"I've heard others speak of you—Miss Ruosui Jing, widely acknowledged as a Valkyrie. Truly, your abilities astonish me." The Porcelain King's stubby fingers held a marble, its gentle toss creating a crisp porcelain clink. He spoke to Ruosui Jing in a shrill, deliberate tone.
Academy teachers had called him a powerful Central Bureau figure—one even the dean bowed to. Yet this big shot had specifically requested her. Ruosui Jing felt a flicker of surprise but no shock. The deeper she mastered her Valkyrie power, the stronger the might awaiting her at life's end felt.
Commanding legions of Heroic Spirits!
Wielding the strength of nine armies!
The battlefield's most radiant bloom—invincible, unstoppable Valkyrie! Given time, Ruosui Jing alone could erase every Dire Calamity on Earth. No exaggeration—her Valkyrie power truly reached that height.
"Your Majesty flatters me. I'm merely a junior before you," Ruosui Jing replied. Though his shrill voice grated on her, she suppressed her usual arrogance. Truthfully, she dared not—the Nameless female Heroic Spirit within screamed warnings. This smiling porcelain doll radiated lethal danger.
Fortunately, the Porcelain King showed no malice or special interest. His visit felt like routine duty.
"Good, good. Humble and patient—you outshine many disrespectful juniors," he said, his porcelain eyes sweeping over her. It was as if he saw the wary peerless archer coiled inside her. "I apologize for taking your time, Miss Ruosui. I hold a keepsake from a deceased friend. Lately, seeing it makes me grieve—he died too soon, unable to fight Dire Calamities."
"Born here, died here. My condolences, Your Majesty."
No arrogance, no condescension—he seemed an ordinary hero. He toyed with his marble, voice thick with nostalgia as he briefly shared memories of his friend.
Ruosui Jing gradually calmed as their talk smoothed out.
This "big shot" the dean praised was oddly easygoing, ignoring her minor slips in manners. He kept mentioning his friend and her Valkyrie power, subtly closing the gap. His gentle act made refusal unthinkable—it would shame him outright.
After careful timing, the Porcelain King revealed his true purpose at Hero Academy:
To invite Ruosui Jing into a plan!
A top-secret program—the God Making Plan—for S-Class potential holders only. Facing a perilous future, the Superhero Administration aimed to forge invincible heroes.
"...The Administration gathered national elites to craft this for talents like you. Miss Ruosui, your Valkyrie power makes you the prime candidate. Rest assured—it won't harm you. If my friend becomes your Heroic Spirit, it's a priceless gift," he smiled, the marble dancing between his fingers. He'd given her ample face. If this junior refused, an unripe genius meant nothing to the Bureau.
"God Making... May I ask which fallen hero your friend was?"
Ruosui Jing burned with curiosity. She welcomed the plan—her Valkyrie power craved heroes' relics. Living heroes rarely shared abilities willingly; the Valkyrie's influence weighed heavily on commanders.
From his words, she sensed his absolute confidence. He believed the deceased, reborn as a Heroic Spirit, would dominate the God Making Plan.
"Him? Aren't you all raised on his Legend? His deeds could fill days of talk. Visit the library or watch hero documentaries, Miss Ruosui," the Porcelain King said, dropping the bombshell with a triumphant smile.
Every new-gen hero grew up on that Legend. Under the Administration's relentless propaganda, he'd become a symbol—the embodiment of heroic yearning.
Ruosui Jing instantly lost composure!
Her idol. Her lifelong pursuit. The one who wrought miracles throughout human history—a Legend so noble all revered him! To truly harness that concluded Legend... it would be her life's peak!
"Really? That Lord?!" she stammered, overwhelmed. Her voice dripped with reverence; even speaking his name felt disrespectful.
"Indeed. I fought beside him—I hold his relic," the Porcelain King chuckled, reining in the power he'd prepared to cripple Liuhua Jing if refused.
I should thank that friend...
Dead so long, yet still warming the world. Hahaha! A mocking smirk curled his lips as he handed Ruosui Jing a pure white porcelain tile.
"Decide within three days. Crush this token, and someone will fetch you. Prepare your Valkyrie power—the strongest hero's burden won't be light... I congratulate you in advance on gaining a mighty warrior for your Heroic Spirit army."
General Zhao remained General Zhao. They couldn't touch that invincible Legend—but crushing a little girl? Simple.
If Ruosui Jing restrained the Heroic Spirit, even revived, they'd fear nothing.
Watching her joyful face, the Porcelain King's hidden scorn deepened. In this world, no free lunches existed. This naive fool was disgustingly gullible.
