Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 366: A Mythic-tier building?!

Chapter 366: A Mythic-tier building?!

Meanwhile—

The moment Vaelric spoke in that tone, the smile on Seraphina’s face froze instantly.

Thud!

Rumble rumble rumble...

She took a single step forward, then turned her back to Ethan, facing Vaelric head-on. Her expression darkened, and her eyes locked onto him with a glare that could cut steel. Every inch of her radiated danger—an overwhelming, terrifying aura that made the air feel heavy.

"You got a problem with that?" Seraphina asked coldly.

Vaelric flinched hard, his face going stiff. Then he immediately started shaking his head like crazy.

"Nope! No problem! None at all! I’ve got absolutely no problem!"

"Hmph."

Seraphina let out a sharp snort, like a tyrant queen putting a fool in his place. Her voice was icy. "Watch your mouth. Being able to form a master-servant pact with my master is an honor. Got it? Hmph. Ignorant fool."

With that, she turned her head toward Ethan again, and just like that, her smile returned—bright and sweet, like nothing had happened.

Then she casually asked, "Master, who are these people? Never seen them before. New recruits?"

"Sort of," Ethan replied offhandedly. "Still negotiating their pay."

"Ohh, I see!"

Seraphina nodded like it all made sense now. Then she turned back to Vaelric, eyes narrowing slightly. "So... how much are you getting paid?"

"Two hundred million..." Vaelric blurted out without thinking.

...

"Huh?"

The second the words left his mouth, Seraphina’s face darkened. She let out a low, dangerous hum. Vaelric froze like a statue, his face going pale. The rest of his sentence died in his throat. He didn’t dare say another word.

He looked like a mouse that had just locked eyes with a cat—completely terrified.

"How much exactly?" Seraphina asked again, her tone sharp with impatience.

"Twenty... twenty million! Plus six hundred Gems! That’s already the lowest we’ll go!" Vaelric stammered, practically on the verge of tears.

Watching this whole scene unfold, Ethan couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. He was speechless.

What the hell was this?

Real life?

Bro... have some pride, will you?

You’re being this real right now?

"Hmph. That’s more like it." Seraphina snorted again, then turned back to Ethan with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Master! Cicero just discovered a brand-new structure—something completely unheard of! I’ve never seen anything like it before... but I think he said it’s a Mythic-tier building or something?"

"A Mythic-tier building?!"

"Princess Seraphina, did you hear that right? Did he really say Mythic-tier?!"

A voice of shock rang out.

Auremax burst forward, eyes wide with excitement, practically glowing with energy.

"Auremax, do you know what it is?"

Ethan turned to look at Auremax, curiosity and anticipation flickering in his eyes. He knew Auremax well enough to recognize that this kind of reaction—this level of excitement—was rare.

Which could only mean one of two things:

Either something seriously bad had happened...

Or they’d stumbled upon something incredible.

And judging by Seraphina’s earlier excitement, it was probably the latter. A one-of-a-kind, never-before-seen structure? Yeah, that definitely sounded like a top-tier treasure.

Just the thought of it made Ethan’s heart start to race a little.

At the same time, Auremax’s eyes were practically glowing as he spoke, his voice brimming with excitement.

"Master, in the world of Ashan, there’s a special category of structures known as Unique Buildings. They’re infused with magical energy and the power of the world’s laws—gifts from the very fabric of reality itself. Their abilities are both powerful and mysterious!"

"Infused with magic and the laws of the world?" Ethan blinked, a little thrown off. "What does that even mean?"

"Let me give you an example," Auremax said quickly, realizing Ethan wasn’t quite following. "You already know that in Ashan, gold and the six basic resources—not to mention Special Resources—aren’t really currency or raw materials in the traditional sense, right?"

"Yeah, I know that much," Ethan nodded. "In Ashan, gold and all those resources are actually condensed forms of energy—manifestations of the world’s laws from the Prime Plane."

He’d learned that a long time ago.

In the world of Glory Lords X, gold, the six core resources, and even the rare Special Resources weren’t actual money or physical materials. They were energy clusters—tangible expressions of the world’s governing laws.

That’s why they never ran out. They weren’t mined or harvested in the traditional sense—they were generated by the world itself.

And because of that, every time you hired a unit—whether it was a basic soldier or a powerful Hero Unit—there was always a "maintenance cost" attached.

But it wasn’t because these units were greedy or stingy.

In fact, aside from dragons, most powerful races didn’t give a damn about wealth or shiny gems.

The real reason they demanded upkeep was because they needed those resources—those energy clusters—to grow stronger. Gold and resources weren’t just payment; they were fuel.

That said, relying on upkeep to get stronger wasn’t exactly efficient.

It was just one method among many—and not even a particularly good one.

But since it didn’t conflict with other ways of gaining power, no one ever complained about getting more of it.

Still, if you were strong enough, or clever enough, to convince someone to follow you without demanding upkeep—or if you had some other way to make up for the missing energy—then honestly?

Upkeep didn’t really matter all that much.

Just like earlier—when Vaelric finally named his "maintenance fee"...

Twenty million gold and six hundred Gems.

Ethan knew perfectly well that was basically the same as giving it away for free.

The only reason Vaelric even asked for that much was to save face. As a Storm Dragon—a proud, Tier 14 Mythic Unit—he couldn’t just sign on without asking for something. It was about dignity, not cost.

And honestly, that kind of thing? Pretty common.

Even Auremax had pulled the same move back when he first joined.

While Ethan was thinking this, Auremax kept going, his voice full of excitement.

"Master, it’s the same principle as gold and resources!"

"In Ashan, these Unique Buildings are essentially manifestations of a powerful being’s core laws—fragments of their essence that have taken physical form. That’s why they have such incredible, almost unbelievable powers!"

"And generally, Unique Buildings are divided into four tiers."

"From lowest to highest: Epic, Legendary, Mythic... and Genesis."

"The first two—Epic and Legendary—are rare, but you’ll still see them around from time to time. But the last two? Mythic and Genesis? Those are insanely rare. Like, borderline mythical."

"Remember that Mountain Temple I told you about before? That was a Genesis-tier Unique Building. And I’m not exaggerating when I say that outside of a few scattered mentions in Ashan’s ancient history, it’s like they don’t even exist in the real world."

"As for Mythic-tier buildings—they’re one step below Genesis, but still incredibly powerful. It’s said that even the major factions would fight tooth and nail over one. Their value is... well, basically impossible to measure."

Auremax finished in one breath, clearly hyped beyond belief.

"That thing’s really that powerful?" Ethan asked, eyebrows raised.

Even Seraphina—who usually wasn’t the type to overthink anything—looked genuinely surprised. If something could get the attention of the major factions, even she knew it had to be a big deal.

Because while she might not be as sharp as Cicero or Auremax, she wasn’t stupid. She understood one thing very clearly:

When it came to the major factions—even the weakest among them—their judgment was rarely wrong.

If they thought something was a treasure?

Then it was a treasure. No doubt about it.

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