Chapter 245: Vulkara’s New Destiny Revealed
Damian swallowed every recovery pill and medicine he could get his hands on to fully heal his body. Since he was already inside his own room, there was no reason to hold back.
Once his condition recovered enough, he pushed himself off the bed and went to wash up.
He had just returned from the Sword Tomb, passed through a brutal reward fusion, and collapsed unconscious, so his current appearance was honestly fucking terrible.
A while later, Damian finally came back clean and changed into a fresh robe, looking somewhat human again.
He sat back down on the bed and was about to rest when he suddenly remembered something. "Wait a minute..."
His eyes shifted toward the system interface. "I can see their stories based on favorability, right?"
Damian immediately became interested.
He turned toward the system and smiled. "Then let me see Vulkara’s current story. Her destiny should have changed a lot by now, especially considering how ridiculously high her multiplier became."
The moment he finished speaking, the system screen changed.
The familiar interface expanded before his eyes, and images gradually appeared across it until it looked almost like a movie playing directly in front of him.
A movie about Vulkara.
Damian leaned back and watched carefully. At first, he thought he already knew how the story would go.
In the original path, without Damian interfering, Vulkara should have died sometime after being framed by Fionel and chased out of the Great Flame Sect.
At least, that was what Damian had always assumed.
Surprisingly, the scene unfolding before him showed something completely different.
Someone other than Damian had saved her, and surprisingly, that person was a woman.
Judging from her robes, sword, and aura, she was clearly a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The swordswoman had only been passing through the area, but when she saw Vulkara cornered and nearly being defiled by the people chasing her, her expression immediately turned cold.
Without hesitation, she intervened and saved her.
By the time everything ended, Vulkara was kneeling on the ground and breathing heavily, her clothes messy and her body covered in injuries.
Vulkara’s voice was hoarse, but she forced herself to speak. "Thank you..."
She hesitated briefly before forcing herself to continue. "But... can you help me?"
Vulkara’s condition at the time had changed her personality somewhat.
The fiery stubbornness was still there, but after everything she had experienced, she had become much more serious and cautious.
The swordswoman looked down at her. "What do you mean?"
Vulkara suddenly grabbed the edge of the woman’s sleeve. "Please... can you take me away from here?"
She gritted her teeth and forced the words out. "I was framed. Someone used me as a scapegoat, and now they’re chasing me."
The swordswoman quietly studied her for several breaths. Eventually, she nodded.
Things like betrayal, framing, and disciples being used as scapegoats were hardly unheard of in the cultivation world.
She had no way of knowing whether Vulkara’s entire story was true, but leaving an injured young woman alone after saving her would have been pointless.
She finally brought Vulkara to a city near the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Once they arrived, the woman was even kind enough to leave her some money before continuing on her own journey.
Vulkara thanked her repeatedly, and from that moment on, she began living alone in the city.
Just like the Vulkara Damian knew, however, she refused to simply give up because her life had gone to shit.
Instead, she searched for something she could actually do. Eventually, she became interested in blacksmithing.
At first, almost none of the local smiths wanted to accept her.
She had no proper experience, no reputation, and looked more like an angry runaway cultivator than someone who belonged beside a forge.
Vulkara stubbornly begged for a chance anyway.
One blacksmith eventually agreed, mostly because he assumed she would last a few days before giving up.
To everyone’s surprise, she endured. She endured the heat, the exhausting labor, the burns, the heavy lifting, and the endless hammering.
More importantly, she became good at it.
Eventually, Vulkara stopped being merely an assistant and officially became a blacksmith herself.
One day, a blacksmith from the Heavenly Sword Sect happened to arrive in the city.
While visiting one of the local forging workshops, the old man noticed something unusual.
A young woman was standing before the furnace, swinging a hammer with enough aggression to make it look like the metal had personally insulted her entire family.
The old blacksmith became interested almost immediately.
After observing her work for some time, he laughed and decided to take her in, joking that his forge could use a girl to make the place a little livelier, especially since female blacksmiths were so rare.
Just like that, Vulkara entered the Heavenly Sword Sect’s blacksmith hall.
Damian rubbed his chin as he watched the scene. "So even without me... she still ended up coming here?"
The movie continued.
Vulkara’s days inside the blacksmith hall were surprisingly ordinary.
Day after day, she slowly improved her craft through sheer persistence.
However, as time passed, news from the Great Flame Sect continued reaching her.
Fionel had become famous.
She had risen into the ranks of the Great Flame Sect’s core disciples and became known as the genius who had recovered and completed one of the sect’s precious cultivation arts.
Every piece of news struck Vulkara like another hammer blow to the chest. Because the entire world was praising the wrong fucking person.
Her current life at the Heavenly Sword Sect was not bad. She had food, safety, a place to forge, and people who actually recognized her ability.
Yet her hatred toward Fionel never disappeared.
Whenever she heard that the woman who had stolen from her, framed her, and destroyed her life was now living brilliantly, Vulkara’s blood boiled.
Unknown to her, that growing anger and resentment were causing something hidden deep inside her body to stir.
Something was slowly awakening within Vulkara, but she didn’t notice it at all.
Even if she had, she probably wouldn’t have cared. There was something far more important occupying her mind now.
She wanted revenge. She wanted to take back everything that bitch had stolen from her, no matter what it took.
But to make that happen, she needed strength. And that was why she pushed herself even harder.
Eventually, the old blacksmith who had brought her into the Heavenly Sword Sect revealed one of the sect’s secrets to her.
The Sword Tomb.
Despite its name, the Sword Tomb did not contain only swords. Countless powerful weapons had accumulated there over the sect’s long history.
The moment she heard that, her eyes shone with excitement. She desperately needed a weapon if she ever wanted to take revenge on Fionel.
The Sword Tomb sounded like the perfect place to find one, one that was truly compatible with her.
From that day onward, Vulkara pushed herself even harder.
She forged until her hands were covered in burns and calluses. She trained her cultivation whenever she was not standing before a furnace.
Eventually, all that effort paid off.
Vulkara managed to earn one of the limited places to enter the Sword Tomb.
On the day it opened, she stepped through the massive stone entrance alongside the other disciples.
The instant her foot crossed into the Sword Tomb... the movie abruptly froze.
Damian blinked in confusion. What happened?
A system notification suddenly appeared across the screen.
[Current Favorability Is Insufficient To Continue Viewing Vulkara’s Destiny Story.]