In fact, neither of them knew that, under those circumstances, the magical explosion should have already occurred. However, unlike the usual awakening rituals, David Clark did not absorb the magic power in the normal way; instead, he automatically absorbed the magic within the formation. As a result, his magic power, which had been nonexistent, rose all the way to the intermediate level of the warrior rank. One has to admit his good fortune.

All of this was thanks to the watch on his wrist, which his father had found among the relics in the Pacific and later improved (to be mentioned later). It was a device capable of absorbing harmless magic power. All of this happened while both of them were unconscious, so neither of them knew about it, but David Clark gained a tremendous benefit.

David Clark did not know how magic power operated, so he didn’t tell William Scott about the state of his own magic. Yet this situation was even more astonishing than the amount of magic he had gained: he had surpassed the boundary of the magic-martial barrier.

For anyone, when their power is either internal force or magical, unless they reach the limit of the Heavenly Rank (this is the Heavenly Rank power mentioned later), they cannot use the other type that does not belong to them. However, because David Clark had absorbed so much magic power, his body contained far more than usual, so it began to overflow outward. But with the watch absorbing it, the magic outside his body became his own magic-type power. At the same time, since this magic was a highly compressed form, David Clark's control over it had already reached the limit of the Heavenly Rank.

Without either of them realizing it, a person at the warrior rank who possessed both internal force and magic was born. This also laid the foundation for David Clark's future dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

“Well then, little brother, I’ve left enough money in your room, along with my sword manual for the Lingyue Sword Song. You should go now. If fate allows, we’ll meet again.” There was a sense of reluctance in his words.

David Clark looked at William Scott—this was now his only friend. Should he help him? And how? Was he supposed to help him fight in a war? That wasn’t what he wanted! But… the loneliness…

“Big Brother Scott, give me a reason, and I’ll fight for you until victory!” That handsome expression David Clark wore when he wasn’t smiling appeared before William Scott for the first time, and it was also the last time before his first battle.

Thus, the storm on the continent began to intensify, until…

Chapter Six: Peerless Grace

“A reason? No, I don’t really have one, and I don’t want you to get involved in the war either. David, you should go and pursue your own dreams.” William Scott saw the sincerity in David Clark’s eyes, and a feeling of true friendship arose in his heart.

There really wasn’t much of a reason. This struggle for power among the nobility—no matter how you looked at it, it seemed ugly! David Clark thought silently. But now, I’m not fighting for that second prince, I’m fighting for my friend—for my only true friend right now.

“That’s right, who needs a reason? I’m not fighting for any particular reason. If I want to fight, I’ll fight. If I want to help someone, I’ll help them. Who cares what reason I have? As long as I’m happy.” David Clark said to William Scott.

Rationally, David Clark knew that his best choice was to leave immediately and not get involved in these troubled waters. But emotionally, he couldn’t let go of his friendship with William Scott, his only friend in this world, so he wanted to help him. When his emotions won out, he chose to stay.

This was David Clark’s unique way of thinking: emotion above all. As long as his emotions could tolerate it, he would absolutely follow his rational thinking and do everything from the most advantageous angle. But once his emotions could no longer tolerate something, he would do whatever he wanted, regardless of anything else. That’s why he would later almost bring about the destruction of humanity—but that’s a story for another time.

Huh? Why? Now it was William Scott’s turn to be confused. Why would David choose to stay? Wasn’t this getting involved in the war?

“So, Big Brother Scott, is there anything to eat? I’m so hungry, I barely ate anything last night.” David Clark’s face was full of bitterness, as if he really was starving.

“Haha, sure! Come on, I’ll take you to get something to eat!”

I wonder, has he been hungry for eight hundred years or something? How can he eat so much…

Just as William Scott stared at David Clark in astonishment, Princess Rose Harris happened to walk in as well. “Hehe…” When she saw David Clark’s face covered in oil and rice grains, she couldn’t help but let out a gentle laugh, her voice as melodious as silver bells.

“十工猪马，泥害霉尺动洗拔，已其尺牙（Is it the princess? You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Come eat with us）.” Especially since his mouth was stuffed full and he kept cramming more in, probably no one could understand what he was saying.

Rose Harris was momentarily stunned, but with her keen intelligence, she quickly “guessed” the original meaning, then smiled again before stopping herself. Wait, why am I so happy? I’m supposed to dislike this, aren’t I?