[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory":3,"chapter-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-827":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1242283,1669,"Chapter 827: This World Doesn’t Allow Peace","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-827",827,"\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan didn’t even draw a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply raised his hand and flicked his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm took shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blast of compressed wind formed instantly, slamming straight into the skeleton’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skeleton didn’t even have time to register what had happened before its form was already collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its consciousness reeled in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before it could even begin to reassemble, an even more violent force crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan appeared in front of it, one hand gripping the flaming skull and lifting it high into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was cold—so cold the air around him dropped several degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s the strongest being in this place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I might—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let you live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame in the skull’s eye sockets flickered, dimming for a split second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as it was about to speak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of overwhelming power—completely foreign to the skeleton—erupted from within its skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head exploded on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame snuffed out instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the world fell silent once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he knew one thing for sure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That explosion wasn’t an accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power hadn’t come from the skeleton itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came from deeper within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something—or someone—had detonated its soul core remotely, with pinpoint precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that kind of control didn’t belong to any ordinary Bonehell creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s something watching us,\" Ethan said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept across the dim, cracked sky, as if locking eyes with something invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he pulled his attention back, voice calm again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feylora,\" he said, \"find an open area with intact structure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re setting up camp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to see what exactly this place is hiding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feylora didn’t hesitate. She nodded and moved out immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fairies scattered, using their innate senses to search for a safe zone in this dead world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, they stopped in front of a ruined village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had clearly been abandoned for ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collapsed houses, broken streets, the air thick with rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the outward decay, most of the village’s internal structures were still intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if something had deliberately preserved them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan settled into a relatively spacious courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura slowly spread outward, like an invisible net sweeping the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, his system interface quietly unfolded, assisting with deeper scans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Bonehell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a place like this, even the slightest carelessness could be fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group gradually began to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distant gray mist suddenly tore open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure stumbled out, sprinting like hell was on its heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something’s coming,\" Feylora warned in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan was already on his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, he flashed forward like lightning, intercepting the figure mid-run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They skidded to a stop, nearly crashing into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least—on the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No soulfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No trace of death energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they radiated a warm, steady life force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward and clamped a hand down on the man’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power surged out like a tide, instantly locking down the stranger’s entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a pressure that brooked no resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t belong here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man flinched, clearly startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once he realized he couldn’t break free, he calmed down instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand, revealing a tattoo on the inside of his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My name’s Balric.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m one of the Daybound.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Went out exploring during daylight, accidentally crossed the boundary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Figured I could hide somewhere for the night and slip back in... but the Nightveil found me anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s brow creased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daybound?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightveil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t press for answers right away. Instead, he activated a system scan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Data streamed across his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results came fast—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balric wasn’t lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the structure of this world was even more complex than Ethan had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bonehell wasn’t home to just one race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daybound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightveil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t live together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were split—cleanly—into two opposing factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daybound and Sunborn—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aligned with the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starborn and Nightveil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aligned with the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ethan pieced the information together, a brutal, efficient world rule began to take shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daylight races were drastically weakened at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could barely leave their own territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night races were the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the day, they had to hide underground or rely on mist and barriers just to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a restriction etched into the world itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So...\" Ethan murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re practically incapable of waging war on each other’s turf.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balric nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At first... everyone just stayed in their own zones. No one crossed the line.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Until that day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There was a fight over a Primordial Lake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s when the war started.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s gaze sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balric took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are only two times we can actually fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dawn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And dusk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"During those hours, both day and night races are suppressed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one has a clear advantage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, weariness creeping into his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So every battle ends with heavy casualties...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But almost no real progress.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan didn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen the truth of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a war of belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a deadlock—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A war of attrition, forced by the world’s own rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan raised a hand to his chin, brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t hesitating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of prize could drive two factions to keep fighting a war they knew they couldn’t win—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter the cost?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This Primordial Lake,\" he said slowly, eyes locking onto Balric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can you take me there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balric froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instinctively, he glanced over his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the far side of the mist, dozens of figures were closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightveil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their steps were silent, but they moved with the speed of night itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one radiated a cold, taut killing intent—undeniable and unhidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an execution.\u003C\u002Fp>",1018,"2026-06-05T15:15:49.877Z",1,"novelbin.me","57733b4880665de614435aeaa36c8e657e6ad6a88b28460dff9bdc6e8b22117a","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-828","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-826",1138,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmystic-calling-stone-of-glory-cover.jpg"]