Under the watchful guidance of an experienced soldier
Long Su was ushered through the labyrinthine corridors of the city's military headquarters
his presence within those hallowed halls a testament to the triumph he had wrought in the face of overwhelming adversity.
With each step, the weight of expectation grew, an unseen burden that bore down upon his shoulders as the echoes of their footfalls reverberated through the silent halls.
As they approached the imposing iron door that marked their destination
the distant echoes of impassioned discourse reached their ears, a cacophony of voices imbued with a fervor that spoke of the gravity of the gathering within.
Long Su cast a questioning glance towards his escort
only to be met with a stoic countenance that betrayed no hint of surprise at the discord that lay beyond the threshold.
As the door swung open, Long Su's gaze swept across the assembled gathering
a mosaic of diverse factions and interests united in their admiration and gratitude for the young hero who stood before them.
Amidst the sea of expectant faces, an elderly figure in military garb drew Long Su's attention
his eyes closed in a moment of quiet contemplation amidst the tumult that swirled around him.
The aged military man rose, his eyes locking upon Long Su as he spoke with a voice that resonated with heartfelt gratitude.
"Student Long Su, at last, we are graced with the presence of our valiant young hero," he declared, his words imbued with a profound sense of reverence.
"On behalf of the families of the five students and my own foolish son, I offer my sincerest gratitude for your selfless acts of bravery."
Overwhelmed by the unexpected veneration bestowed upon him
Long Su could only stand in mute astonishment as the old man bowed his head in deference.
Sensing the young hero's uncertainty, Fu Mu, the guild manager, quickly interjected.
"Student Su, your valor is truly a beacon of inspiration for us all, an example for future generations to aspire towards,"
he proclaimed, his praise a reflection of the admiration that pervaded the chamber.
A chorus of similar sentiments arose from the gathered assembly; their words were a harmonious tribute to Long Su's indomitable spirit and courage.
At last, Captain Teng Ling, the leader of the city's defense forces, sought to harness Long Su's experiences for the greater good.
"Student Long Su, would you be so kind as to recount the events that transpired during your perilous journey?" He implored
his request a gentle prod for the young hero to divulge the untold stories of his trials and triumphs.
With a solemn nod, Long Su began to weave the tale of his odyssey, his words painting a vivid tapestry of bravery and determination.
He spoke of his daring rescue of the students, the harrowing battles that ensued, and the eventual conquest of the barbarian village that had served as their sanctuary until the waning moments of the dungeon's existence.
As the echoes of Long Su's story reverberated throughout the chamber, the gathered assembly listened in rapt attention.
A sense of intrigue pervaded the chamber as the old man's words hung heavy in the air
the revelation of Long Su's remarkable achievements eliciting a mixture of admiration and curiosity from those assembled.
The notion that this young hero had not only awakened his lord seed but had also cultivated a city in the span of a mere weeks was a feat that defied the realm of possibility
a testament to a potential that far exceeded even the most optimistic expectations.
The atmosphere within the room shifted as the gathered representatives regarded Long Su with renewed interest
their gazes probing and appraising as they silently weighed the implications of his extraordinary accomplishments.
In that moment, the young hero found himself at the center of a silent yet fierce competition
as each faction present vied for the opportunity to claim him as their own.
The teachers, their pride in their respective universities palpable, sought to extol the virtues of their institutions
eager to sway Long Su towards their particular sphere of influence.
The military forces, recognizing the raw potential inherent in the young hero, were prepared to bestow upon him a position of honor- leader a tantalizing offer accompanied by the promise of a prestigious military record.
Not to be outdone, the guild forces quickly moved to emphasize the myriad benefits and advantages that awaited Long Su should he choose to align himself with their ranks.
As the silent battle for influence raged, the room was charged with an energy that crackled like lightning, each faction poised to strike at the opportune moment.
Despite the intensity of the unspoken conflict that swirled around him, Long Su remained silent
his gaze steady and resolute as he met the expectant eyes of those gathered.
It was at this precise moment that the old man in military garb, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, posed a question that commanded the attention of all present.
"Little Jin has informed me that your summoned units are skeletons, yet they look unlike any skeleton we have previously encountered," the old man declared, his words dripping with fascination and intrigue.
"Would you be willing to demonstrate your summoning abilities?"
The word's hung in the air, a deadly silence covering the room as Long Su stood poised at the center of a storm of intrigue and expectation.
The eyes of the assembly were fixed upon him, each individual eager to see why the skeleton was considered a level 0 unit that everyone disliked.
'It look like Xie Jin family background isn't simply, for all this people to allow this old man to site in the mildly of the room '
' when he speak the others will not dare to speak '
With a sense of stoic composure, Long Su acquiesced to the request, his hands moving with a practiced grace as he called forth the manifestations of his power.
From the shadowy recesses of the ethereal plane, the skeletal slave materialized, its form eliciting little more than a passing interest from the seasoned individuals that populated the chamber.
The bony figure was, after all, a common denizen of the undead domain; its presence was an all-too-familiar sight for those well-versed in the dark arts.
Yet, as the onlookers prepared to dismiss the spectacle as mundane, a second figure began to coalesce, its form shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue.
As the veil of shadow parted, the skeleton militia was revealed, its very presence commanding the undivided attention of those gathered.
The air crackled with palpable energy as all eyes were drawn to the imposing figure
its stature and aura in stark contrast to the comparatively diminutive skeletal slave.
The soul colors that swirled around the skeleton militia were a mesmerizing kaleidoscope
their brilliance and depth were a testament to the potency of Long Su's summoning abilities.
More striking still was the thickness of the creature's bones, a feature that even the most cursory of examinations would reveal to be a full twofold increase when compared to its lesser counterpart.
It was in this moment of revelation that Captain Teng Ling, unable to contain his fascination, gave voice to the question that burned within the minds of all present.
"At what level did you first summon these skeletal militia beings?"
He inquired, his tone a blend of reverence and curiosity.
Long Su, his demeanor composed amidst the torrent of interest and scrutiny, offered a simple, direct response. "First level," he replied, his words carrying a weight of pride.
The implications of Long Su's revelation were not lost on those assembled, as the gulf between summoning a level 0 and a level 1 creature was vast and unyielding.
For a level 0 unit to transcend the limitations of its birth and ascend to the hallowed realm of level 1, a feat that required nothing short of a miracle or very expensive price of faith and rare material
But the level 1 units, with hard work, can advance to level 3.
If skeleton militias have a string of level 3 in the future, it will be a new type of mass production that can be used in level 6 and 7 lord's battlefield.
This information was a stark contrast to the relative ease with which higher-level beings could cultivate their power.
In light of this knowledge, the true significance of Long Su's skeletal militia became abundantly clear.