Max felt a deep satisfaction as he examined his Dragon Scales Transformation.

It wasn't the inheritance he had expected, but in some ways, this ability was even better.

He had been a little disappointed at first, but the raw power and potential of this transformation more than compensated for it.

And besides—

The spirit had told him something important.

He couldn't inherit his bloodline's power like others. Instead, he had to build his own path—to create his own inheritance from scratch.

That thought lingered in his mind.

"It will take time… even to start on this path."

Max exhaled, shaking his head.

Right now, he had no clue where to begin. How was he supposed to create his own bloodline path? What did that even mean?

For now, it wasn't worth chasing something elusive.

Instead, he would focus on what he could control.

He had four months before the King of the West's birthday.

That meant four months of pure training.

His eyes sharpened as he set his goals.

"I'll master the Ten Hands of the Cultivation God and Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique to complete mastery."

These were two of his most powerful techniques, but he hadn't perfected them yet.

That was about to change.

"There are also many skills I've yet to increase their levels."

He would use these four months to push every ability to its absolute limit.

He would refine, master, and evolve.

Max contemplated deeply, knowing that the upcoming four months would be the longest he had ever spent inside the Dimension of Time since he first received his class.

But if that was the case—

Then he would prepare for the absolute best.

"I need to at least reach Level 10, the peak of the Apprentice Rank, within these four months."

Max wasn't the type to rush his cultivation recklessly. He preferred a stable foundation, ensuring that every breakthrough solidified his strength rather than just inflating his power.

But now?

It was clear that strength was the only thing that mattered.

And he had no choice but to push forward.

He had all the resources necessary to break through to Level 1 of the Adept Rank—and that was his ultimate goal before the end of this training period.

Fully master the 'Ten Hands of the Cultivation God' and 'Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique' to Perfection Stage.

Increase the levels of his new skills by at least two ranks.

Advance his cultivation to at least Level 1 of Adept Rank.

Because if he failed to do this—

He would not survive the journey ahead.

Max's gaze darkened as he recalled his sister's words.

Mourning Depths.

The name alone carried a sense of dread.

From everything he had learned, this wasn't just a dangerous region—it was a place where even Adept Rank experts wouldn't dare tread lightly.

And yet—

Even the King of the West and an Envoy from the Lost Continent were collaborating to explore it together.

That alone told Max everything he needed to know.

This place wasn't for Adept Rank cultivators.

It wasn't even for Seeker Rank experts.

Mourning Depths was a place where even monsters among the strong had to tread carefully.

And right now—

Max was still at the Apprentice Rank.

Too weak.

If he didn't close the gap, if he didn't train harder than ever before—

Then he wouldn't just be at a disadvantage.

He would die.

Max exhaled slowly, his fists clenching.

'"Four months… That's all the time I have to become stronger."'

He had no illusions about his current strength.

If he rushed into the West now, he would be nothing more than an insect in front of the true threats lurking in the Mourning Depths.

So he would use every second of these four months to break his limits.

To forge himself into something far beyond what he was now.

Because once he stepped into the West—

There would be no turning back.

Max sat in his training chamber, deep in thought.

'I also need to study the Compendium of Golems and the book about creating my own sword techniques.'

His golems could move, but that was all they could do.

They had no skills.

No special abilities.

And to be honest, a golem without a skill was almost useless.

Max pondered for a moment before pulling up his holowatch and sending a message to Callie.

He requested her to send some guild members to purchase materials he would need for constructing golems.

'Since I have time, I might as well create some new golems and study the Compendium of Golems to see if I can solve the skill issue.' He thought lightly pondering something.

With Klaus and the Old Saintess planning to visit him later, and Callie bringing him the materials for his golems, Max knew it was best to handle all outside matters first.

Only then—

Would he be able to go into full retreat.

Only then—

Would he be able to train in peace inside the Dimension of Time.

With that in mind, Max took out his sword technique book and began reading.

As Max flipped through the pages of "How to Create Your Own Sword Techniques," he quickly came to understand something vital.

To create a true sword technique, one required a very high level of Sword Laws.

The book stated that the best stage to start creating sword techniques was after comprehending a Level 1 Concept of Sword.

However—

The book also mentioned exceptions.

There were certain geniuses who could create their own sword techniques even if they had only reached Level 3 of Sword Aura.

Max's fingers tightened slightly on the book.

'I don't consider myself a genius, but…'

His Dimension of Time gave him a ridiculous advantage over others.

With enough training, even if he didn't have a Level 1 Concept of Sword yet, he believed he could create a technique of his own.

His own path.

A sword technique that belonged solely to him.

His eyes gleamed as he came to a decision.

As Max continued flipping through the pages of the book, he quickly realized something.

Creating a sword technique wasn't simple.

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