"That's a promise! I will also tell you first when I learn anything about my dad!" Woodsy smiled like an innocent child. Her kind intentions hit will like a hurricane. He couldn't help but smile in return.

'I knew I made the right decision when I picked these guys. There is hope in their bodies and minds.'

"Alright then ladies, let's end this episode of Dr. Phil and get going. Follow me, we are almost there." Will grinned mischievously and walked forward. Woodsy followed behind obediently while Merlin looked at Will's back from the back.

'He looks like a fifteen-year-old but sometimes he makes me think otherwise.'

…

In space, high above the stratosphere, Adelda was getting a report from Tafi.

"Last but not least, It seems Arthur Dragonheart has obtained a shard of tetragranium."

Adelda frowned, "How did he achieve this?"

Tafi said, "He was sent to a 3 star hell mode dungeon and managed to clear it by himself." Each star in dungeons represented the difficulty in terms of maximum level that could gain experience. In a normal 3 star dungeon, only those below level 75 would gain anything of interest in such a dungeon, but unbeknownst to the masses, there were special dungeons!

A special dungeon was a dungeon that was made for the best possible user at that level in the universe. In other words, this particular dungeon was made for the level 75 user who was the best in hell.

Arthur was past level 125 and he was a sovereign with most of the planet's resources at his disposal, despite the level 75 cap, this was only according to the best possible user in hell at that point in time. Hell was home to the devil race. They were powerful but also had the ability to reproduce. They have their own realm for mortals. But all immortal realms were connected.

Devils were powerful and had the inherent ability to steal another being's cultivation. So, one could imagine that the combat ability of hell was high. Hell and our universe were both mortal realms, but of the two, hell was of a higher rank, and this meant a lot...

Adelda held her chin and said, "If it was level 75 in hell, it should be level 100 in this universe. That means at this point in time, Dragonheart has the ability to battle the strongest level one hundred user in this universe."

Tafi added, "Not only that, but he also did so without a high level cultivation or proper tutelage on intent. If he is this strong, then we can only assume Musashi is around the same level if not stronger. Not to mention Genesis… This planet is supposed to be a small low level world, how does it possess so many beings with such potential?"

"Only Lord Modus can answer that I'm afraid. So, will he use the metal?" asked Adelda.

"He is desperate to find the Identity of Peerless and have a discussion with the others regarding the inv- ehem, sorry, war that is about to happen. It is highly likely that he will convene a conclave."

Adelda sighed. Her primary mission was to observe Will, but his identity was about to be exposed. The girl had grown fond of the boy over the past 5 years. She secretly hoped that he would succeed because he had so much potential. If he was on an ordinary low level world he would be akin to a god already, but unfortunately, he wasn't the only freak Earth.

"Just what is the secret behind this planet," thought Adelda as she gazed at the planet below her. "Okay carry on. It will take a bit of time before Dragonheart is ready to use the tetragranium and use it to convene the conclave. Carefully observe him and report to me when he is just about to do it."

"Understood," said Tafi as she disappeared. Adelda had her gaze stuck on Will the whole time she had been talking to Tafi. She took her mission a bit too seriously, but Modus found it cute.

'Will, you need to get stronger faster! Time is running out!'

…

In a bar not that far from where Will and his gang were, a disheveled Ezra snored on the bar table without a care in the world. This bar was a hotspot for hunters who were looking for work. It just happened to be close to quite a few dungeons, so users of all sorts would visit. As this was the age of the system, it was not strange to have people dressed in bizarre ways. For the past 3 years, no one had been able to silence the hubbub of the large bar. Ezra stopped snoring and whispered, "Oh fuck me."

Next, one could hear the bear doors open. For the first time in 3 years the entire bar was silent. The owner was the bartender and he stretched his gaze to the cause of the sudden silence. Afterall, he was proud of that 3-year record. It was like a small victory for him. Now it was ruined, by someone who seemed to be a Tibetan Monk.

The man was young, early twenties at most. His eyes were open and naive, just like a newborn baby. He was dressed in orange and yellow garbs. In his arms was a strange broom. The bristles were made from dried up grass and stuck together to a tree branch that could barely be called straight. Every step he took the man would make the butt of the broom hit the ground lightly. With each hit came sounds of jingling. Sometimes it sounded like the chimes of a bell, sometimes it sounded like old rusty cans bumping into each other. It was ever-changing but always caught the ear.

The young man smiled and greeted everyone upon his walk. He was very polite and made everyone there feel at ease. Well, everyone except one. Eventually, he arrived at his intended seat, causing people to start talking. What was a monk doing in a bar? The hubbub continued as too many strange things were now happening daily. An alcoholic monk was only slightly amusing.

Genesis took his seat next to the disheveled Ezra. Ezra stretched and yawned, "Hey Boss, what can I do you for?"