The Conquerors Path

Chapter 953: Chapter 951-Upgrade?

The crowd gazed with perfection in their eyes as they awaited the fight, the fact being that this wasn’t just some normal fight, not a direct fight, one where they gave it all and used everything in their arsenal to win. The academy has long legacies, and students from different walks of life have come here, ones that left marks.

And each culture, each student that gained power has gone forth to leave behind their own marks in this place, different levels of fighting, different rankings and marks in which combat could be done, which will go to define how you will react to what will happen. Each was its own unique challenge where the matching students of that culture could fight it out in ways that they know how.

And the power of the organisation that touches upon the power of the Juggernaut has their own traditions. Technically, it came from their tribe, a tribe of ones that focused purely on the strength of their body, a tribe filled with crazy people that just want to create the perfection of the body, something absolutely not seen before, the absolute perfection.

And Qwill is the leader of that new generation. In the stands stood his own people that followed him, students of age that follow the tribe, their bodies showing off the perfection of strength they tried to reach. Even they had their eyes wide open as they gazed at Austin, their eyes picking up more than what others did.

And the one being most surprised was the new ’instructor’ who joined with them, who came from the organisation, a top boss who had come to invest their power here.

Her eyes, wide open and blazing with a molten amber hue. Her bronze skin, kissed by countless suns and weathered by battles that had forged her legend, a barbarian-born warrior.

Her physique was a breathtaking paradox—fierce yet feminine. She stood tall, her frame lean and sculpted, every muscle honed to lethal precision yet softened by curves that could make the gods themselves pause. Her shoulders flowed into arms corded with sinew. Her torso was a masterpiece of taut definition—abs like polished river stones. Her hips flared just enough to anchor the eye, a subtle hourglass.

Tattoos wove across her skin. A coiling serpent, its scales glinting with emerald and obsidian, wound from her left shoulder down her arm, its fangs bared at her wrist. Across her collarbone, jagged runes pulsed faintly with crimson energy. On her lower back, just above the curve of her hips, a stylised phoenix spread its wings, its fiery tendrils curling upward to kiss the base of her spine—a mark of rebirth through countless battles. These tattoos were neither garish nor excessive.

Her attire was a deliberate dance between revelation and restraint. A fitted leather corset, dyed a deep midnight blue, hugged her torso, its laces taut but not constricting, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the narrow dip of her waist. The corset stopped just shy of her navel, leaving a tantalising sliver of her toned midriff exposed, the phoenix tattoo peeking provocatively above the waistband of her pants. Those pants—supple, dark leather—clung to her legs like a second skin, their cut low enough to hint at the curve of her hips yet high enough to preserve an air of mystery.

A belt of hammered bronze, adorned with small, gleaming charms shaped like blades and bones, cinched her waist, its weight grounding her like an anchor to her warrior roots. A single pauldron of blackened steel rested on her right shoulder, etched with intricate knotwork, leaving her left arm bare to showcase the serpent tattoo in all its glory. Her boots, sturdy yet sleek, rose to mid-calf, their surfaces scuffed from battles past but polished to a defiant sheen.

Her hair, a wild cascade of obsidian streaked with strands of fiery copper, tumbled past her shoulders in loose waves.

Jia Orch’a Loi, one of the greatest fighters of her generation, the previous Juggernaut to carry the title, one called perhaps the greatest talent to walk the tribe, a woman who was crazed with pure physical strength, reaching the peak of perfection and creating a power that will make the world bow down to her.

A woman so feared that many don’t even want to challenge her due to how crazy she really is. Many whisper that she could have stepped into the Imperial realm long ago, but kept herself in check at the half-step Imperial realm due to her craze for perfecting the ultimate strength of body, to break through a new path forward for herself.

Few dare to really try and challenge her in a physical fight. She jumps on volcanoes, the most dangerous of places on the continents, pushing her body to the limit. She had travelled around the world, fought different types of people, and searched for her perfection, a spark of an idea that would burn her into the next realm.

After being stuck where she is, Jia was thrown into work here by the tribe. She had begrudgingly come along, plus she needed the break. This was the place where the talents gathered now, and she wanted to see, perhaps by a stroke of luck, if she could find more of her motivation in this place. And right now, gazing at the shirtless young man getting ready to fight, Jia perhaps had found it.

’This is perfection... absolute perfection.’

Jia thought, her eyes special in their own ways, her knowledge trained from years of her work stared at the chiselled body. It wasn’t the outer part gaining her attention, but the inside of his body, the muscle work being just pure fascination to even her. Even she, having tried to train her muscle work to fit all levels of weapons and ability and strength, has never reached this level.

This was perfection, agility, and even more important, adaptability, a body that will work to anything, muscle definition done so well that there is literally nothing left to temper in it. Perhaps this is how a blacksmith, having seen the greatest creation, would feel, just pure awe and amazement, like you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

"Perfection..."

Jia muttered, biting her lips, her words being heard by the students of her tribe, who, even though they understood something deeper lay within Austin, asked.

"Is he really that perfect?"

"He is the absolute perfection I have ever seen."

Jia’s words surprised them all, as they looked towards Austin, stretching it out a bit as he faced Qwill, and even Qwill had the burn of respect in his eyes as he looked at Austin’s body, such a perfect arrangement of muscles and body being something even he was seeing for the first time.

"I had heard a lot about you; the way the students talk about you made you seem like the greatest man who ever walked the lands..."

As Qwill stopped here, he looked at Austin deeply, his words getting lower as he continued.

"And now I can see why."

Stopping here, Qwill flexed his muscles, a sheer sonic boom being created from the movement, so fit. Note that this came without his activating his tattoo; it was purely a physical achievement. Qwill’s senses were screaming at him that what stood in front of him wasn’t anything normal, that the situation was dangerous, and for someone like him, that only made him more excited.

"Even before it begins, you have my acknowledgement and respect; someone who could build such a body can never be someone bad!"

Qwill roared as he said that, and Austin, facing this, smiled, though if one looked closely, they could see his lips tremble, and right now he was having quite the cold sweats all around him.

’Shit, I should have thought things through a little more.’

...

Austin POV:

’Sigh... guess I did go a bit overboard with it all.’

+200 affection!

+300 affection!

+1500 affection!

+6000 affection!

+100,000 affection!

+100,000,000,000,000 affection!

+100,000,000,000,000,000 affection!

+100,000,000,000,000,000,000 affection!

’Fuck!’

If it were just the affection, I could have dealt with it, but that wasn’t the end.

[

Ding!

Affection calibration met!

Requirements for Integration met!

The Presence Authority of the world met!

Total world connection established!

World acceptance met!

Universal data acceptance met!

Divinity met!

The world has now fully accepted you!

]

’Umm... thanks?’

I replied, feeling as if something bad was definitely coming.

[

Warning!

The breathing space from the protection of divinity has faded!

The fight seems to reach towards conclusion!

Fate goes rewired!

Timelines fade!

New fate being rearranged!

Future and past are being rewritten!

Safety locks were kept to gain an advantage, but are now removed!

Recalculating future and fate...

]

’What the fuck?’

That’s all I could think as I gazed at the messages and information flowing through me. Somehow, I feel like something bad, really bad, is about to happen, and I ain’t gonna like it at all.

[

Ding!

The future has now set into the past!

The present has gained volatility and growth!

New pathways of destruction open up!

New pathways of creation open up!

Lost worlds of creation start trembling!

Lost worlds of destruction call out!

The world has entered its stage of delicate balance!

As the central focus of change... change shall take place!

]

A stirring sense of issue started to flow into my body, and my mind, focused and centred, suddenly felt a huge sense of danger all around me, as if a protection that lay around me was slipping away.

[

Warning!

Several of the women have gone into major levels of jealousy!

Their corruption rate notices a spike!

Mental corruption rising!

Corruption energy increasing!

]

’Mother-’

[

Warning!

The Dragon Princess is reaching critical touch rate!

Celestina is leaning more towards imprisonment!

Warning!

Celestina seems to have made a decision!

]

’...’

[

Due to high contact charges, the rate and timeline of the girls’ interaction have been brought forward!

The War of Obsession might start sooner!

The War of Possession might start soon!

The War of Love might start soon!

The War of the Only One might start soon!

Corruption nigh!

]

’...’

’Fuck.’

[...]

’...’

’System?’

[Yes?]

’About that extra smooth fun time hell package, is it still active?’

[Unfortunately, hell seems to have declined even wanting to see you. Seeing the crazy women around you, they have decided that you are already living the perfect hell life.]

’...’

’So they are also afraid of the girls?’

[Terrified. With that level, they would rather wish to just keep hell safe than take you in...]

’I want my....Mommy...’