coordinates onto them.

He was preparing.

The entire origin gate fell into a stunned silence.

All eyes locked onto him.

At this moment, Logan no longer looked like a student.

He looked like a ruler standing before a battlefield.

Snow stood beside him, its eyes glowing.

Logan took a single step forward.

The air trembled.

And something in the mountains... responded.

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