Genius Noble With System
Chapter 343: Inheritance (Part-1)

Chapter 343: Inheritance (Part-1)

Some were crude stone slabs, weathered and cracked by time. Others were grand structures carved with runes that shimmered faintly, resisting decay. Each tomb radiated a powerful and distinct aura—some noble and vast, others wild and violent, and a few so ancient their presence pressed down like the weight of vast history itself.

None of the tombs were ordinary.

Apollo’s gaze swept across them. Every one of these resting places belonged to a warrior who once shook the stars with their blade, claw, or will. Even in death, their power hadn’t entirely faded. He could feel the remnants—flickers of memory, battle intent, and perhaps something more.

They didn’t speak and quickly walked forward, pulled by an invisible thread.

A wind rose from deeper within the valley, heavy with scents of ash, iron, and time. The tombs seemed to hum—softly, faintly—as if acknowledging the arrival of a new master.

At first it wasn’t much different from a simple graveyard, but the moment Apollo entered, it seemed an invisible tension appeared in it. But it didn’t breakout instead seemed to be waiting for an outburst.

They, after entering, noticed the geniuses from outside, just like them, and naturally many of them noticed their group, especially Apollo, who was like the brightest star.

Most of them were trying to find the best tomb that resonated with their path, and even some have even found the inheritance that suits them.

It had to be mentioned that even the weakest inheritance here reached the eternal god realm, not to mention other stronger ones.

"Let me try first." Clark came forward as he wanted to try first.

Apollo and Sara nodded and stood back.

"Hmm."

Boom

The moment Clark released his power, the ground beneath him trembled ever so slightly. His aura rose like a tidal wave, his divine energy flaring alongside his law—a thunderous pressure that made the nearby tombstones hum louder in response.

He wasn’t trying to force the valley to submit—he was announcing himself.

All around them, others paused. Some glanced at Clark with narrowed eyes, curious if this new arrival could awaken a legacy.

The wind shifted.

A faint flicker of light moved in the distance, tracing a line toward one of the tombs. It was a modest one—no grand carvings or towering monuments—but the moment Clark’s energy brushed it, a pulse of deep crimson light spread from the stone.

A weathered runes at its base, a veil of light surrounded him and the tomb. Within moments, both vanished from sight and merged with Clark with a bright light. He seemed to be lost in vast mysteries as various powers and understandings of his path started to appear in his mind.

"He really got an legacy on his first try!"

The geniuses were shocked, as it wasn’t like everyone can get an inheritance, not to mention on their first try. Most spend weeks and months, then only a few will receive an inheritance. So this display shocked them, as it shows his potential is quite extraordinary.

A few murmurs rippled through the crowd as the bright veil engulfed Clark and the tomb, marking his sudden resonance with the remnant inside. Then silence returned, heavy and reverent.

Sara let out a quiet breath of relief, a small smile playing on her lips. "He did it..."

Apollo, however, remained calm, his eyes fixed not on the tomb but on the space beyond it—as if trying to see through layers of time.

Seeing this, Sara also moved forward, wanting to try her luck.

She walked slowly, her steps light but steady, as though guided by something only she could sense. The atmosphere shifted again, subtly—like a ripple running through the fabric of the valley. Some of the nearby geniuses turned their eyes toward her.

Sara’s aura wasn’t forceful like Clark’s; it was quiet, fluid, and graceful—yet it carried a strange depth, like an unseen current beneath calm water.

Her gaze swept over the tombs until she stopped before one nestled between two larger graves. It wasn’t as grand or imposing as others, its surface covered in faint, faded markings, half-buried in moss and silence. But something about it called to her.

Her mind moved, and immediately, like before, a bright light appeared, and the stone grave disappeared. She also then started to feel the mysteries of inheritance and accepting it.

A silence even deeper than before settled.

"...Another successful inheritance?"

"What’s going on? Two in a row?"

Everyone was surprised because if it was Apollo, they wouldn’t have been that surprised, as the genius from outside, they know the horror talent he possesses, but Clark and Sara were nothing.

They barely made it in the top thousand, and yet they showed such potential. All of them couldn’t help but think, Is there anything to do with him?’

In fact, what they thought was true is related to him.

It wasn’t unheard of for beings of immense destiny or power to affect the world around them. Some said even a drop of such a person’s blood could nourish sacred grounds; their shadow could awaken ancient remnants. And Apollo was far beyond just a genius—his aura carried something ancient, unknowable, and sacred.

Though Sara and Clark lacked the overwhelming talent of the top prodigies, the faint trace of Apollo’s presence clinging to them tilted the scale.

And for the spirits of inheritance, that was enough.

Finally it was Apollo’s turn, and everyone’s attention was glued to him, as his name now had even the inhabitants of the sanctum.

He walked calmly, not with pride but with purpose, as if the valley had been waiting for him since its creation. His steps were steady, his breath measured—but the world felt increasingly unstable with each movement, and slowly his aura started to rise.

Immediately dozens of tombs that had remained dormant for eons began to shudder softly, stones shifting, runes glowing with ancient light.

Some onlookers began to murmur.

"Why are so many tombs reacting...?"

"Is he resonating with all of them?"

But that was just the beginning, as one after another, ancient tombs filled with mysterious power started to tremble.