The strange phenomenon in the sky lasted for a few minutes before it slowly dissipated.

The gray fog behind Watson’s back, which looked like eyes, had disappeared into the air too. The tearing feeling in his body subsided slowly, followed by a surging power that flowed like the sea.

Watson clenched his fists. The place where his knuckles touched the air emitted a creaking sound as if it was crushing the air.

“I’m a gold-tier warrior now.” Watson sighed. Then, he looked around. Other than Nightingale, who remained surprised as she sat on the bench, the other guards knelt in front of him. They did not dare to breathe loudly; they did not even dare to look at him.

Sure enough, the system had scared them. It said that the fusion of light and dark aura would cause harm to the world. It seemed like things were fine.

The sky was still blue, and the grass on the ground was still green. The number of people around them did not change.

Watson was relieved; he began to check his body. The light and dark elements in his body had turned into a gray ball of gas. The gas had gathered in Watson’s lower abdomen; it surrounded a semi-transparent sphere that looked like a star.

Watson remembered that the system said that he had fused with elements that did not belong to the world, and he had obtained a world-class item—the Source of Chaotic Magic.

What was the source of that magical power?

What was that world-class item?

When he thought of that, the corresponding knowledge suddenly appeared in his mind.

The Source of Chaotic Magic was a world-class item.

The item that could make or break the world was called a world-class tool. It was a fabulous piece of equipment that was not inferior to the gods.

Basic Information: The chaotic element was the seventh element that made up the world. It had three characteristics—annihilation, obliteration, and distortion.

Strength level: Only at gold tier. It could be recovered by absorbing high-level items or beasts. It would grow on its own.

Ability: Could bestow others with the talent to learn chaotic magic or chaotic aura. The student would absorb power from the master. Then, after the student died, the power would return to the master’s body.

After he read it, Watson swallowed his saliva.

“I didn’t expect this so-called world-class item to grow on its own. Does this mean it will become infinitely strong in the future?”

Unfortunately, the source of magic had just been born; it was still too weak. Of course, if he were to give it a lot of good things, it might be able to improve rather quickly. With his resources, he would be able to achieve that.

The source of magic also had the ability to bestow talent to others. Since chaos was created when one combined the light and dark elements, it was definitely stronger than light and darkness. Watson was prepared to wait for the source of magic to replenish its energy. Then he would distribute its characteristics to his family and subordinates.

The power of the magical source was not equal to Watson’s strength, but it limited his power. For example, if Watson were at gold-tier, then the source of magic would be platinum-tier. Conversely, if the source of magic was gold-tier, then Watson could not be platinum-tier. Therefore, before he could distribute it, he would need to consider the matter carefully and choose the right person.

After he inspected the magical source, Watson raised his head and lifted a finger. His finger released a wisp of faint, gray fog, turned into a thin sword, and destroyed a huge rock.

That was right—it was destroyed!

Normal combat aura could hack a rock into two pieces, and some stronger warrior could even ground the rock into powder. Watson was different. His chaos combat aura could obliterate and annihilate; when he touched the rock, its color had gradually diminished as if an eraser had erased it.

When she saw that, Nightingale’s lips trembled as she picked up the Rainbow Phoenix Egg that had fallen onto the ground. She dusted it and tried to put it into his mouth, but it was as if the egg and her lips were misaligned. She was a gold-tier elite, but her hands shook so much that she could not hold anything.

What happened?

Did Watson cause that phenomenon that shook the heavens and earth?

“It seems that I need to report this matter to the border count as soon as possible!” Nightingale thought. She did not understand what the elemental symbols in the sky meant. She only knew that Watson’s strength had increased by many times fold; he seemed to be at the same tier as her.

After she stuffed the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg into her mouth, Nightingale asked Watson carefully, “Did you advance just now?”

“Yes, Miss Nightingale. I became a gold-tier warrior by accident! It seems like the cultivation technique that you taught me is very valuable. I promise to give you 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs every day, effective from now.”

“He has advanced?”

When Nightingale saw Watson scratching his head shyly, the egg in her hand dropped to the ground again. She did not reach down to pick it up.

“Young Master Watson has advanced!”

The guards looked at each other in disbelief and excitement.

“Young Master Watson is only ten years old this year. It was already scary enough that he was a silver-tier warrior, but now he has advanced… He is a ten-year-old gold-tier warrior!”

Some of them sighed. They were almost 40 years old, and they were still only bronze-tier warriors. Yet, their young master was already two tiers ahead of them. It was truly infuriating.

Allen also snapped back to his senses. As the captain of the guards, he was the first person to connect with Watson. He knew that Watson was very powerful, and his mental resistance was even stronger. At that moment, he simply praised him.

“Praising Young Master Watson is like praising the sun! There is no one else who has such talent in the entire Holy Dragon Kingdom. Even the current kingdom’s sword saint is only a diamond-tier elite. I think that Young Master Watson will only need five years to surpass him! Therefore, please allow me to be your loyal and devout servant. From now on, you are the god in my heart. I will pay my respects to you after every meal.”

After Allen finished his sentences, he kowtowed three times in front of Watson.

Many of the guards also reacted and praised Watson. Of course, they were not as exaggerated as Allen. Some even looked at the captain with anger; they thought that the guy was too good at flattery.

“It was only my luck! Plus, Miss Nightingale’s teaching has been very useful. All of you must learn well from her. If you can break through to another tier, then you will be rewarded handsomely.”

Watson waved his hand; he was embarrassed by Alan’s excessive actions.

“Miss Nightingale’s teaching is great, indeed, but it is also because of Young Master Watson’s outstanding talent! The next time you bathe, Young Master, please don’t throw the water away. And don’t throw away the food that you can’t finish. You can give them all to me so I can get a little bit of your genius luck, Young Master Watson!”

Allen said those shameless words seriously. Even the expressionless Liszt’s lips twitched as he took a few steps away from him.

Watson felt a little helpless. He thought that he might have advanced too quickly. A ten-year-old silver-tier warrior was quite acceptable, but his gold-tier status would attract unwanted attention. However, those issues were quite trivial. It was mainly because he did not want the guards’ adoration every time he advanced in the future. He did not want them to become little fanboys who coveted his leftovers and bathwater.