I Build Shelters in the Eternal Night - Chapter 121
Chapter 121: That Year, I Was Seventeen
Translation by: WeebsreadπΉ
Nameless Mountain.
Tonight, Nameless Mountain was livelier than ever.
The entire group camped outside the cavern, making do with hastily built wooden shelters. Everyone slept on the ground for now; proper accommodations would be arranged tomorrow, along with a headcount and the assignment of roles.
They’d brought back quite a haul this time.
Bolts of cloth, supplies, and more.
Inside Cave #1, Chen Fan stood before the Level 5 Living Workshop. He spent 2,000 Ghoststones to upgrade it to Level 6, then another 5,000 Ghoststones to reach Level 7.
With each upgrade, the Living Workshop no longer offered new “Upgrade Paths.” But every level unlocked new items for crafting.
This time, having leapt two levels at once, he gained four more unique daily-use items.
More importantly, with the Living Workshop at Level 7—
He could finally use the Green Grade Treasure, "Cloud Cloth," to craft robes. These finished garments would boast the defensive power of a Level 1 city wall.
An extraordinary feat.
Tonight, Xiao Qiu was busier than ever.
He had to measure everyone’s height and build, then rush to tailor “Fan Domain” standard robes for each person. Most of tonight’s arrivals hailed from the Qiuhe Wang Clan, with a few from the Chen family of Jiangbei.
The Wild Wolf Gang was still en route from Jiangbei City and would arrive tomorrow.
“Speak.”
After upgrading the workshop, Chen Fan summoned Shao Qiu to Cave #1. In recent days, Shao Qiu was the only outsider granted entry here.
As soon as he stepped inside—
Shao Qiu’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to a structure deep within the cave: the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion. Through its open doors, the black jade floor gleamed under a pale blue glow from countless luminous stalactites overhead, casting cold light and forming a mysterious array across the stone.
At a glance, it seemed a place fit for immortals.
“Th-this… this is the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion!”
Shao Qiu froze, eyes wide, voice trembling with disbelief.
“How… How is this possible?”
“What’s the matter?”
By the farmland, Chen Fan sat at a table, sipping tea. Noticing Shao Qiu’s line of sight, he asked casually, “Doesn’t the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals have one?”
“They do.”
Shao Qiu was speechless for a long moment before muttering, “I was a prisoner in the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals for seven years.
“Five years ago—
“The Holy Land launched a secret operation, costing them dearly. Many died. Not long after, a ‘Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion’ appeared within their domain.
“It increases cultivation speed by tenfold, and comprehension of martial techniques as well.
“You know, a regular training room only offers threefold speed.
“But—”
“The Holy Land’s Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion has never been upgraded. The building is just too rare. No one could figure out the materials needed for further upgrades. They scoured every ancient text, tried all sorts of materials—nothing worked.”
In truth—
Even after witnessing Fan Domain’s rise, Shao Qiu hadn’t thought much of its prospects. Jiangbei was too small, and most factions born in such places faded quickly.
He simply wanted to survive.
But after seeing this Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion, his worldview had been shattered.
Despite his grudge against the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals—
He had to admit, it was a formidable force. They’d paid a steep price to obtain their Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion—yet Fan Domain had one, too?
Chen Fan smiled faintly, raising his cup, but said nothing.
Naturally, they couldn’t see the Status interface, so they had no idea what materials were needed for upgrades.
But the Status interface made it clear:
“To upgrade to Level 5, 5,000 Ghoststones and one Sea Seed are required.”
So, the key was a “Sea Seed.”
Most likely something akin to a Mountain Seed.
He just hadn’t found a way to obtain one yet.
“I know how to upgrade it.”
Chen Fan made no attempt to conceal the truth, setting down his teacup and leaning back to look at Shao Qiu. His voice was soft: “With this building, could you quickly train a team skilled in assassination, stealth, and intelligence gathering for me?”
“One day—
“You might even lead a group to attack the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals yourself.
“Isn’t that a tempting thought?”
The man before him, dressed in white, looked young—perhaps twenty-five or twenty-six. He was thin, almost sickly, his face pale. At first, Chen Fan thought it was fear, but later realized this was simply Shao Qiu’s natural complexion.
He resembled someone with a chronic illness.
A long silence followed.
“Huu…”
At last, Shao Qiu took a deep breath, steadied himself, and knelt before Chen Fan. His voice was hoarse:
“Before I became a prisoner of the Holy Land, I founded a faction called the ‘Temple of Godslayers.’
“It was an assassin organization.
“One day, I accepted a high-paying mission: assassinate the third Elder of the Holy Land. If I succeeded, the Temple of Godslayers would become famous across the land!
“I was orphaned young, but by chance awakened as a Special Practitioner—an ‘Undead.’
“My only dream was to found an assassin order that would be renowned everywhere.
“That year, I was seventeen.
“Proud and arrogant, I failed the assassination and became a prisoner of the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals.
“But—
“The reason I chose to serve the Holy Land wasn’t just coercion—I truly loved assassination and stealth.
“All these years, I’ve dreamed countless times of escaping and founding another assassin organization. But the greatest weakness of such groups is that subordinates cultivate and learn martial techniques far too slowly. With the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion, that flaw is greatly remedied.
“And now, I feel closer to my dream than ever.
“If the Domain Master is willing to trust me—
“I will build for Fan Domain an assassin branch that will become famous throughout the world.”
Chen Fan sat quietly, studying the thin, pale youth before him with a complicated gaze.
Seventeen?
Seventeen and you founded the Temple of Godslayers, then tried to assassinate a Holy Land Elder?
Are you sure you’re not the protagonist here?
Who else founds a faction at seventeen and wins everyone’s loyalty?
“What’s your cultivation level now?”
“Level 7 Undead.”
“That’s not particularly high—yet you went to assassinate someone from the Holy Land? Are they really so defenseless?”
At the very least, Chen Fan didn’t believe a Level 7 Practitioner could infiltrate his Fan Domain and assassinate him.
“I was already a Level 7 Undead seven years ago.”
A trace of pride flickered across Shao Qiu’s face. “But during my captivity, the Holy Land extracted one of my souls, preventing me from advancing further.
“My proudest achievement was assassinating a Level 11 Martial King.
“The third Elder of the Holy Land was an Architect, not a true combatant.
“‘Undead’ are an extremely rare type of Special Practitioner—even rarer than Watchers in the Night or Architects. To this day, I’ve never met another Undead. Our kind has few unique abilities, but with every breakthrough, a martial technique related to assassination or stealth appears in our mind, instantly mastered at the highest level. The grade of the technique rises with each advancement.
“One such technique is called ‘Veiling the Heavens.’
“It sacrifices lifespan to render oneself undetectable by any means for a short period—including detection by buildings created by Architects and… Domain Master, the Shadow Array you placed outside the valley, as well as the ‘Sand Table’ over there.”
Chen Fan glanced at the Tianyan Sand Table on the stone table. “You’re quite knowledgeable. Are you saying you could sneak into Fan Domain without anyone noticing?”
“Not exactly.”
Shao Qiu shook his head. “While ‘Veiling the Heavens’ can evade those detection methods, it doesn’t make you invisible to the naked eye. Your cave is sealed, and the sinkhole in front is wide open—very difficult to enter unnoticed.
“Moreover, the stronger the detection, the more lifespan must be sacrificed. That time, I gave up fifty years of my life.
“I figured, after fifty, I’d be old anyway, and fame would mean little.
“So I gambled.
“But I was too reckless in my youth, and my intelligence on the Holy Land was flawed. I was discovered as soon as I snuck in, never even glimpsed the third Elder. I bypassed all building and treasure detection, but was sensed by a Spirit Beast using some unknown method.”
Chen Fan nodded thoughtfully. “That green-robed man who pinned you down earlier—do you know his cultivation?”
“Level 9 Practitioner, just shy of Martial King.”
“If I asked you to kill him, could you?”
“Not in a direct confrontation, but if it’s an assassination, I’d have an eighty percent chance.”
“Then why were you subdued today?”
“I…”
Shao Qiu looked embarrassed. “In the past, I’d have had a ninety percent chance. But after losing a soul, my power is greatly diminished, and my best methods work only at night.
“Also, he’s stronger than most Level 9 Practitioners—must have had some fortuitous encounter.”
“Could you destroy a Level 3 City Wall?”
“Huh?”
Shao Qiu looked confused. “Of course not. No assassin would try to destroy a Level 3 City Wall…”
Chen Fan considered, then produced the Soul Token and tossed it to Shao Qiu. “Here—your soul is yours again. Tomorrow, when the Wild Wolf Gang arrives, select ten people.
“Form the ‘Dark Pavilion.’
“You’ll be responsible for assassination, stealth, and intelligence gathering for Fan Domain.
“In a month, Fan Domain will host an auction for many major factions. By then, I want to see results. Until then, the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion is at the Dark Pavilion’s unlimited disposal.
“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll do everything in my power to provide it.”
“This…”
Shao Qiu stared down at the soul in his hands, unable to believe it. Then he looked up at Chen Fan, so close by, dazed by the trust being offered.
In all these years, he’d never considered killing Yu Ning’er.
No matter how fast he struck, all she had to do was think the thought and he would die. Nothing was faster than a thought.
And now, Chen Fan was right in front of him.
An Architect—
Not a formidable fighter himself.
If he wished, he could kill Chen Fan right now, claim the Soul Token, and be truly free.
But after a long breath, Shao Qiu knelt again, this time with genuine emotion. It was a trust he’d never known before. Bowing low, he said hoarsely, “Domain Master, rest assured—I will give my all to make Fan Domain’s Dark Pavilion renowned throughout the world!”
Freedom was precious.
But compared to freedom, achieving his lifelong dream meant even more. And this Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion brought him closer to that dream than ever before.
“Go rest.”
Chen Fan gripped his jade cane, smiling calmly. “I look forward to that day as well.”
“Yes!”
Shao Qiu stood and nodded vigorously. As he turned to leave, he hesitated, then asked, “Domain Master, weren’t you afraid I might try to kill you just now? At such close range…”
“There are many who want me dead.”
Chen Fan stood, leaning on his cane as he walked toward his room, speaking casually without looking back. “But I’m still alive—and they’re all dead. Let Crippled Monkey show you around Fan Domain tonight.
“From now on, we’re all family.”
Shao Qiu watched Chen Fan’s departing figure in silence.
Chen Fan, like him, was still young.
Yet the courage and confidence Chen Fan displayed left him feeling inadequate. He had once begged for his life in tears, but Chen Fan could simply toss away the Soul Token that controlled him, as if to say—
You can run if you wish. Even without you, Fan Domain will have a Dark Pavilion.
But without Fan Domain, you’ll spend your days as a rat in the gutter.
He glanced again at the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion.
After seven stagnant years in the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals, his old ambition reignited—he would build an assassin organization known throughout the world. Only in Fan Domain could he realize that dream.
He crushed the Soul Token in his hand.
In that instant—
His soul returned.
Shao Qiu closed his eyes, feeling his cultivation, suppressed for seven years, surge and rise swiftly, stopping at the peak of Level 9—a step away from Martial King.
Level 10 Practitioner: Martial King.
“A true monster…”
Back in his room, Chen Fan lay on his bed, gazing at the ceiling and murmuring to himself. He knew there were all kinds of Special Practitioners in this world—Watchers in the Night, Architects, and more.
Such talents could rarely be earned by effort alone.
Everything depended on the first Ghoststone you absorbed—if you awakened, you awakened. If not, there’d never be another chance.
No amount of hard work could change it.
It was pure luck.
No matter how hard you tried, an ordinary person could never become an Architect.
This was the first time he’d heard of the “Undead.” Every advancement brought a new assassination technique, instantly comprehended to perfection—the highest level.
A monster indeed.
You never had to study martial techniques—just keep cultivating, and your combat power would always reign supreme at your level.
No wonder he could found the Temple of Godslayers at seventeen.
Wait—
A sudden realization struck him. In this world, you could only absorb Ghoststones and awaken at sixteen. This guy awakened as an Undead at sixteen, founded the Temple of Godslayers at seventeen, and in that same year attempted to assassinate a Holy Land Elder—then spent seven years as a prisoner?
He advanced from Level 1 to Level 7 in a single year?
Translation by: WeebsreadπΉ
Nameless Mountain.
Tonight, Nameless Mountain was livelier than ever.
The entire group camped outside the cavern, making do with hastily built wooden shelters. Everyone slept on the ground for now; proper accommodations would be arranged tomorrow, along with a headcount and the assignment of roles.
They’d brought back quite a haul this time.
Bolts of cloth, supplies, and more.
Inside Cave #1, Chen Fan stood before the Level 5 Living Workshop. He spent 2,000 Ghoststones to upgrade it to Level 6, then another 5,000 Ghoststones to reach Level 7.
With each upgrade, the Living Workshop no longer offered new “Upgrade Paths.” But every level unlocked new items for crafting.
This time, having leapt two levels at once, he gained four more unique daily-use items.
More importantly, with the Living Workshop at Level 7—
He could finally use the Green Grade Treasure, "Cloud Cloth," to craft robes. These finished garments would boast the defensive power of a Level 1 city wall.
An extraordinary feat.
Tonight, Xiao Qiu was busier than ever.
He had to measure everyone’s height and build, then rush to tailor “Fan Domain” standard robes for each person. Most of tonight’s arrivals hailed from the Qiuhe Wang Clan, with a few from the Chen family of Jiangbei.
The Wild Wolf Gang was still en route from Jiangbei City and would arrive tomorrow.
“Speak.”
After upgrading the workshop, Chen Fan summoned Shao Qiu to Cave #1. In recent days, Shao Qiu was the only outsider granted entry here.
As soon as he stepped inside—
Shao Qiu’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to a structure deep within the cave: the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion. Through its open doors, the black jade floor gleamed under a pale blue glow from countless luminous stalactites overhead, casting cold light and forming a mysterious array across the stone.
At a glance, it seemed a place fit for immortals.
“Th-this… this is the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion!”
Shao Qiu froze, eyes wide, voice trembling with disbelief.
“How… How is this possible?”
“What’s the matter?”
By the farmland, Chen Fan sat at a table, sipping tea. Noticing Shao Qiu’s line of sight, he asked casually, “Doesn’t the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals have one?”
“They do.”
Shao Qiu was speechless for a long moment before muttering, “I was a prisoner in the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals for seven years.
“Five years ago—
“The Holy Land launched a secret operation, costing them dearly. Many died. Not long after, a ‘Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion’ appeared within their domain.
“It increases cultivation speed by tenfold, and comprehension of martial techniques as well.
“You know, a regular training room only offers threefold speed.
“But—”
“The Holy Land’s Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion has never been upgraded. The building is just too rare. No one could figure out the materials needed for further upgrades. They scoured every ancient text, tried all sorts of materials—nothing worked.”
In truth—
Even after witnessing Fan Domain’s rise, Shao Qiu hadn’t thought much of its prospects. Jiangbei was too small, and most factions born in such places faded quickly.
He simply wanted to survive.
But after seeing this Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion, his worldview had been shattered.
Despite his grudge against the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals—
He had to admit, it was a formidable force. They’d paid a steep price to obtain their Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion—yet Fan Domain had one, too?
Chen Fan smiled faintly, raising his cup, but said nothing.
Naturally, they couldn’t see the Status interface, so they had no idea what materials were needed for upgrades.
But the Status interface made it clear:
“To upgrade to Level 5, 5,000 Ghoststones and one Sea Seed are required.”
So, the key was a “Sea Seed.”
Most likely something akin to a Mountain Seed.
He just hadn’t found a way to obtain one yet.
“I know how to upgrade it.”
Chen Fan made no attempt to conceal the truth, setting down his teacup and leaning back to look at Shao Qiu. His voice was soft: “With this building, could you quickly train a team skilled in assassination, stealth, and intelligence gathering for me?”
“One day—
“You might even lead a group to attack the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals yourself.
“Isn’t that a tempting thought?”
The man before him, dressed in white, looked young—perhaps twenty-five or twenty-six. He was thin, almost sickly, his face pale. At first, Chen Fan thought it was fear, but later realized this was simply Shao Qiu’s natural complexion.
He resembled someone with a chronic illness.
A long silence followed.
“Huu…”
At last, Shao Qiu took a deep breath, steadied himself, and knelt before Chen Fan. His voice was hoarse:
“Before I became a prisoner of the Holy Land, I founded a faction called the ‘Temple of Godslayers.’
“It was an assassin organization.
“One day, I accepted a high-paying mission: assassinate the third Elder of the Holy Land. If I succeeded, the Temple of Godslayers would become famous across the land!
“I was orphaned young, but by chance awakened as a Special Practitioner—an ‘Undead.’
“My only dream was to found an assassin order that would be renowned everywhere.
“That year, I was seventeen.
“Proud and arrogant, I failed the assassination and became a prisoner of the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals.
“But—
“The reason I chose to serve the Holy Land wasn’t just coercion—I truly loved assassination and stealth.
“All these years, I’ve dreamed countless times of escaping and founding another assassin organization. But the greatest weakness of such groups is that subordinates cultivate and learn martial techniques far too slowly. With the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion, that flaw is greatly remedied.
“And now, I feel closer to my dream than ever.
“If the Domain Master is willing to trust me—
“I will build for Fan Domain an assassin branch that will become famous throughout the world.”
Chen Fan sat quietly, studying the thin, pale youth before him with a complicated gaze.
Seventeen?
Seventeen and you founded the Temple of Godslayers, then tried to assassinate a Holy Land Elder?
Are you sure you’re not the protagonist here?
Who else founds a faction at seventeen and wins everyone’s loyalty?
“What’s your cultivation level now?”
“Level 7 Undead.”
“That’s not particularly high—yet you went to assassinate someone from the Holy Land? Are they really so defenseless?”
At the very least, Chen Fan didn’t believe a Level 7 Practitioner could infiltrate his Fan Domain and assassinate him.
“I was already a Level 7 Undead seven years ago.”
A trace of pride flickered across Shao Qiu’s face. “But during my captivity, the Holy Land extracted one of my souls, preventing me from advancing further.
“My proudest achievement was assassinating a Level 11 Martial King.
“The third Elder of the Holy Land was an Architect, not a true combatant.
“‘Undead’ are an extremely rare type of Special Practitioner—even rarer than Watchers in the Night or Architects. To this day, I’ve never met another Undead. Our kind has few unique abilities, but with every breakthrough, a martial technique related to assassination or stealth appears in our mind, instantly mastered at the highest level. The grade of the technique rises with each advancement.
“One such technique is called ‘Veiling the Heavens.’
“It sacrifices lifespan to render oneself undetectable by any means for a short period—including detection by buildings created by Architects and… Domain Master, the Shadow Array you placed outside the valley, as well as the ‘Sand Table’ over there.”
Chen Fan glanced at the Tianyan Sand Table on the stone table. “You’re quite knowledgeable. Are you saying you could sneak into Fan Domain without anyone noticing?”
“Not exactly.”
Shao Qiu shook his head. “While ‘Veiling the Heavens’ can evade those detection methods, it doesn’t make you invisible to the naked eye. Your cave is sealed, and the sinkhole in front is wide open—very difficult to enter unnoticed.
“Moreover, the stronger the detection, the more lifespan must be sacrificed. That time, I gave up fifty years of my life.
“I figured, after fifty, I’d be old anyway, and fame would mean little.
“So I gambled.
“But I was too reckless in my youth, and my intelligence on the Holy Land was flawed. I was discovered as soon as I snuck in, never even glimpsed the third Elder. I bypassed all building and treasure detection, but was sensed by a Spirit Beast using some unknown method.”
Chen Fan nodded thoughtfully. “That green-robed man who pinned you down earlier—do you know his cultivation?”
“Level 9 Practitioner, just shy of Martial King.”
“If I asked you to kill him, could you?”
“Not in a direct confrontation, but if it’s an assassination, I’d have an eighty percent chance.”
“Then why were you subdued today?”
“I…”
Shao Qiu looked embarrassed. “In the past, I’d have had a ninety percent chance. But after losing a soul, my power is greatly diminished, and my best methods work only at night.
“Also, he’s stronger than most Level 9 Practitioners—must have had some fortuitous encounter.”
“Could you destroy a Level 3 City Wall?”
“Huh?”
Shao Qiu looked confused. “Of course not. No assassin would try to destroy a Level 3 City Wall…”
Chen Fan considered, then produced the Soul Token and tossed it to Shao Qiu. “Here—your soul is yours again. Tomorrow, when the Wild Wolf Gang arrives, select ten people.
“Form the ‘Dark Pavilion.’
“You’ll be responsible for assassination, stealth, and intelligence gathering for Fan Domain.
“In a month, Fan Domain will host an auction for many major factions. By then, I want to see results. Until then, the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion is at the Dark Pavilion’s unlimited disposal.
“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll do everything in my power to provide it.”
“This…”
Shao Qiu stared down at the soul in his hands, unable to believe it. Then he looked up at Chen Fan, so close by, dazed by the trust being offered.
In all these years, he’d never considered killing Yu Ning’er.
No matter how fast he struck, all she had to do was think the thought and he would die. Nothing was faster than a thought.
And now, Chen Fan was right in front of him.
An Architect—
Not a formidable fighter himself.
If he wished, he could kill Chen Fan right now, claim the Soul Token, and be truly free.
But after a long breath, Shao Qiu knelt again, this time with genuine emotion. It was a trust he’d never known before. Bowing low, he said hoarsely, “Domain Master, rest assured—I will give my all to make Fan Domain’s Dark Pavilion renowned throughout the world!”
Freedom was precious.
But compared to freedom, achieving his lifelong dream meant even more. And this Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion brought him closer to that dream than ever before.
“Go rest.”
Chen Fan gripped his jade cane, smiling calmly. “I look forward to that day as well.”
“Yes!”
Shao Qiu stood and nodded vigorously. As he turned to leave, he hesitated, then asked, “Domain Master, weren’t you afraid I might try to kill you just now? At such close range…”
“There are many who want me dead.”
Chen Fan stood, leaning on his cane as he walked toward his room, speaking casually without looking back. “But I’m still alive—and they’re all dead. Let Crippled Monkey show you around Fan Domain tonight.
“From now on, we’re all family.”
Shao Qiu watched Chen Fan’s departing figure in silence.
Chen Fan, like him, was still young.
Yet the courage and confidence Chen Fan displayed left him feeling inadequate. He had once begged for his life in tears, but Chen Fan could simply toss away the Soul Token that controlled him, as if to say—
You can run if you wish. Even without you, Fan Domain will have a Dark Pavilion.
But without Fan Domain, you’ll spend your days as a rat in the gutter.
He glanced again at the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion.
After seven stagnant years in the Holy Land of Slaughtering Immortals, his old ambition reignited—he would build an assassin organization known throughout the world. Only in Fan Domain could he realize that dream.
He crushed the Soul Token in his hand.
In that instant—
His soul returned.
Shao Qiu closed his eyes, feeling his cultivation, suppressed for seven years, surge and rise swiftly, stopping at the peak of Level 9—a step away from Martial King.
Level 10 Practitioner: Martial King.
“A true monster…”
Back in his room, Chen Fan lay on his bed, gazing at the ceiling and murmuring to himself. He knew there were all kinds of Special Practitioners in this world—Watchers in the Night, Architects, and more.
Such talents could rarely be earned by effort alone.
Everything depended on the first Ghoststone you absorbed—if you awakened, you awakened. If not, there’d never be another chance.
No amount of hard work could change it.
It was pure luck.
No matter how hard you tried, an ordinary person could never become an Architect.
This was the first time he’d heard of the “Undead.” Every advancement brought a new assassination technique, instantly comprehended to perfection—the highest level.
A monster indeed.
You never had to study martial techniques—just keep cultivating, and your combat power would always reign supreme at your level.
No wonder he could found the Temple of Godslayers at seventeen.
Wait—
A sudden realization struck him. In this world, you could only absorb Ghoststones and awaken at sixteen. This guy awakened as an Undead at sixteen, founded the Temple of Godslayers at seventeen, and in that same year attempted to assassinate a Holy Land Elder—then spent seven years as a prisoner?
He advanced from Level 1 to Level 7 in a single year?
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