A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5771

He suppressed every trace of his presence; even the small fire unicorn he usually kept at his side now slept inside his storage ring.

With predator-sharp eyes, he surveyed the valley below.

A demonic array sealed the entrance, and a warping forcefield bent any probing sense away from the gorge. Charging straight through would be marching to his doom.

"A clever array," he murmured, the faintest grin tugging at one corner of his mouth.

Rather than force a breach, he waited. He timed the guard rotations, memorized the rhythm of their lanterns, and studied the momentary flickers in the array's current.

At the same time, he slipped a thread of spiritual sense into the valley—so light, so fluid, it slid past every detection node like quicksilver. Bit by bit, the hidden layout unfolded in his mind.

At the center stood a colossal obsidian hall where subterranean flames roared beneath the floor.

Dozens of blacksmiths toiled there, and farther inside loomed several frightening auras—the strongest a Level Six Heavenly Immortal, seated like a dragon on its hoard.

Spread around the forge, he sensed three warehouses crammed with ore and half-finished blades, and, buried under the main yard, a vault whose brilliant aura screamed of completed treasures.

A Level Six Heavenly Immortal... troublesome, but not impossible to deal with.

Jared's goal was loot, not slaughter. If he moved fast enough, he could strip the vault and vanish before any Level Seven Heavenly Immortal even stirred.

So he waited—an hour, maybe more—until the time before dawn when it was the darkest, and guards grow dull with fatigue.

His chance was here.

A patrol team finished their shift, and the replacement squad had yet to arrive, leaving a heartbeat of empty ground.

At that same instant, the valley array rippled—an almost invisible distortion born of the subterranean fire's pulse.

Now!

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