Level Up Legacy

837 Light Prison

Since there was no possible way for him to go through all the messages, he decided to ignore them. Instead, he realized that he had gained over five million followers. It was a wonder why this social media hadn’t closed his account yet.

Many people mentioned him in their posts and analysis, with many of them calling him a fraud or a criminal. However, many also spread the word about his good deeds, earning Arthur a continuous stream of supporters.

“There is even… a fan club?” muttered Arthur with surprise. Its name was Silver Bear, possibly a reference to Arthur’s name. Many of its members were fanatics who reviewed Arthur’s battles and analyzed them.

– It seems that his powers are not limited to one since he can switch them whenever he wants. I read in another forum that Arthur Silvera might have the power to do anything. –

This was one of the comments left on the video pinned in the fan club, which sparked quite a debate between the fans. Most of them said it was impossible that such a human exists and that his different abilities might stem from one.

– I disagree with @xaeonx since there are more straightforward explanations than that. We heard about many people claiming to have multiple abilities, but in the end, it manifests as just one. There are records about a man who gains the abilities of his slain enemies, right? It might be that ability. –

Arthur enjoyed himself, even though he was sitting inside the monster’s belly, as he read the theories. Some came quite close to explaining his ability, but none could refute that it was bugged.

The one who left the comment above was not wrong. Amelio could absorb his enemies’ stats, so it wasn’t incorrect to assume that there was an ability out there that could absorb skills or abilities.

“The Father of Shon has such an ability,” muttered Arthur in the darkness. “However, his ability is much more complicated than that and might be much more dangerous. Bloodlines are a higher form of abilities and can even mean talents and arts.”

Arthur watched the video of his fight against Amelio and left a comment on the part where Amelio strikes him toward the sky. It was a simple ‘Ouch, that must hurt,’ but it blew up after a few seconds.

Since Arthur was inactive for a long time, and most of his posts were articles he shared or announcements he made to sell an artifact fragment, his profile was assumed to be dead. However, many of his followers were notified when Arthur left a comment, making the post and the fan club blow up even more.

– is this for real? Lol, I thought this account was a scam, but this man left a comment on his video. –

­– This is hilarious! –

Arthur’s username was simple, being @ArthurSilvera. The surname was relatively uncommon, but many tried to imitate him. Thus, the comment reached a hundred thousand likes in ten minutes.

Seeing that it got overwhelming, Arthur logged out of his account and turned off his phone. At that moment, the wyvern let out a scream before Arthur was thrown around inside his stomach.

“Is it another monster?” muttered Arthur as he was thrown inside its belly before something slammed into his barrier. Arthur saw the light inside the dark stomach and realized a spear had pierced it. But then, he heard sounds from outside.

“Bring it down!”

The spear seemed to be attached to some chains, and it started to pull the wyvern down. Arthur was thrown inside as the wyvern let out a screech before slamming to the ground. Since the two of them were in the sky, it meant one thing.

Arthur was inside the Light Prison.

“This thing is still alive!” shouted a muffled voice from outside. “Quick, chain it and throw it inside the dungeon! We can keep it until we run out of food!”

Several sounds echoed as chains dragged across the ground. It seems that whoever was outside was chaining the monster and dragging him. Arthur waited inside its stomach and expanded his perception of space.

As he figured, Arthur had entered a different segment of space. There were buildings around them, figures of humans, and a giant arena used to shoot monsters down. But, since it was chained, the wyvern found it hard to struggle against its captors. Arthur realized why.

“This stature can only belong to half-giants,” realized Arthur that whatever dragged the wyvern to its cell was as big, if not bigger, than the monster. Before long, the wyvern was thrown into a pit before it was entrapped.

The voices calmed down, but the monster kept growling as the bleeding continued. Arthur felt sorry for it and teleported into the cell beside it. As Arthur appeared, the monster stared at him with its big blue eyes.

“You served me well, big fella, so I’ll help,” said Arthur before raising his hand to pull the giant spear impaled to the monster’s stomach. “This will hurt like hell, but I’ll heal you afterward. Keep quiet.”

After using his art of submission to make sure the monster kept quiet, Arthur pulled the spear out. Large amounts of blood gushed out, but Arthur healed the wound before it became fatal. The monster recovered at a visible rate as the pain disappeared.

After saving it, the monster calmed down and looked at Arthur with grateful eyes. Arthur knew he didn’t deserve that gaze because he was the one to control the beast into flying here.

“You need to act hurt to ensure they don’t suspect a thing. I will return to free you when the time is right, and you can fly out of here.”

The wyvern seemed to understand, or Arthur imagined things. After it was out, Arthur jumped toward the iron bars and passed through them. Since these cells were for monsters, humans could easily slip through the bars.

Arthur used a rune to hide his presence and ensure no one saw him. As he finally got to see the prison, he found himself inside a big yard filled with cells similar to this one. There were half-giants dragging monsters from another place, from which light came.

There was shouting from the open arena, and Arthur realized that these men were hunting monsters as they passed. A competition started between them to decide who got the bigger score, and infighting occurred.

These men wore white suits, which shone brightly under the glaring sun. Arthur walked between them without being noticed and even memorized their faces.

Grandma Mo told him that there were three uniforms inside the prison. White meant the guards, black belonged to the punishers, and gray belonged to the servants. As for the warden, who she warned him from, was a man wearing red robes.

The guards were the easiest to infiltrate because most roamed the grounds without anyone asking them anything. As for the punishers, their job was torture, so Arthur couldn’t disguise himself as that. As for the servants, all they did was serve food and apparent corpses.

Arthur walked around the hunting ground and found that its gates had an identification array that needed the guards to produce some artifacts. This means he couldn’t leave this place until he disguises himself as one of the guards.

pAnDa (nov)e1 Arthur looked around and saw the guards standing several meters apart in the open field, each launching spears at any monster who appeared. The first one to strike the monster gets to pull it down, and whenever two attacks the same monster, a fight breaks out.

As for the half-giants, they stood beside the guards. Arthur noticed that the one who dragged the wyvern was going back toward a guard, who grew furious with how slow the giant was and started attacking him.

‘These half-giants are wearing stripped clothes, so that makes them prisoners too,’ thought Arthur as he saw the guard pierce the half-giant’s body, making him fall to the ground.

“You imbecile!” shouted the guard as the half-giant screamed. “If you were a bit faster, I would have caught the next monster! So how are you going to fix this, huh?!”

The scene was sickening, and blood painted the soil red. Arthur watched with a cold before he made his pick. Then, he walked toward the guard and whispered his command in his ear, making the man pause before throwing away his giant spear.

“Forget it! I’ll kill the wyvern myself!” shouted the guard before kicking the giant and walking toward the monsters’ cells. “These stupid giants get nothing done!”

Arthur followed the guard, who opened the wyvern’s cell and jumped down. The monster was alarmed, but Arthur descended after the guard and commanded him to stop breathing.

The wyvern stared as the guard fell to the ground, suffocating. Arthur stared at him and flipped him over to steal his face, clothes, and items. After stripping him naked and changing his face, Arthur stared at the wyvern.

“You are hungry, right?”