A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5340

“A little,” Lyra admitted, nodding once.

“Then let me ease it.” Jared's hand settled with careful pressure, kneading away the lingering ache with slow, steady circles.

Lyra had meant to protest, but the gentle warmth of his touch sent a soothing tremor through her limbs. Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the quiet comfort they shared.

After some time, Jared found his hand dripping wet. There and then, he knew it was time to take things to the next level.

Accompanied by Lyra's soft moan, Jared thrust inside.

At first light, a pale silver washed over Sword Sect's square. Disciples gathered in orderly rows, their breath fogging the chill dawn.

Corin, Ararat, and Kishor stood at the fore. Dozens of Sword Sect disciples formed ranks behind them. Lyra waited at Corin's side, fingers white around a small cloth bundle. Though her eyes brimmed with longing, she refused to let a single tear fall.

Jared and Flaxseed stepped into the square's center clad in fresh robes, travel packs slung across their backs—each pouch heavy with potions and resources.

Jared stepped forward, cloak stirring around his boots like a dark plume of smoke, and offered Corin a deep, formal bow. When he straightened, his voice carried the weight of the oath he was about to take. “Master Morden, Flaxseed and I are setting out for level six, and there is no telling when we might return. All of Sword Sect's affairs will rest on your shoulders until that day comes,” he said with careful reverence.

Corin answered with a quiet nod. Then, moving with the calm precision of an elder who had weathered centuries of storms, he drew a jade vial from his item pouch and pressed it into Jared's hand. “Inside are thirty Focus Pill,” he said, his tone low yet firm. “During battle, they will steady your spirit and shield you from demonic energy. Level six seethes with hidden blades. Keep yourself alive.”

Jared accepted the vial as though it were a crystal cradling starlight, both hands closing around it with solemn gratitude. “My thanks, Master Morden,” he said, each syllable weighted with respect.

Turning next to Flaxseed, Corin produced an item pouch, its drawstring embroidered with silver runes. “Mr. Flaxseed, these are prime materials for charms. You're an expert in charm spells, so these might come in handy.”

Flaxseed's grin flashed like a torch in mist. “Much obliged, Corin! Once I've recovered my family members' divine souls, I'll be back to drain a few flasks with you—count on it.”

Stepping forward with a time-worn map spread across both hands, Ararat said, “Mr. Chance, the chessboard of level six is nothing like the simpler games we play on level five. Celestial Palace's Sixth Hall has a strong foundation there. When you arrive, seek Abbot Infinides at Roaring Storm Church. You two share history—he will not refuse you. Beyond that lies a place called Celestia, populated entirely by celestial cultivators. Celestial Palace's Sixth Hall draws its strength from the same lineage. Should you strike at the hall, be prepared. Celestia may well extend its hand.”

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