Supreme Lord: I can extract everything! Chapter 1122 Chapter 1122: Supreme Lord IV

A towering figure with a face marked by scars materialized within the liquid mirror. His countenance was twisted into a demonic sneer, a look that had once earned him the title of the Demonic Combat Instructor. Yet, after spending time mentoring Michael and his companions, he had acquired a secondary moniker: the Saint of the Training Hall.

This paradox of names existed because his training regimes were hellish, designed specifically to ensure that anyone under his guidance could survive the brutal perils of the Origin Expanse. While not every pupil made it back, the survival rate for Lords and Rogues who endured his lessons was vastly superior to those who dismissed the value of his instruction.

"Is that Silverian Schild? He looks older now… but it’s definitely him, isn't it?" Alice inquired, her eyes widening in astonishment. Beside her, Michael gazed at the reflection with a soft, knowing smile.

"Yeah, that's Silverian," he whispered. He then shifted the display to show a colossal facility situated on a planet within the Tritan Alliance. This massive infrastructure spanned an entire province, a scale that was entirely justified by its purpose.

This was the EmeraldShield Academy, an institution established in the wake of the Saphirelake Military Academy's destruction. Within these walls, the iron-willed voice of Silverian Schild commanded absolute authority.

Acting as the director of the EmeraldShield Academy hadn't softened him; he remained the same devilish instructor he had always been. This was a blessing, for under Silverian Schild's watch, more students would survive the Origin Expanse and achieve greatness.

"Do you want to visit him? I'd love to talk to him and find out what happened to him in the last few decades. We could also give him a bunch of Energy Stones or a droplet of Origin Liquid. He deserves that much!" Alice suggested enthusiastically.

Michael gave a nod of agreement. "We can visit him later. Regarding the gifts, I already made an attempt, but he refused everything I tried to give him. The most I could do was invest—anonymously, of course—into the construction of the EmeraldShield Academy. I doubt he would have accepted the funding if I had come forward. Then again, he's a sharp man; he likely suspects I am the benefactor."

He gave a small shrug, his smile lingering as his gaze returned to the students currently suffering through Silverian Schild's grueling drills. They would either rise to the challenge or be crushed by it; their future depended entirely on the strength of their willpower.

Michael’s focus then shifted to a different wing of the massive complex where archery training was underway. While Silverian Schild was the master of stamina and endurance, the EmeraldShield Academy had expanded its curriculum, and archery had become one of its premier subjects.

"That… is Annabelle Claire," Michael said, remembering the young Awakened. He had faced her during the initial entrance exam of the Saphirelake Military Academy. Though they had only spoken briefly, she had always been kind-hearted. Back then, she was a capable Awakened possessing a powerful Soultrait Symbol known as [Spirit Archer]. Though she hadn't reached the heights of Lincoln, Zeke, Kaleb, or himself, she had successfully attained the Peak of the 6th Tier.

Her advancement had been swift compared to the average, yet she had chosen to step away from the front lines to dedicate herself to teaching the next generation.

"I think I remember her. Didn't she like you?" Alice asked playfully. Michael simply shrugged in response. "I don't think she liked me. If anything, she liked Kaleb."

"Kaleb? Are you sure?" Alice questioned, squinting at Annabelle's image. "She's cute. Maybe Kaleb would have it easier… No nevermind. Let's forget about that."

Michael smiled, sensing Alice's train of thought. He then adjusted the mirror to display another familiar face—an elderly man who had fundamentally altered the course of Michael's life.

Kraft Viton.

"Oh! What is Kraft Viton up to these days?" Alice asked, her curiosity bringing a wider smile to Michael's face. "He's still doing the same as always. The only real change is that he’s become more energetic after taking the Origin Liquid droplet. You could say he has total control over the Tritan Alliance now. Occasionally, you can catch him beating the shit out of idiotic politicians. Those are the best parts to watch."

"You can't be serious," Alice laughed, but her chuckle turned into a roar of laughter as Michael projected his memories onto the liquid mirror. There was Kraft Viton, pummeling a dozen politicians who had overinflated views of their own importance. The old man was leaving them black and blue.

He delivered stinging slaps, landed kicks to their crotches, and seemed to be enjoying the act of thrashing these weaklings far more than one might expect.

"He is a bully!" Alice shouted, though she was clearly entertained by the spectacle rather than offended.

"It's fine as long as he only targets the bad ones," Michael remarked. His expression grew dark as he thought of another individual—a villain who had also left a mark on his life.

The mirror’s surface rippled, revealing Quinn Karta.

"Oh shit! You know where Quinn is?" Alice asked. Michael let out a heavy sigh and nodded.

"He's been a fugitive for several decades, but the Guardians can track anyone tied to the weave. Finding him wasn't difficult; it only took a few seconds to pinpoint his location," Michael explained with a tired breath. Quinn Karta was a traitor and a murderer who had ruined countless lives within the Tritan Alliance.

However, Michael had no intention of hunting the man down himself.

"I'll give Zeke a hint. That way, he can hunt him down once he's ready for the task."

"Zeke? Are you sure? Why not Killian? Or is Killian still busy trying to rebuild the house of Zeus?"

"Killian Zeus?" Michael repeated, sighing once more. "He vanished. I have no idea where he went. Which means…"

"Is he dead?" Alice asked, her voice tinged with sorrow.

"No. Well, saying I don't know where he is isn't entirely accurate. I have a good idea of where he might be," Michael clarified, gesturing toward the boundary of the Unknown Domain. "He has departed from the Origin Universe."