Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 158: Rank 4

"I've got my coins." Ren held up a finger.

While they'd retrieved a majority of the iron coins they'd planted in the battlefield, some were still there. It wasn't that Ren didn't know where they were. He knew the location of every teleportation beacon he had. He'd just left them there for sentimental purposes.

At this point in time, he had more than a thousand coins serving as teleportation beacons. He'd also branched out, imbuing normal Albion coinage. As he traveled the world, he had plans to imbue as many beacons as possible and leave them behind in key places. This way, he'd be able to teleport to anywhere he'd been to before.

Although, if the distance was too far, he'd have to take the trips in several days with a few shorter teleportations.

"I have the bracers." Ren held up another finger. "They're my biggest offensive weapon, apart from Freedom, of course. But freedom is a greedy little sword. It guzzles too much soul energy for me to use it in every battle, so the bracers have to stay."

"They're just too useful to toss away. They absorb force, store it, and of course, shoot it like a blast of force. Not to mention their ability to create kinetic barriers. And as long as they aren't overwhelmed, they can just absorb the forces of whatever is hitting them to power them forever, just like the territory defenses we just set up back at home."

"They are pretty useful." Thorn nodded. "We'll keep that for now. What else do you have?"

"I have my phasing boots." Ren glanced down at them, raising a third finger. "They increase my mobility in battle much more than the coins. The coins are more for long distance teleportation and require a beacon or token but with the shoes, I can just phase through whatever's coming."

"And finally," he raised a finger, patting the pouch at his side, "I have the pouch that never runs out of space." He paused. "Well, we haven't used up the space within it and if I advance, it advances with me."

Thorn exhaled, a smile playing at his lips."I hate to break it to you, Ren, but the answer is obvious. The shoes must go."

Ren pursed his lips as he thought about it. "You're right. Now that I've got super regeneration and I'm essentially immortal, the shoes and the phasing ability are the ones I need the least."

"So, are you going to do it now?" Thorn asked, staring at him eagerly.

"Now, that's creepy." Ren narrowed his eyes at Thorn. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Think about it, you idiot." Thorn groaned. "If you destroy the imbuement, you get to absorb some of the soul energy that has been stored in the Rank 3 shoes. And you're already at the cusp of Rank 4 from all the souls you got from the war. This would be enough to tip you over the edge."

"And?"

"And I get to watch your ascension." Thorn grinned.

"And that's what's creepy." Ren chuckled. "Watching my ascension would be like watching your buddy rubbing one out."

Thorn scrunched up his face in distaste. "Now, you're just been disgusting. Didn't you ascend to Rank 3 during the battle just before we left the border? So, by your logic, we can say you rubbed one out in front of everybody in the middle of a battle."

"Okay. I see where I messed up. Wrong analogy." Ren raised his hands in defeat. "Watching my ascension would be like watching me try to talk up a barmaid. You get to watch and laugh at my embarrassing moment."

"This has to be a talent." Thorn laughed, turning the fishes over the fire. "You somehow managed to make rubbing one out sound like a better analogy. I've never once heard about someone failing or their ascension turning into an embarrassing moment."

"Ascension is fairly simple. Gather enough blood and when the stores are full, the blood or soul, in your case, would be used to create a bigger storage for more blood, and with the storage being your body, it enhances it, making you faster and stronger, with a bonus ability for every rank."

"True." Ren nodded along. Blood binding has to be one of the most broken power systems he'd seen. It was times like these that made him wonder why Albion isn't ruling over all the other nations. Then, he remembered just why.

To the north were the barbarians who just didn't have anything Albion would really want except Druidic magic, and that was locked to their tribes and bloodlines. Albion nobles don't really tolerate magical creatures like the wyverns, dragons, griffins, and chimeras. Especially given their history with those creatures.

All magical creatures in Albion had been exterminated a few hundred years ago and Albion likes it that way.

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To the east was Arondale mountain, a series of mountains that was at the same time, one single mountain. This was the dangerous mountain that separated Albion from the east, with the equally dangerous Greythorne forest stretching from the base of the mountain to the barbarian territory.

To the south was the ocean, and stretching beyond it was the land of the Tidecallers, and they were anything but friendly. Especially since they had greater control over the ocean than any Knight below Rank 7 could hope to have.

And to the west was Elnoria, their destination after getting Lilith and Elias. The kingdom of Elnoria had the Chosen, their priest warriors who possessed a simple yet very effective ability that was granted to them by their special Shivering Trees.

"So, are you going to advance or not?" Thorn asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"I'll do it now." Ren exhaled in exasperation, a smile on his face. "Then, we'll have dinner and go to sleep."

"Finally!"

Ren ignored Thorn's fist pump, placing a hand on both shoes. He found the piece of his soul that was embedded in them, and yanked them out.

He absorbed them and soul energy poured out of it. Some of them dissipated into the air, but a majority poured into him and the dam of power sitting inside him broke.

He could feel the energy raging through his body, changing it, making him even faster and stronger, the Rank 4 ability to lock his imbuements to his bloodline formed within him, solidifying rapidly.

Flashes of memories passed by like a reel of his life. His first fight. Darius laughing in the training yard. His father saying nothing but looking proud. He saw Lilith asleep in the moonlight, her hair glowing like frost.

Then, all those pieces twisted into light and poured inward. He didn't scream. He breathed it in.

He could see a slight blue glow on his skin as he ascended, Thorn's smirk fading for half a breath as he stared in awe.

By the time the light faded away, Ren Ross was a Rank 4 Knight of the Ross family.