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If his awakening time could be delayed to the limit of bloodline awakening, his gains would be even greater.

But now, all of this is no longer important. He has already awakened, and given the situation just now, if he hadn't awakened, he would have been killed by Muradin's chop.

Awakening has completely stimulated his potential. He is now more powerful than before, and the strength of all magic has been amplified due to the invasion of void magic.

His Burning Heart has evolved again. This time, the Burning Heart is no longer the core that accumulated magic power before, but has become the gate that can enter the world of magic power.

Klein is in a very good state now. The feeling of magic power surging when he opened the door before was really wonderful.

So he wants to know what exactly is behind that door, in that world full of magic power.

The spirit in his mind has pushed towards that gate. Without spending too much effort, the gate opened a gap for Klein.

As before, massive amounts of magic power gushed out, but this time Klein's magic power was already at its maximum value, and he couldn't hold any more magic power at all.

These magic powers could only surround the Burning Heart, circling around a few times, as if waiting for Klein to consume his own magic power.

Seeing that Klein's magic power remained complete, these new magic powers seemed to have their own will, gradually stagnating, and then flowing back again.

"This magic power is a bit magical!"

Klein felt that he had discovered something amazing. He has a lot of magic power, but currently high-intensity battles can exhaust his magic power.

Even with the support of magic recovery equipment, he cannot support a fight against a super-order powerhouse for too long.

Klein's idea is that if he can open this place anytime, anywhere, then he is equivalent to having an infinite magic pool.

"Infinite magic power?"

"You've come, Klein!"

Esmond's voice appeared in the distance of the magic world. Although Klein could hear his voice, he could also feel that Esmond was very far away from him.

But at this time, distance is no longer a problem. He must figure out the situation of this magic world.

"So you are here too, Father!"

The two of them kept approaching each other, and the magic particles around Klein cheered, as if welcoming their king.

After flying for a long time, Klein finally saw Esmond's figure in the distant magic starry sky.

Still wearing a gray robe, still so tall and thin, and the powerful aura was still the same.

"I guessed that you would come here, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. Your progress speed has indeed exceeded my expectations. Have you reached the super-order yet?"

Esmond spoke first. He seemed surprised that Klein could come to this place at this time, but he was not too worried about Klein's increased strength.

Is it because of the bottle? Klein doesn't know how much the bottle affects him, and he doesn't know.

"Not yet. I should still be a little short of reaching the super-order."

Klein admitted it generously. He didn't know what was going on, but being in this place, he had a feeling that he wasn't worried about fighting Esmond here.

Esmond was also very calm, and it seemed that he had no intention of conflicting with Klein at all.

"Super-order shouldn't be difficult for you. As expected of the most outstanding bloodline, such talent is really enviable."

"It's a bit meaningless for someone who has already stood below the Nine Kings, at the pinnacle of all super-orders, to say such a thing."

"Heh, heh, heh, you don't understand, Klein. When a person reaches a high enough level, they will realize that talent is really the root of limiting everything.

I think I work harder than any other professional. I have maintained this effort for 30 years, but even so, there is still no way to break through the limitations of talent.

Compared with those who are naturally gifted, the gap is still very large."

Klein also agreed with Esmond's feelings. Hard work is very important, extremely important. Even in his previous life, countless great people had said it.

Genius is 99% effort plus 1% talent, but that 1% talent is often more important than 99% effort.

In the previous life without extraordinary power, the gap in talent was already so obvious, let alone in this world with the power of transcendents.

The gap in talent will be infinitely magnified in front of real powerhouses. The 5th order, the super-order, and the Nine Kings are all worlds apart, insurmountable gaps.

"Yes, talent is so important."

Esmond focused his gaze on Klein.

"You are the same, and Progette is the same. You should have met each other, right?"

Esmond's sudden question surprised Klein slightly. Has he already guessed about himself and Progette? However, he didn't intend to admit it.

"Who is Progette? I'm not sure what Father is talking about."

"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. New humans are all the same. No matter what kind of contract we have, Progette cannot truly submit to me.

I only recently figured this out. How could someone with the most top-notch talent be willing to be inferior to others?

Even I want to stand at the top of this world and see what the world really looks like, let alone Progette, who is so proud to the extreme.

If I'm not mistaken, she has already joined forces with you and set up a plan to snatch the bottle from my hands, right?"

Esmond's guess was very accurate. Progette was indeed not the kind of person who was willing to be inferior to others. Her relationship with Esmond would eventually lead to a breakdown.

"I'm still not sure who Progette is."

"Alright, stop pretending to be stupid with me. I'm not really stupid. If I couldn't even figure this out, I wouldn't have let the Jay Society get to where it is today.

You new humans are actually all the same. Your mission is to create stronger humans and breed perfect offspring.

Your mission is very great. If it weren't for my selfishness and the opposition between us, I would really want to support you all the time.

Talent makes the efforts of those who work hard seem meaningless. I have the deepest feelings about this.

"No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I research, I can't surpass Lord Gahhr, not even that Edward guy, let alone His Majesty."

Esmonde's eyes seemed a little lonely. This was the first time Klein had seen a look of loneliness in Esmonde's eyes.

The unwillingness of a top-tier Transcendent? Undeniably, Esmonde's efforts are unmatched, but he still can't cross the chasm of the Nine Kings.

"Why do you support the creation of stronger humans?"

This point, Klein didn't quite understand.

"Your bloodlines are too perfect, your descendants will become more and more perfect. The New Human Project itself is to allow everyone to have powerful talents, allowing humanity to enter an era where everyone is strong.

As long as everyone has powerful talents, the gap in talent will be infinitely reduced, and those who work hard will become the most outstanding people."

Klein didn't expect Esmonde to have such naive thoughts. That's right, naive.

This kind of thinking feels like equality for all, unattainable.

"A very great idea, but I estimate it won't be realized."

"Why?"

"Because what influences a person's final outcome is not only talent and effort, but also resources, education, educational methods, outlook on life, worldview, and values.

Everyone receives different information, so the final result will never be the same. Two people who work equally hard, even if they have the same talent, will inevitably have different results if they receive different information."

Esmonde was stunned for a moment. Klein's words gave him great inspiration and shock.

"Outlook on life, worldview, values? Very novel viewpoints. Perhaps, I shouldn't treat you as objects, weapons.

Klein, you are really excellent. If we had sat down and talked properly a long time ago, maybe we wouldn't have reached this point today."

Klein shook his head. He didn't agree with Esmonde's statement.

"No, even if we had sat down and talked properly before, the relationship between us wouldn't have changed in any way.

Father, your change in form came after you became a top-tier Transcendent and were unable to advance to the Nine Kings. You began to feel lost, so you began to think.

Before you reached the peak of Transcendent, you were a dictator. At that time, you couldn't listen to anyone else's words.

So, no matter when and where our conversation takes place, the relationship between us is already destined.

You want to become a Nine King, you want to pursue the pinnacle and ultimate of this world, then you will inevitably come to the opposite side of me."

Esmonde was silent for a while, then nodded again.

"You're right, the relationship between us is already destined. I want the power of the bloodline and the talent that the bloodline brings, so we are bound to be enemies.

Talking with you a lot today has made me think through many things. Thank you, Klein."

"You're welcome. Maybe the next time we meet, we'll fight."

"Wasn't it said after the war?"

"Father, you got a lot of information from me, and I also got the news I wanted to know from you.

You want to become the new King! So, you should be waiting for the fall of the old Kings in this war, right?

Once you become the new King, then I really won't have any chance. So, do you think I will wait until that time?"

Esmonde's eyes lit up, seeming to appreciate Klein's frankness.

"You're right. The purpose of this war is for me to become the new King. I have been waiting for the moment when the King-level experts take action and fall."

"Don't think too much about it, Father. There are a total of nine King-level experts dealing with Her Majesty this time."

Esmonde's pupils shrank slightly. A total of nine? How is that possible?

"That's impossible. There aren't that many King-level experts in this world at all."

"Yes, there aren't that many humans, but what if we add magical beasts? Like Is who once set foot in the Imperial City. Can humans and magical beasts make up nine King-level experts?

Do you think nine King-level experts can suppress Her Majesty?"

Klein's words plunged Esmonde into mental confusion.

"Who are they?"

"Black King - Sauron. White King - Lora. Shadow King - Saphirond. Gray King - Furen. Orange King - Muradin. Green King - Ysera.

These six are all King-level experts who have joined Grandok. In terms of magical beasts, I currently only know two.

The first is the monarch of chaotic energy, the Spiral King - Black Arm - Leolde, who is known as the root of all evil.

There is also the controller of elemental energy, the Elemental Dragon - Obidos.

I don't know who the last King-level magical beast is, but from the information I have obtained, it can be determined that there are indeed nine dealing with Her Majesty this time."

This news was not good news for Esmonde, because the greater the pressure the Empress faced, the smaller his chances would be.

If there were only 3-4 King-level experts, then Esmonde had unparalleled confidence in the Empress, because he had seen the Empress's power and understood the huge difference between the Empress and Edward.

But when the number of enemies rises to nine, many things are no longer so certain. The Empress will also be tired. She will also die if she is besieged by nine King-level experts.

"Where did you get this news from?"

Klein didn't intend to hide his information. Although he and Esmonde were enemies, from the standpoint of the country, he and Esmonde were still in the same camp.

"Due to some special reasons and a magic malfunction, I was teleported to Grandok's capital, Amadis. There, I came into contact with the Elemental Dragon, Muradin, and the Spiral King.

The news was obtained from their mouths."

Esmonde was shocked and subconsciously asked:

"You fought them? Escaped from the hands of King-level experts?"

"Yes, I was a little lucky, but I escaped after all. It was because of the battle with them that I was able to come to this place."

Hearing Klein's words, Esmonde nodded thoughtfully.

"This news is very important, whether it is for me, for Her Majesty, or for the entire Tyrrell.

"It's nothing. It's something I didn't expect that we could meet in this place and exchange information with each other.

I am also a Tyrrellian, and helping Tyrrell is my duty. Oh, by the way, after saying so much, I forgot to ask, what exactly is this world?"

Klein looked at the surrounding magic starlight and asked the question that he had always been puzzled about.

Esmonde smiled.

"Here, is the origin of magic, some of the earliest places where magic was born, and it can also be called the cradle of magic."