Henry Clark rolled to the side like a lazy donkey, and at the same time, his mind was filled with immense terror—a desperate lament of “I’m dead, I’m dead”—yet also with a coldness so calm it was almost cruel, allowing him to instantly spot an opportunity.

The spear hadn’t pierced the giant wolf’s brain, but the blow had definitely injured it. In that pounce just now, Henry Clark clearly saw that one of the giant wolf’s hind legs and one of its forelegs were weak and unsteady—obviously, the spear had damaged its nerves.

But even so, the giant wolf’s movements were still much faster than his, and its strength was astonishing. Henry Clark made a quick assessment in his mind: if he took even a single solid hit from this giant wolf, he would immediately lose the ability to move. It wouldn’t even need to use its claws or teeth—just a single collision could cost him half his life. The difference in strength between them was simply too great.

And that lucky roll just now was pure luck—he couldn’t count on being that lucky every time!

At this moment, the giant wolf realized that Henry Clark was no longer where it had pounced. It spun around sharply and saw Henry Clark charging straight at it. Before it could swing its claws or snap its jaws, Henry Clark actually leapt up and hung his body onto the spear.

The spear was still lodged in the giant wolf’s skull, and the tip, hardened by charring, now had some rigidity. As Henry Clark hung his entire body on it, the spear tip immediately tilted upward, tearing a gash inside the giant wolf’s brain. Amid the wolf’s frenzied howls, it actually rammed itself and Henry Clark straight into the ground. With a dull thud, Henry Clark’s entire back was bent from the impact, and he coughed up blood and fragments of his own organs. The spear, driven by the force, plunged even deeper, stabbing directly into the giant wolf’s brainstem. The wolf’s pupils dilated instantly; it only managed to bare its teeth before collapsing limply, completely still.

At this point, Henry Clark was also on the verge of death. He felt no sensation in his lower body, while his upper body was wracked with pain—especially his lungs, which kept coughing up mouthful after mouthful of blood, making it impossible to breathe. Gradually, he felt his whole body growing colder and colder.

“Killed the Windrunner Demon Wolf, gained fifty reward points, successfully drew Heavenly Favor value, Main God Space activated.”

In a daze, Henry Clark seemed to hear a voice. Then he felt a bright light before his eyes, and a warm energy poured into his body, making all his pain begin to fade. Sensation slowly returned to his lower body. What he didn’t know was that, at this moment, several numbers and options appeared before his eyes. The number was fifty, but it kept decreasing until it stopped at thirty-seven and disappeared. Meanwhile, there were five options: physical enhancement, bloodline, cultivation method, equipment, and summoning. Except for physical enhancement and summoning, the other three—bloodline, cultivation method, and equipment—were all shrouded in darkness. Physical enhancement was divided into many subcategories, and even after selecting it, further choices were required. Only the summoning option could be used with a single click, and each summoning option was marked with the number ten.

At this moment, whether by fate or simply Henry Clark’s random movements, as his body gradually healed and repaired itself, the recovery of his spinal nerves caused his limbs to move instinctively—and his arm pressed down on the summoning option...

This is the Elven capital, Greenlight, located atop the remains of the World Tree at the heart of the Endless Green Sea, home to more than eighty percent of all elves and half-elves on the continent.

Edward Baker is a half-elf mage apprentice. Half a year ago, he came to Greenlight with his teacher and settled temporarily in a room next to his teacher’s magical laboratory.

Half a year ago, the Radiant War came to an end. The Radiant Faction suffered a crushing defeat between the Plains of Death and the Azure Mountains. Six seraphs, including the archangel Edward, fell in battle, and countless other angels perished. The elite of the elves, humans, dwarves, gnomes, and other allied races were almost entirely wiped out. The Dark Faction then invaded the Radiant Faction’s territory, pillaging and slaughtering along the way. The death clans of the Dark Faction killed every living thing they encountered, harvesting souls and necrotic energy to create more undead skeletons—at least a million civilians were killed along the way, and it’s said that a demigod-level undead has already been born.

The demon clans imprisoned and tortured living beings, forcing them to emit constant negative emotions—this was the demons’ food. Even if these tortured people were rescued, they would be broken for life.

Meanwhile, the Rotting Clan began to corrupt the lands occupied by the Dark Faction, turning them into swamps and graveyards. Even if those lands were reclaimed, they would be uninhabitable for at least a hundred years.

Edward Baker was born to an elven father and a human mother. During the great retreat of the Radiant Faction, his father, a knight, and his mother, a priest, both went to the front lines. Later, the tragic news arrived: not a single member of the rearguard survived. But thanks to their sacrifice, most of the Radiant Faction’s remaining forces managed to retreat—mainly to the elven capital Greenlight, the dwarven capital Ironhold, and the angelic capital Land of Radiance.