Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom

"That was a wonderful place, despite all the annoying things that could happen there. At least, it was much better than here..." Enzo reminisced.

Freya listened quietly, but she was somewhat puzzled.

She spoke up, "Such a place doesn't exist in the barren mountain region. I haven't been to other areas, but nowhere matches what you describe. Everyone there had enough to eat, and wore colorful clothes. How is that possible?"

Enzo smiled faintly without arguing.

In this world, despite the existence of incredible supernatural powers, societal development, in Enzo's eyes, was extremely primitive.

It was a pity, he couldn't go back.

Enzo sighed, turning to Freya. "What about you?"

It was a common courtesy, but Freya fell silent once again.

Enzo noticed for the first time that this proud woman lowered her head. Her eyes , filled with dominance and majesty, were instead dominated by sadness and loneliness.

Clearly, Freya's past was filled with stories.

And she was unwilling to share them.

Enzo didn't press her. He wasn't interested in these things.

At that moment, Freya took the initiative to speak, saying, "I was born with a talent for entering the supernatural, which was detected right after I was born, and that was why my parents enjoyed great prestige in the Golden Lion Tribe. At that time, I thought it was the highest honor, and I was sure that my future was destined to be powerful alongside the Golden Lion Tribe."

"But later, I discovered that I was not the only one gifted with supernatural talents."

"Specifically, initially there were over a dozen other candidates like me, but now, only three remain."

"The rest... they all died."

Enzo was greatly surprised by this revelation.

As far as he knew, anyone with supernatural talents was highly valued in a tribe

That was especial in the jungle.

These individuals almost always became priests, receiving protection from everyone in the tribe, and were spared from dangerous or heavy work.

But the Golden Lion Tribe let them die?

Freya noticed Enzo's expression and chuckled bitterly. "Are you surprised?"

Without waiting for Enzo to respond, Freya continued on her own, "In places like the jungle, knowledge and talent are both scarce commodities. Those who can become priests are naturally very few, but in the Golden Lion Tribe, such individuals are not lacking. It's not just because of the tribe's size, but also due to its deep heritage."

"In the Golden Lion Tribe, when women become pregnant, they are given the precious Firstborn Blessing Potion. "

"It enhances the baby's talents significantly. Moreover, once priest talents are detected, they receive specialized training in rituals, potions, scrolls, enchantments, and more. This sets powerful tribes apart from ordinary ones. In ordinary tribes, the loss of a priest due to even a slight danger can lead to the tribe's demise."

Listening, Enzo began to grasp the situation.

He looked at Freya and asked, "So, are you trying to convince me of the power of the Golden Lion Tribe in hopes that I will let you go?"

Freya suddenly laughed, despite being bound hand and foot, her body arched like a cooked shrimp. After a moment, she stopped laughing.

Her gaze became calm as she said, "I believe that no matter what I say, you won't choose to let me go. Of course, you're also wary that I might have a trick up my sleeve, so you won't dare to kill me either."

"How about this—we cooperate?"

Cooperate?

What game is this woman playing?

Enzo didn't quite believe what Freya was saying.

Freya seemed to know this and continued, "This time, I entered the High Tower Space to gain control of the entire tower. However, the trials get harder as they progress. To overcome the later trials, it not only takes powerful talents, knowledge, and strength but also a trusted partner."

"I can see that you're very interested in the supernatural world."

"As long as you agree to cooperate and help me gain control of the tower, I can share with you much of the supernatural knowledge I possess and quickly help you enhance your strength."

"With your talents, you could surpass me in just five years."

Freya said confidently.

However, Enzo shook his head and replied, "Even without your help, I could surpass you in five years. So, I don't think your idea of cooperation is sincere."

Freya chuckled disdainfully.

Enzo, however, dropped a bewildering statement: "Six months ago, I came to the jungle and became the priest of the Crimson Star Tribe."

This puzzled Freya, her expression changing slightly as she seemed to consider a possibility. She asked, "What do you mean? Are you saying that six months ago was the first time you encountered supernatural powers?"

Enzo shrugged, "Otherwise?"

In six months, advancing to Level.3!

Freya suddenly stood up, staring intensely at Enzo. She recalled the scene from their first encounter in the Soul World Ruins area, where Enzo, aided by a talking book, subdued her despite his lesser strength at the time.

He attracted the Energy-devouring Worm that forced her to flee.

Back then, she had wondered how Enzo managed it. Now, it seemed clear: Enzo's talents were so formidable that they attracted the terrifying Energy-devouring Worm.

Realizing this, Freya felt she had the upper hand.

She smiled and said, "Enzo, I have to admit, I underestimated you. Your talents may be even greater than mine. But in the Soul World, you must have already felt the power of Tier Six ahead of time. Did you forget what happened when you temporarily entered Level.6?"

This statement immediately changed Enzo's expression.

In the Soul World, with Bookstaver's help, his strength briefly reached Level.6, but it attracted the Energy-devouring Worm. Luckily, he managed to withdraw his life energy in time and transfer it into Freya's body, using her strength to fend off the Energy-devouring Worm.

But what if he were to reach Level.6 in the real world?

Although he was still far from Level.6 at present, he couldn't afford to be unprepared for such a possibility.

Enzo looked at Freya and sincerely praised, "You are a clever woman."

Freya happily accepted Enzo's praise and continued, "So, let's cooperate. I will show you the real supernatural world!"

Enzo shook his head, "Sorry, I can't trust you."

Upon hearing this, Freya became furious and glared at Enzo. "You—"

She ranted for a while, but in the end, it was futile.

What infuriated her the most was that after saying those words, Enzo simply lay down, closed his eyes, clearly preparing to rest.

Freya screamed, "Untie these vines for me, I need to relieve myself!"

Enzo ignored her, dismissively saying, "It's fine, I don't mind."

Freya was completely incensed.

This was the first time since birth that she had been treated this way. In the past, wherever she went, tribal chiefs and priests would welcome her with utmost respect, fearing any dissatisfaction she might have.

Yet here was Enzo, this despicable person, treating her like this...

Freya felt deeply aggrieved.

At that moment, Enzo heard soft sobbing. By the moonlight, he could see clear tear streaks on Freya's face. He deliberately remarked, "Are you really crying?"

Freya swore she had never wanted to kill Enzo more than at that moment.

However, to her surprise, Enzo actually loosened the vines that bound her. Though there were still red marks on her wrists, causing some pain, Freya felt a sense of freedom.

She swiftly ran to a secluded spot.

Enzo called out, "Don't go too far."

After resolving her issue, Freya hesitated about returning.

Despite her injuries, if she avoided the monsters' nests and found a safe place to rest for a couple of days, she could recover. Then, with her own strength, capturing Enzo would be easy, and she could exact her revenge.

Yet, Freya hesitated.

She found herself not wanting to seek revenge, even considering staying by Enzo's side.

Why was she thinking like this?

Freya found it absurd. Unconsciously, she walked back and sat not far from Enzo, silently watching him lying on the ground.

That sit turned into an entire night.

When Enzo woke up at dawn and saw Freya sitting nearby, looking dazed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

At least for now, in the High Tower Space, he didn't have to be on edge.

Freya's decision not to flee indicated a change in her motives. At this moment, she no longer sought to kill him. Whether her new objectives involved cooperation or subjugation, at least she retained some degree of control.

Enzo walked over and called out, "Freya, wake up."

Hearing his voice, Freya opened her eyes. Upon seeing Enzo, her face immediately turned cold, her eyes once again filled with pride.

This puzzled Enzo.

The only solace was that Freya didn't utter any threats of revenge either.

They maintained silence until they reached a fork in the path. Suddenly, Freya spoke up, "Take the right path. It leads to a den of Shadow Wolves. Their claws can serve as the ticket to the first trial, and most of them are Level.3, posing little threat to you. They can be good practice for you."