I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Chapter398-A New Task
Vincent knew that a secret realm was bound to have a main quest, or at the very least, a requirement to slay a certain number of monsters before they could be released.

However, there were no monsters in sight; every NPC had a green name.

This left him feeling a bit perplexed.

In such a situation, killing a green-named NPC might bring about unnecessary consequences.

“No need to worry,” John said calmly.

“This likely has something to do with the upcoming tribal war. As long as we emerge victorious in that conflict, the passage out of the secret realm should open.”

Vincent was surprised to hear John say this, as he had no idea where this task had come from.

John couldn’t very well reveal that he had a system guiding him, so he simply smiled and said, “When I was disguised as the Divine Envoy, I overheard their conversation. It seems to be connected to this.”

After hearing John’s explanation, Vincent nodded in understanding.

“Alright, I get it now. But I still don’t know where the others have gone. This could be dangerous.”

If they were in the same tribe, they might be able to cooperate and make things easier.

But if they ended up in different tribes, it would be a whole different story.

If they became adversaries within the tribes, things could get very interesting indeed.

“You’ve been here for so long and still haven’t seen any sign of your teammates,” John remarked.

Vincent heard this and couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless himself.

He glanced down at his own appearance.

“Look at me—I barely recognize myself, let alone expect others to. If you saw me like this, would you dare to recognize me?”

John couldn’t help but laugh.

To be honest, he probably wouldn’t.

If it weren’t for a system notification earlier, he wouldn’t have realized that his teammate was right beside him.

It was truly absurd.

“Don’t worry,” John reassured him.

“With the way I’ve been drawing attention, if our teammate is in this tribe, he’ll definitely come looking for me.”

“If he doesn’t show up, it likely means he’s in one of the other two tribes. Let’s just hope nothing goes wrong when the time comes.”

The two exchanged a glance, each understanding what the other was implying.

Victor’s situation was still dire.

He had been unconscious since they arrived, and no one knew what might happen next.

In a primitive tribe like this, being unconscious was essentially a death sentence.

It meant he had no combat ability and couldn’t contribute anything of value to the tribe.

He might be abandoned outright or even traded away for something else.

Both of them were deeply concerned, but there wasn’t much they could do about it now.

They could only keep a close watch and check the other tribes when the time came.

John had some additional thoughts stirring in his mind.

As he was now appearing as the envoy of a god, it meant that in the upcoming war, he would be expected to lead the charge.

“You’re now a member of this tribe. Can you sense what these runes in your body are all about?”

John didn’t speak aloud; instead, he used hand gestures to convey his meaning, as he had noticed that his room also contained runes.

Though they were subtle, almost hidden, he had spotted them on the plates, where they seemed to serve the simple purpose of preserving fruit.

But John wasn’t willing to let his guard down.

What if these runes were actually being used for surveillance?

Vincent’s eyes flashed briefly before he began to concentrate, only to reveal a helpless expression after a moment.

“My body is too weak right now. There’s only a rune that seems to be enhancing my physical strength a bit, nothing more,” he gestured in response.

John’s face showed a look of understanding, and new thoughts began to form in his mind.

These runes seemed to provide enhancements to the body, much like their own potions.

Although these runes couldn’t compare to the potency of their alchemists’ concoctions, they had the advantage of having no cooldown time.

Their potions, while powerful, required a long cooldown before they could be used again.

It wasn’t possible to consume many in a short period.

In that sense, the runes had their own merits.

This led John to consider: if he placed their enhancement potions in the secret realm, could he perhaps create something akin to the effect of these runes?

His thoughts began to race.

If he was going to present himself as a Divine Envoy, he needed to be exceptional.

“Alright, it’s getting late. You should get some rest,” John said, watching Vincent nod subtly in agreement.

After the room fell silent, in another part of the settlement, the High Priest slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clan leader beside him.

“It seems your child has indeed caught the favor of the Divine Envoy,” the High Priest remarked.

The clan leader’s face displayed a knowing expression, and a slight, satisfied smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

“If the Divine Envoy favors him, it will be a blessing for the child. Who knows, you might receive something extraordinary in return.”

The High Priest, whose face was as dry and wrinkled as orange peel, let out a faint smile before closing his eyes again.

“In that case, we will launch a surprise attack on the Panther Tribe in two days.”

The clan leader’s expression shifted to one of concern upon hearing this.

“High Priest, isn’t that too risky? After all, the other two tribes each have their own beasts, and we are comparatively weaker.”

Even with the help of the Divine Envoy, the Envoy wasn’t omnipotent.

The High Priest chuckled, giving the clan leader a meaningful look.

“They may have beasts, but can’t our Divine Envoy control beasts as well?”

“And since the one chosen by the gods has descended specifically upon our tribe, we are destined to achieve victory.”

The clan leader froze for a moment, then a look of ecstatic realization spread across his face.

Of course!

If someone chosen by the gods had come to their tribe, it meant they were truly the children of the divine.

Under such circumstances, victory was assured, with no possibility of failure.

“Let’s not inform the Divine Envoy about this just yet,” the High Priest suddenly remarked as the clan leader was about to leave.

The clan leader paused briefly and turned back, looking at the High Priest with a hint of confusion as to why he would say such a thing.

“If he truly is a messenger of the gods, then he must be all-knowing. Perhaps we can catch our enemies off guard by keeping this to ourselves,” the High Priest explained.

“Besides, if we inform the Divine Envoy, the plan might become too obvious.”

If that man claimed to be a divine messenger, he must surely possess divine powers and abilities.

At the same time…

They could also test whether this man was truly as powerful as he claimed, to see if he could help them win a battle without any prior preparation!

The expressions on both of their faces began to shift, their lips curling into subtle smiles.

Meanwhile, John remained unaware that plans were slowly being devised against him.

But even if he knew, he wouldn’t be concerned—after all, summoning a few beasts was a trivial matter.

These so-called beasts were merely his summoned creatures, with no real life signs.

They felt no pain, they couldn’t die, and if they dissipated, he could simply summon another.

Meanwhile, in another tribe, two figures sat in a pigsty, looking utterly defeated.

Silver Tear and Victor exchanged glances, each wiping their face in resignation.

To be honest, they had seen tough situations before, but never anything as miserable as this.

After entering the secret realm, the two of them had somehow ended up reuniting in a pigsty.