Chapter Fifty-Three: Can They Truly Be Called the Same Kind?

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Inside the carriage.
“Two abilities at once?!”
Xia Mingyu stared in astonishment at the words reflected on the ice.
He knew full well that after three days of effort, he had barely managed to ascend to the rank of Extraordinary Magician and gained only a single magical trick.
Now, with the blessing of 1.4 billion citizens, just one promotion granted him two abilities at once.
More importantly... judging by the descriptions alone, whether it was the ability to rally the entire world, a spark that could transcend space and even time, or the power to awaken an individual’s unique gift and allow borrowing from comrades-in-arms, both far surpassed a mere magical trick in strength and potential for growth.
“Forgive me, I misunderstood you!” Xia Mingyu suddenly realized.
Only now did he recognize his own ignorance; he was not some blank slate transmigrator but had always been carrying a glaring, unstealable golden thigh above his head!
“Just ascending to the Extraordinary rank yields such impressive powers—what if I reach the Morning Star rank? Wouldn’t those abilities be downright invincible?”
A fiery determination flickered in Xia Mingyu’s eyes.
He began to understand why people in this world held those with high-status blessings in such reverence and obedience.
In a sense, this was truly one of the most effective survival strategies in this realm.
Because... they really did have a cheat code!
It was like comparing a left-behind child in a rural village to a newborn who already possessed a metropolitan household registration and several commercial properties in Blue Star OL... how could their careers possibly compete?
Even the most hardcore gamers would have to give up and curse the developers.
On Blue Star, even with wild disparities in nutrition, education, and medical resources, individuals were fundamentally similar; a common man’s furious strike could still make waves.
But in this fantasy world, with blessings and abundant Extraordinary resources, the nobility’s martial might truly towers over commoners.
From what Xia Mingyu had learned in the library’s archives, a Morning Star-level great knight like Kalen Hughes, fully armored and mounted on a demonic beast like the Black Abyss Wolf, could easily cut through hundreds of spearmen encircling him, striking in and out seven times over.
Even stepping down a rank, an Extraordinary knight like Hawk could dominate the Ore Town through sheer individual power, running the Red Rose brothel and amassing chests of silver sols, with countless courtesans wailing in the hell he created.
This meant that a common man’s fury here truly could only be expressed through headlong desperation.
This was the most beautiful world and the ugliest world at once.
A paradise for the nobles and a hell for all ordinary folk.
Human rights would never be born here, for the gap between individuals was unimaginably vast.

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One might even say that a person born into wealth, beauty, and law-shredding power, and another forced to toil their entire life for a few black loaves and crushing taxes, living a daily grind filled with anxiety...
Apart from the lack of reproductive isolation, could these two truly be called the same species?
Xia Mingyu fell into deep thought.
Beside him, Berg watched as Xia Mingyu’s expression shifted from calm to shock, then from shock to joy, before finally settling into a troubled daze. A surge of worry washed over him.
Could it be that his lord was disheartened because the abilities gained from his promotion were disappointing?
With that thought, the young man who had hoped to request formal appointment as a servant clamped his mouth shut firmly.
In this world, nobles above the Extraordinary rank possessed the power to confer servitude status on commoners, changing their blessing to that of a servant—but such appointments were extremely limited.
And the abilities granted by such status changes would never be something as pitiful as increased hunger tolerance, which was almost a cruel joke.
That was why so many commoners dreamed of becoming a noble’s servant.
After all, though it meant devoting their lives to serving a noble, it was still a leap upward compared to their peers.
...
Clop, clop, clop.
The carriage came to a halt.
“Sir, we have arrived at Black Wolf Castle,” the coachman announced respectfully from outside.
“Good. Once we disembark, you may return.”
Snapped out of his reverie, Xia Mingyu dropped five copper sols onto the carriage floor and stepped out with Berg.
“Open the gates and let us through immediately!”
The castle’s guards shouted the instant they saw Xia Mingyu.
They remembered this important guest who had the lord himself personally drive him here!
Boom.
The heavy gates slowly swung open.
Not long after entering the castle, Xia Mingyu was met by Viscount Hughes, who had come hastily to welcome him.
“Your Highness, it seems your journey has been smooth!”

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Kalen glanced at the long trail of emerald-green text hovering above Xia Mingyu’s head, and at Berg behind him whose professional blessing was no longer displayed. A faint smile flickered across his rugged face as he sincerely congratulated him.
“Though there were some minor setbacks, it was indeed a smooth trip. However…” Xia Mingyu’s tone shifted.
“In Ore Town, for certain reasons, I attacked the Red Rose brothel there and nearly killed everyone except the courtesans. Will this affect you, Kalen?” Xia Mingyu said gravely.
He knew this matter would soon be reported to Kalen by the captain of Ore Town’s guards, so it was best that he himself broach the subject.
“Your Highness, why did you do such a thing?” Kalen asked, puzzled.
“… I saw how those courtesans were oppressed by the brothel, suffering as though in hell, and that they too were forced into this life, so I couldn’t hold back.”
As he spoke, a flicker of rage involuntarily passed through Xia Mingyu’s eyes.
“In that case, this matter greatly concerns me.”
Upon hearing this, Kalen’s expression grew solemn. His deep green eyes fixed tightly on Xia Mingyu, exerting intense psychological pressure.
Just as Xia Mingyu began to worry that he might have angered the lord’s “forbidden zone,” Kalen spoke again:
“This will profoundly affect how I am seen in your eyes and the friendship between us. Oh, how I regret not having slaughtered those maggots who tainted your vision sooner—yet it took your own hand to do so.”
“This is truly the greatest dereliction of duty in my career as a lord!” Kalen clutched his chest, lamenting as if mourning a family death.
Xia Mingyu: “...”
For some reason, whether it was an aloof lord or a cold hunter, people in this world always seemed to become a bit more personable and humorous when interacting with him...
“Your Highness, I just hunted a newborn fawn today, which I believe would make an exquisite dish. Might I invite you to dine with me as an apology for my dereliction?”
Kalen smiled, a flicker of hopeful anticipation in his gaze toward the prince.
“No, I really have no appetite today.”
The memory of the carnage he witnessed at the Red Rose brothel made Xia Mingyu’s stomach churn.
“In that case, please rest well, Your Highness.”
Though his invitation was declined, a trace of regret crossed Kalen’s face as he continued to show concern.