BXBX NOVEL Chapter 163: Rejecting the Mentor!
To become a legend is the dream of countless warriors and mages. It\'s a goal so distant, most never even come close. Many would sacrifice everything, spending their lives in relentless pursuit of that status. And yet, here they stood, in the presence of a being who had achieved it.
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Fisher, standing nearby, was just as shocked as the others. His mind raced as he replayed the old elf\'s words. Becoming a legendary student had been his obsession. He\'d worked tirelessly, even going so far as to make secret pacts with the elf Pleti, doing whatever it took to gain favor. After much negotiation and persuasion, the old elf had finally agreed to mentor him.
But Logan? How was this even possible?
Logan, just a ten-year-old boy, already a level seven warrior? It defied logic. Fisher had spent years training, struggling, and compromising to climb the ranks. Yet Logan had achieved the impossible in a fraction of the time. The speed of his rise left Fisher feeling uneasy. How could someone so young advance so quickly?
Was this what true genius looked like? Even for a prodigy, this pace was unheard of.
Fisher\'s thoughts turned inward, particularly fixating on his brother-in-law\'s swift ascent. How had Logan managed to get so far, so fast? It gnawed at him.
And yet, as shocked as everyone else was, Logan himself seemed oddly calm. A living legend offering to take him on as a student? For anyone else, this would be the opportunity of a lifetime; an unparalleled honor.
But Logan hesitated.
He wasn\'t just any ten-year-old warrior. He carried with him something far more valuable: a cheat, a system that guaranteed his rapid rise. Even now, he was on the cusp of breaking through to the eighth level, with the ninth not far behind. Did he truly need a legendary mentor when he had this unstoppable power at his fingertips?
He glanced at his personal stats in the back of his mind:
Name: Logan
Age: 10 years old
Occupation: Level 7 Warrior (Experience 98/100) (Reputation 9,678/10,000) (Practice 3/10)
First-level Ice Magician (Experience 98/100) (Reputation 9,678/10,000) (Practice 7/10)
Position: Chieftain of the Silvermane Tribe
Population: 64,373
Military Strength: 2,216 Infantry, 1,236 Wolf Riders, 500 Boar Riders, 27 Thunderbird Riders, 14 Wyvern Riders, 8,000 Reserve Infantry
Territory: 2,020 square kilometers
Mall: (opened)
Professional inheritance: (opened)
Sub-professional inheritance: (opened)
He was on the brink of leveling up, needing only a few more of his tribesmen to advance before he\'d break through to the next level. His reputation was climbing fast; 10,000 was within reach, and with it, another leap forward. In no time, he would be a ninth-level warrior, a force to be reckoned with.
Did he really need a legendary mentor? The cheat alone was a path to power beyond imagining. What could a mentor, even a legendary one, offer that he couldn\'t achieve on his own?
Logan weighed his options. If he didn\'t have the cheat, he would\'ve agreed without hesitation. But with it? A legendary mentor almost seemed redundant. Worse, staying close to a powerful figure like this might draw unwanted attention. His rise had been rapid, too rapid, and people were already beginning to notice.
For Logan, the choice was more complicated than anyone realized. Should he take the old elf\'s offer and align himself with a legend? Or continue to rely on his secret cheat, advancing at his own astonishing pace, free from the constraints of others?
Not only was the offer shocking because it came from a legend, but even more so because it was from a member of an alien race; one whose customs and ways were a mystery to the Silvermane Tribe.
"There\'s an old saying," Logan thought, recalling a line he had once read in his early schooling: \'Those who are not of my race must have different hearts.\' It was meant to warn against trusting outsiders, and though the old elf seemed wise, the saying echoed in his mind now, feeling more relevant than ever.
And there was something more troubling: this particular legend; no one in the Silvermane Tribe, not even Logan, had the strength to stand against him. The sheer power the old elf possessed was terrifying. How could they possibly defend themselves if things went wrong?
Logan met the elf\'s gaze and shook his head calmly, "I\'m sorry, Mr. Legend, but I\'m not looking for a mentor."
The room fell into stunned silence.
Jane, standing at Logan\' side, was speechless. A legendary mentor had just offered to teach him, and he refused? She could hardly believe it. But then, she looked at Logan with admiration. He must have his reasons, she thought. This was the man she had chosen, strong-willed, decisive, and now even turning down a legend.
Her heart swelled with pride.
Begon, on the other hand, struggled to hide his confusion. His nephew had just passed on a chance that could elevate the Silvermane Tribe\'s standing. If Logan became a legendary student, their tribe would have a direct connection to such power, an incredible ally. But Lot trusted Logan, even if this decision felt like a missed opportunity.
Then there was Fisher. His mouth hung open as if he couldn\'t quite process what he had just witnessed. Why would anyone reject a legend? He couldn\'t comprehend it. Fisher knew how much power and prestige came with being trained by a figure like this. His brother-in-law Logan was a smart young man, so how could he not see the value of such an offer?
The old elf, too, was taken aback. Legends don\'t get rejected. Especially not by those they offer to mentor. His face was unreadable for a moment before he asked, "Little one, may I ask why?" His voice was calm, but beneath it was an edge of disbelief. In all his thousand years as a legend, he had never encountered anything like this.
Logan smiled politely, unshaken by the weight of the elf\'s presence. "I\'m grateful for your offer, sir, but I have great confidence in my own path. I don\'t believe anyone else\'s journey is the right one for me."
The old elf studied him for a moment longer, then let out a small, amused chuckle. "You are the first," he said, shaking his head, "the first to receive my favor and turn it down. Quite remarkable."
He paused, then offered a warm smile. "I hope your confidence leads you to even greater success in the future."
Logan bowed slightly, his expression respectful. "Thank you for your blessing, Mr. Legend," he said, understanding the magnitude of what the elf had offered and appreciating it, even if he had declined. His bow was not out of obligation, but out of respect for the elf\'s wisdom and strength.
As the tension in the room eased, the elf\'s smile broadened. "By the way," he said, his tone lightening, "that young rascal Pleti told me you\'re the best winemaker he\'s ever known. I must agree."
The old elf\'s eyes gleamed with mischief as he recalled how he had doubted Pleti\'s words. When the letter had reached him in the High Elf Royal Court, he had scoffed at what he thought was just idle talk from a younger elf. But after arriving in Canyon City and tasting the exquisite wines brewed in the Silvermane Tribe, his skepticism had vanished.
He had secretly sampled several different bottles, each more delicious than the last, and now he knew the truth, whoever brewed these wines was a master beyond compare.
He let out a soft sigh, the hint of regret in his voice clear. "It\'s a shame," he said with a smile, "that the little werewolf here won\'t become my student. I could have guaranteed myself a lifetime of your excellent wines."
Logan had no idea about the old elf\'s true motives for offering him mentorship, but he knew how to handle the situation. In the face of the elf\'s praise, he flashed a humble smile and replied, "Sir Legend, it is a great honor for our Silvermane Tribe to host you. If you would be so kind, I would be delighted to share some wine with you later, and make sure you can drink to your heart\'s content!"
He knew well enough that if the old elf had a fondness for wine, it was best to appeal to it. After all, a drunkard\'s heart was often won through drink.
The elf\'s face lit up with amusement. "Just wine, no need for those formalities," he said, waving off any pomp or ceremony.
"Haha, of course!" Logan responded with a grin, turning to his uncle Lot. "Second Uncle, go prepare a banquet, and make sure to bring out our best wines."
Lot nodded swiftly. "Right away!" he said, and hurried off to see the preparations done.
It wasn\'t long before the feast began.
At the banquet, Logan and his brother-in-law Fisher talked at length about the newest wines being brewed in the tribe, their conversation lively with excitement over flavors and techniques. But as for the old elf? He had other priorities. Bucket after bucket of wine passed his way, and he drank with abandon, showing not even a shred of concern for appearances.
He downed each one as if the wine were water, his legendary status doing little to curb his indulgence.
What should have been a brief affair stretched on far longer than anyone expected. The elf, having consumed hundreds of kilograms of wine, was still unsatisfied, his thirst seemingly unquenchable. Logan could do little but wait, keeping the party going out of respect.
Finally, as night settled over the Silvermane Tribe, the legendary elf\'s energy began to wane. Sated at last, he found himself a comfortable corner, sprawled out, and fell into a deep, drunken slumber.
…
Later, as Logan and Jane walked side by side on their way home, the night air cool around them, Jane couldn\'t contain her curiosity any longer.
"When did you break through to level seven?" she asked, her eyes wide with a mix of amazement and suspicion.
She couldn\'t help it; she had been dying to know. Just a few months ago, the man she had chosen to love had only been at level four. Back then, she had been the stronger of the two. Now, in the blink of an eye or so it seemed, he had surpassed her, leaping from the fourth to the seventh level in half a year. It was unheard of.
"Last month," Logan replied, feigning a casual tone. "I think it was because of the Dragon Blood Potion."
He was quick to mention the potion, using it as a convenient excuse. After all, blaming his sudden rise on a rare and powerful elixir was the simplest way to explain it away without raising further questions.
Jane narrowed her eyes, not entirely convinced. "Why didn\'t you tell me?" she asked, her voice laced with playful frustration, though there was a hint of hurt behind it. Her brow furrowed as she gazed up at him. "You kept it from me?"
Logan chuckled, sensing her doubt but choosing to keep things light. "You didn\'t ask," he teased, reaching out to gently pinch her ear.
Jane frowned in mock offense, though her lips twitched into a smile. "How was I supposed to ask if you didn\'t tell me in the first place?"
"If you don\'t ask, how am I supposed to know you want to know?" Logan retorted with a laugh, enjoying the banter.
Jane rolled her eyes but couldn\'t help laughing along. Though a part of her still wondered if the Dragon Blood Potion alone could really explain his rapid ascent, she let the moment pass, content to enjoy the quiet walk with the man who had, in such a short time, become stronger than she could have ever imagined.