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The Rise of the Black Plain

Minos Stuart is a regular young nobleman with average abilities and limited prospects for his future. However, just as he was about to embark on his cultivation journey, he suffered a severe injury that left him on the brink of death! Nevertheless, a stroke of luck befalls Minos as a fragment of the soul from an ancient specialist recognizes him, giving him a chance of one in a billion. This opportunity will open up a new and exciting path for Minos, filled with risks and thrilling experiences, as he gathers the strength to keep a promise and pursue his own ambitions! *** Notice: This is a fantasy story and, as such, is not related to any fact of reality. Disclaimer: I don't own the cover; if its original creator wants me to take down or put credit, leave a message in any chapter, and I'll do it as soon as possible. https://discord.gg/4437dvvk9x

RVN_1998 · Fantasy
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Peace

Two months passed in the blink of an eye...

After Minos arrived in the capital of the Flaming Empire, he spent his days quietly in this city, sometimes having fun with Isabella, often training with local leaders.

He had not gone to the Spatial Kingdom in this period so as not to be absent nor draw attention to what he had in a place with many prying eyes.

But even so, he had improved his cultivation a little, as Payton was still a place with a higher density of spiritual energy than the capital of the Black Plain Empire.

One couldn't compare this place to the Spatial Kingdom, but it wasn't bad for training for just a few weeks.

In any case, Minos would not change levels in a short time, so nothing of great relevance to him or the local forces happened in this period.

Mortimer was still planning his moves with meetings with leaders of organizations in the empire, being careful, as Minos had expected.