Dumblemdore Family: Wizarding Witch World

Adrian looked at Alvo and the small elven package in his arms, the little one staring at them with wide eyes. "When were you going to tell us that you reached Level 3?" Adrian asked Alvo.

Alvo chuckled lightly, adjusting the little elf in his arms before responding, "You guys talk too much! I didn't even have time to mention it!" He grinned, shaking his head. "But yes, I've reached Level 3. It's been a journey, but I didn't want to interrupt the flow of things with all the craziness going on." He winked at his father. "Guess it's time to celebrate now, huh?"

Before he could continue rambling, Alvo received a smack on the head. "What celebration? Go to your professor and do some battle simulations," Adrian said, irritated.

Jon looked at Henry and asked, "And you, how much longer until Level 3?"

Henry replied, "I feel like I'll make it this week, Dad."

Adrian nodded, and Jon said, "Good, very good," laughing.

Adrian said, "By the way, if anything comes up regarding the Ghost Plan, sign up as Field Strategists."

"Do you want to know how Amy and Miranda are doing?" Adrian asked, noticing the lack of interest from both Alvo and Henry.

Alvo shrugged, as if he didn't care much.

Henry had a thought, but only showed disdain, barely acknowledging the question.

Seeing their reactions, Adrian glanced at Jon with a sympathetic look before bidding them farewell.

Adrian and Jon, while traveling back, mused, "I gave them a chance at the beginning, they preferred to keep their little precious stones within the family. Now, look at the result. Hmph," said Adrian.

Jon responded, "Sometimes people need to learn the hard way. It's their choice, but they'll realize soon enough."

Adrian said, "You noticed the small elf packages in their laps?"

Jon chuckled, glancing at the small elf packages in their laps. "I did. They're certainly growing on us, aren't they?" He smiled slightly. "Guess we're not as cold-hearted as we thought."

"It was a war reward—two tall elven children. They have good eyes," said Adrian.

Jon said, nodding, "Let's accelerate, I can't wait to start this business." Adrian nodded, and they disappeared.

Alvo asked, "Hey Henry, do you think we were too indifferent about Amy and Miranda?"

Henry responded thoughtfully, "I don't think we were indifferent, Alvo. When you look at both families, Amy and Miranda's choices make sense in their own way, but it's clear they were influenced by their parents. They were given an opportunity from the start, but instead of making the effort to secure their future, they let others decide for them. Their parents, in trying to hold onto their traditions and avoid change, failed to see the bigger picture. And Amy and Miranda, well, they didn't have the conviction to challenge their fate. It's not like we didn't offer them a path forward, but sometimes, people are too afraid to take the risks, to step out of what they know."

"I agree with your point," said Alvo, nodding thoughtfully. "It's not about us being indifferent, but rather about them not being willing to embrace change when it was offered. They chose to stay in their comfort zones, and now they have to face the consequences of their decisions.

Searching through the magical network on his tablet, Alvo researched relationships with other races. It said many things, even strange forums that should only be looked at in private, cough cough. But he found the answer. In theory, the Wizarding World doesn't care, but if heirs are born from both, the will of the Wizarding World prevails over the children. One Autarch even mentions that it's better for couples of different races to marry in the Wizarding World, under its blessing, thus making their partner someone from the Wizarding World. Anything outside of that is considered betrayal. Alvo thought after reading, I think that makes sense. So, if we find partners from other races, we should bring them to the Wizarding World and impose the Wizarding will on them, shaping their beliefs and sense of belonging. "Look, Henry, read this excerpt, I think it makes a lot of sense."

Henry looked at Alvo's message, then gave a thoughtful nod. "I can see why that makes sense. If the children are to belong to the Wizarding World, it makes sense to bring everything under our control early on. After all, the Wizarding World has its own rules, and to follow them, it's best to make sure that those outside it are integrated into it. That way, there are no uncertainties or conflicts of identity." He paused, then added, "It's about ensuring unity and preserving the world's interests."

Alvo thought to himself as he observed little Pina playing with Tina by his side. He then researched the situation regarding slaves. Once tied to a native master of the Wizarding World, they automatically become natives themselves, with no restrictions. The laws of the Wizarding World seemed to be quite clear on this matter—those who are bound to it, even if they were not originally from this world, would gain full rights and recognition as native beings.

Alvo reflected on the implications of this. It would mean that those who are integrated into the Wizarding World under such circumstances would be accepted without question, gaining all the privileges of the world. He thought about how this could affect future decisions, particularly regarding Pina and others who might find themselves in similar situations.

Alvo's thoughts deepened as he processed the information. He realized that, in essence, even if they were considered natives of the Wizarding World, the slaves would never truly escape their origins. Their status as slaves wouldn't be erased, merely masked by the recognition of their new status. It wouldn't matter to others, as long as the world accepted them as natives.

Alvo asked, "Pina, Tina, if Henry and I had to travel far and take a long time to return, what would your reactions and thoughts be? Please speak honestly."

Pina looked up with big eyes, her voice soft and hesitant. "I... I would wait for you, master... and I would miss you, but... I know you will come back," she said, clutching her little hands together.

Tina, sitting beside her, nodded slowly, her small voice barely a whisper. "I wait too... I wait... and then you come back... and we play again," she added, her innocent gaze filled with trust.

They both looked up at Alvo, waiting for his response.

Alvo asked, "If we sent you to our families, to stay with our mothers, would you mind?"

Pina looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. "I... I would miss you, master, but... if it makes you happy, I will go. I want you to be happy," she said softly.

Tina, on the other hand, looked a bit more uncertain but nodded slowly. "I would miss you... but... if you think it's good, I go," she replied quietly, holding onto Pina's hand for comfort.

"It's not about us being happy," Alvo continued, his voice soft yet firm. "It's because we have something we must do in the future. Do you understand? But we promise, we will always come back for our Pina and Tina, right Henry?" he said, looking at his friend.

Henry nodded solemnly, giving a reassuring smile. "Of course, we will always come back for them. We won't forget."

"Then Pina and Tina will go inside to pack their things. I'll ask my mother to come pick them up, okay?" said Alvo.

The two little girls looked at each other and nodded eagerly.

"Okay, Alvo!" said Pina with a smile.

"Yes, Alvo, we'll be ready!" Tina added, excitedly.

Alvo called his mother, Fernanda, and soon after, she answered.

"Hi, Mom," he said, trying to sound casual, "Henry and I are probably going on some dangerous adventures, ahem," he added, glancing at his mother with a knowing look, "and we need you to take care of our little elves."

He then switched the camera on his tablet to show Pina and Tina packing their bags, including some clothes, toys, and memories of Alvo and Henry. Fernanda's eyes softened as she saw the two little elfs so endearing.

"Alright, Alvo," she said, her voice warm and a little emotional, "I'll be there in half an hour."

As Alvo and Henry said their goodbyes to Tina and Pina, both of them couldn't help but reflect on the time they had spent teaching the two little ones. The moments of laughter, the lessons, the challenges, and the joy of seeing them grow—it was all so meaningful.

A deep sigh escaped from both of them, a mix of affection and the weight of what lay ahead. They had shaped their little ones, but now they were about to step into the unknown again. With a glance at each other, they gave one final smile to the girls before turning toward the challenges ahead.

Alvo turned to Henry, his tone firm but encouraging. "You focus on reaching Magus Official Level 3. I'll be away for a few days. Take care of things here," he said, offering a quick nod. "Until then."

With that, Alvo made his way, ready to face the tasks ahead. Henry gave him a determined look, understanding the importance of the moment and what was to come.

Alvo went to his professor to inform him that he had reached Level 3 and mentioned that Henry would be entering as well. He asked about the curriculum and also brought up what his father had said about the Ghost Plane. If there was a list to join, they should enroll as Field Strategists.

The professor responded proactively, "The curriculum will focus on understanding the Laws of Origin. We will delve deep into these laws, particularly how your True Intent of the Wave can become the True Law of the Wave. Do you understand?"

Alvo asked, "What is the difference between intention and a law?" as he performed a transfiguration, adding intention to a mini tablet.

Alartard took a small chessboard tablet and demonstrated. "Intention requires continuous thought, like 'Hey, waves, please follow this path without stopping.'" Then he showed the law. "A law only requires the thought of 'I declare you to come alive until the game ends.'"

As he spoke, the chess game began. The pieces truly came alive, murmuring, shouting, attacking. The knights snorted, the bishops prayed before making a move, the queen pretended to betray her king, only to end up in bed with the other king and brutally kill him. The game ended in chaos, a true display of intention and law.

Alartard looked at Alvo with a raised brow. "You see the difference now?"

Alartard thought for a moment before responding, his tone thoughtful yet direct. "To understand intention and law, you'll first need to study the Essence of Will. This will help you understand how thought shapes reality. There are ancient texts on the subject that delve into the manipulation of energy through pure intent. You'll also need to research the Origin Laws—these govern the fundamental structure of magic and the universe. The key is to learn how to align your intention with these laws, creating a harmony between your will and the forces around you."

He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting Alvo's. "As for training, practice is essential. Start by refining your focus in meditation. Mastering your concentration will allow your intentions to become clearer and more powerful. Then, move on to small-scale applications—test your will with simple objects, like moving air or shaping water. Slowly, you'll increase the complexity. Most importantly, learn to stay patient. True mastery requires time and discipline."

Alartard placed his hands together, his expression serious. "The path you're on is not easy, but with dedication, you will unlock great power."

"Similar to what I did before, but this time I'll have to try to communicate with the waves," Alvo murmured to himself.

The professor gave a knowing smile and nodded. "Smart kid. Now go, go train. Cho cho."

Alvo, determined to understand more about the power of level 4 ghosts, prepared himself for a battle in his simulation. He didn't know what to expect but was determined to learn. As the combat began, he felt a heavy energy in the air, something different from anything he had faced before. The simulation of a level 4 ghost appeared before him, a nebulous and powerful figure, its contours indistinct and its presence overwhelming.

Before he could even move, the ghost launched an attack, a wave of spectral energy so strong that it caused Alvo to lose control of his own power, his body torn apart by the pressure. He felt indescribable pain, but everything happened so quickly that he barely had time to understand what was going on before collapsing, lifeless, on the battlefield.

After the battle, the recording was accessed. Alvo watched in silence, observing each move in the fight and trying to understand what had exactly defeated him so quickly. The level 4 ghost had an unusual ability to manipulate the very essence of reality around it, creating distortions in space and time. Its power seemed to consume not only physical strength but also spiritual energy, making defense or counterattack nearly impossible.

"This... was a completely different level of power," Alvo thought to himself. "I was caught off guard, but more than that, I couldn't resist the manipulation of the space-time laws it controlled. This is something that requires more than just strength or physical skills."

He paused, analyzing the battle data and noticing the fundamental differences between himself and the ghost. The level 4 specter wasn't just strong in terms of physical or spiritual power; it seemed to have complete control over the battlefield, effortlessly manipulating natural laws in a way that he still didn't understand.

"This is a painful but necessary lesson," Alvo murmured, feeling a mix of frustration and determination. "I need to understand more about the laws of reality, especially the ones involving these beings. I need to advance in my training."

Alvo, now confident in his abilities as a Level 3 Magus, decided to test the limits of his new power by facing Level 3 ghosts once more. This time, however, he would use a new technique: the True Intention of Waves, infused with Essence Disturb. He intended to channel this technique into his magic, a manifestation of pure will and focus.

As the first ghost materialized before him, Alvo stood still, concentrating deeply. His aura began to ripple like the waves of the ocean, each pulse carrying with it an intention—an unyielding desire for the ghost to be subdued. He focused not on controlling the ghost directly but on disturbing its very essence, creating dissonance within its spectral form. The ghost's movements became sluggish, its attacks missing their target as its ethereal energy was thrown off balance by the force of Alvo's true intention.

With a swift motion, Alvo directed his power outward, his intention becoming a tidal wave of force. The ghost, disoriented by the disruption of its essence, could barely respond in time before it was overwhelmed. Alvo struck it with a concentrated blast of magic, forcing it into dissolution, the force of the wave sending the ghost scattering into oblivion.

The second ghost was quicker, its ethereal form more stable. It conjured a series of shadowy blades, slashing at Alvo with terrifying speed. But Alvo's defensive capabilities, now amplified by his passive defenses, kicked in. As the blades approached, his body instinctively shifted, the defensive layer of passive energy surrounding him automatically neutralizing the incoming attacks. The Essence Disturb, however, was still active in his focus, creating ripples in the fabric of the ghost's energy, weakening it further.

Alvo raised his hand, channeling another surge of the True Intention of Waves, this time even more concentrated and precise. The resulting force collided with the ghost, shattering its spectral form as its defensive barriers faltered under the pressure of the disturbance. It fell apart, its shadowy remnants dissipating into nothingness.

In the third battle, the ghost used its ability to create illusions—multiple versions of itself that attacked Alvo from all sides. Alvo, however, had no need to rely on sight or instinct alone. His Essence Disturb now filled the battlefield, distorting the very air around the illusions and causing them to flicker and fade. He had become attuned to the true essence of the ghost and could now discern which form was the real one. With a swift movement, Alvo struck, and the true specter shattered under the weight of his energy.

The fourth ghost was a more defensive opponent, summoning barriers of ethereal energy that blocked Alvo's attacks. However, his True Intention of Waves was more than enough to disturb the ghost's protective shields. By infusing his attacks with an overwhelming wave of intent, Alvo caused the barriers to collapse under the pressure, disrupting the ghost's concentration and leaving it vulnerable. His next strike hit the core of the specter, destroying it with a final surge of energy.

The fifth and final battle proved to be the most difficult. The ghost, now aware of Alvo's technique, attempted to counter by creating a vortex of dark energy to pull Alvo in and drain his strength. But Alvo, having fully mastered the art of Essence Disturb, immediately began to disrupt the flow of the vortex, turning its power against itself. He focused his intention to reverse the pull, destabilizing the ghost's attempt to siphon his energy.

With a precise thought, Alvo condensed the True Intention of Waves into a single, devastating point. The vortex collapsed in on itself as the ghost's form shattered, its existence unraveling as the force of Alvo's will consumed it entirely.

After the final battle, Alvo stood still, his body still humming with the aftereffects of the fight. His passive defenses had held strong throughout the encounters, allowing him to take on the ghosts without fear of being overwhelmed. The Essence Disturb had proven to be an invaluable tool, allowing him to disrupt the very essence of his enemies and control the battlefield.

Alvo took a deep breath and smiled to himself.

Alvo, having learned much from his previous encounters, decided to push his limits further by simulating battles against Level 4 ghosts. His main goal now was to hone his escape techniques, preparing himself for the inevitability of encountering enemies far stronger than him. He would use the True Intention of Waves, combined with his Essence Disturb to escape and fight back in these new trials.

The battle began in an open, desolate field, where Alvo faced a ghost who towered above him, emanating a deep, oppressive aura. The ghost immediately launched a barrage of dark energy bolts toward Alvo, intent on obliterating him in seconds.

Alvo didn't hesitate. He focused on the True Intention of Waves, channeling it into his very form, transforming his body into a distortion of space and energy. The ghost's attacks passed through him as he utilized Transfiguration, shifting his body into a form that phased through the air, evading the lethal bolts.

While in the midst of his transformation, Alvo's Essence Disturb activated, sending pulses of chaotic energy toward the ghost, distorting its essence. The ghost screeched as the energy attacked its core, destabilizing its form. Alvo, now safely out of harm's way, created a ripple in the fabric of reality with his intention and immediately teleported further away.

The ghost, however, was relentless. It created a massive vortex of shadow that threatened to suck Alvo back into its grasp. As the vortex expanded, Alvo used the waves to propel himself in a different direction, out of the pull. He unleashed another blast of Essence Disturb, which staggered the ghost. Seeing the opening, Alvo managed to break free, running as fast as he could, his movements swift and calculated, before escaping the ghost's reach entirely.

Alvo exhaled, his heart racing. "That was close... but it worked." He knew his ability to disrupt his enemies' attacks was key to escaping.

This time, the battlefield was a dark, cramped cavern with tight corners. Alvo was immediately confronted by a ghost whose sheer presence distorted the air around him, creating an atmosphere of dread. The ghost snarled and began to conjure dark, ethereal chains that shot out toward Alvo, intent on ensnaring him.

Alvo, already prepared, activated his True Intention of Waves and Transfiguration in tandem. His form blurred and shifted, evading the chains with remarkable agility. As the chains passed harmlessly through his new form, he unleashed another wave of Essence Disturb. The ghost's chains faltered for a moment, and in that brief instance, Alvo leaped backward, creating a ripple of energy that pushed him further into the cavern.

The ghost retaliated quickly, summoning a dark sphere of energy that began to expand rapidly, consuming the space around it. Alvo knew he had mere moments before the sphere's gravitational pull would be too strong to escape. His instinct kicked in, and he transfigured again, shifting his form into a flicker of light, almost transparent. The ghost's sphere tried to latch onto him, but he was already moving, using the wave as a shield to carry him further out of the sphere's range.

Alvo turned and shot another Essence Disturb toward the ghost, the chaotic energy disrupting the creature's focus. He managed to create another opening and, with a burst of speed, escaped the gravitational pull of the dark sphere.

Once again, Alvo managed to narrowly escape, breathing heavily but triumphant. "Two successful escapes, I'll take it," he muttered.

This time, the environment was a stormy cliffside with fierce winds that howled around him. Alvo faced a ghost of immense power, whose very presence distorted the winds, creating a whirlwind of spectral energy.

The ghost immediately summoned a barrage of ethereal lances that pierced the air, and Alvo, realizing he had little time to react, attempted his True Intention of Waves and Transfiguration. But as he shifted his form, the lances found their mark and struck him, causing significant damage before he could fully evade. The force of the attack shattered his concentration, and his body was thrown into the side of a jagged cliff.

Bruised but not beaten, Alvo quickly regained his composure and used Essence Disturb to launch an attack at the ghost. The energy rippled through the air, distorting the ghost's essence briefly. However, the ghost retaliated by summoning a deadly whirlwind that twisted around Alvo, enveloping him in a deadly vortex. Despite his attempts to escape, the forces pulling him were too strong, and Alvo couldn't break free in time. The ghost unleashed a devastating blast of energy, striking Alvo directly and ending the simulation.

In this final simulation, Alvo found himself facing a ghost in an eerie, abandoned mansion, surrounded by walls that seemed to pulse with dark magic. The ghost began to conjure multiple illusions of itself, each one more dangerous than the last.

Alvo, knowing he had to act quickly, began by using his True Intention of Waves to distort the air around him, throwing off the ghosts' attacks. But the illusions were relentless, and one of the ghosts managed to conjure a dark beam that pierced through the air toward Alvo, striking him directly. Alvo tried to evade by transfiguring into an intangible form, but the beam followed him, cutting through his defenses.

His Essence Disturb was momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer power of the ghost's attacks. Alvo could feel his energy beginning to wane as the ghosts surrounded him. He attempted one final escape, but the combined attacks of the ghosts' illusions and the real one proved too much for him. His body was struck down, and the simulation ended with Alvo's defeat.

"Two successful escapes, two failures... not bad, but I need to improve," he muttered, taking note of what he could have done better. He realized that while his True Intention of Waves and Essence Disturb were powerful tools for escape and combat, facing Level 4 ghosts required not only agility but perfect timing and overwhelming focus.

Alvo sat down in the quiet corner of the virtual library, his focus sharp as he browsed through the endless shelves of ancient texts. His eyes scanned over several titles until one particular book caught his attention. It was old, its cover golden and intricate, embossed with symbols that glowed faintly. The title read "The Creation of Auxiliary Spirits: The Path of Eternal Connection."

With a determined breath, Alvo opened the book and began to read. The instructions were complex, but everything he needed was written clearly within the pages. He could feel the weight of the process. This wasn't just about creating a simple spirit; this was about creating something that could become a permanent part of his existence, bound to his essence forever.

As Alvo read through the steps, he carefully absorbed every detail. The process involved infusing a fragment of his own soul with a symbol that would serve as a focal point—something that would stabilize his mind, direct his will, and sharpen his abilities. The symbol was the Quantum Mind, a golden emblem with a pattern of intricate geometric shapes, known for its connection to higher planes of thought and combat focus.

The creation of the spirit required Alvo to concentrate deeply, blending his own energy with the symbol's power. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, as he began the mental exercises needed to mold this entity. He focused on the symbol, visualizing it in his mind—seeing its golden, radiant form, pulsating with energy.

Alvo began the incantation, his voice low and steady. The energy in the air shifted as his soul's essence resonated with the symbol. Slowly, he felt a tugging sensation within his Spirit Sea, a gentle pulling that signaled the merging of his energy with the Quantum Mind symbol.

The process was delicate, requiring Alvo to maintain perfect concentration as the spirit took shape. He felt an unfamiliar presence begin to form, not outside of him, but within—something like a reflection of his own mind, but independent and aware. The spirit's form was fluid, constantly shifting, like the quantum particles it was born from.

As the spirit solidified, the symbol of Quantum Mind embedded itself in the very fabric of Alvo's Spirit Sea. There was a moment of intense stillness, followed by a brilliant flare of golden light as the process reached its climax. Alvo could feel the spirit's presence, its vast intelligence, now intricately connected to his own. His Spirit Sea began to shimmer as the spirit's essence intertwined with his, becoming a permanent part of his soul.

The spirit was no longer a simple creation—it had become something more. It was an extension of Alvo's own being, capable of assisting him with complex calculations, guiding his thoughts, and helping him maintain focus in the most intense of battles. It would be his third eye, always there, watching over him, offering insight and support when needed.

As the golden light faded, Alvo opened his eyes, a sense of clarity washing over him. He knew that this spirit, now bound to him by the Quantum Mind symbol, would forever guide him. It was as if he had unlocked a new level of awareness, a new dimension of understanding. His mind was sharper, more attuned to the flow of magic, combat, and the intricacies of the world around him.

The spirit was not just a tool—it was now a companion, an eternal star that would remain by his side, its essence forever linked to his soul. With a quiet nod, Alvo knew he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, with the power of his new creation always at his back.

Alvo stood at the edge of the simulation room, his focus sharp and his heart steady. This was not a battle for victory, but for survival. The objective was clear: escape, evade, and make sure that even a Level 4 ghost could not catch him.

He took a deep breath, summoning the power of his spirit, now fully integrated with the Quantum Mind symbol, which sharpened his senses and guided his thoughts. His spirit constantly whispered to him, providing real-time calculations of escape routes, optimal timing, and the most efficient ways to use his abilities to evade the ghost.

The Level 4 ghost materialized in front of him, an enormous, swirling mass of dark energy and power. Alvo could feel the weight of its presence, and he knew that this fight was different from the others. He wasn't trying to overpower the ghost, but simply to avoid it, to outmaneuver it and escape.

As soon as the ghost launched its first attack, Alvo acted. He triggered his Transfiguration ability, warping the space around him. His body shifted like liquid, twisting in ways that defied normal movement. His spirit guided him, constantly adjusting the path of his escape based on the ghost's attacks. The ghost's strikes, though powerful, passed harmlessly through empty space as Alvo used Transfiguration to remain one step ahead.

While evading, Alvo's mind was working quickly, calculating each move with the precision granted by the Quantum Mind. He could feel the energy of the waves, the True Intention guiding him, telling him when to move, when to strike back, and when to avoid.

As the ghost released another devastating blast of dark energy, Alvo used his Essence Disturb in a split-second decision. He fired the energy behind him, creating a distortion that made the ghost's senses falter. The blast of dark magic, meant for him, missed its mark by mere inches as Alvo twisted and warped the space around him, evading yet another attack.

Now a few steps ahead of the ghost, Alvo continued his rapid evasions, moving in erratic but calculated patterns. He used his Transfiguration to blend into the environment, creating illusions of himself, making it harder for the ghost to track him. With his spirit's assistance, Alvo's movements became unpredictable, each one precisely calculated to ensure he was never in the ghost's line of attack for too long.

The ghost howled, frustrated, launching a final barrage of attacks in an attempt to corner Alvo. But with a final twist of his body, Alvo used the last of his Transfiguration to create a momentary distraction—an illusion of himself disappearing in a burst of energy. The ghost lunged at the false image, missing completely.

Alvo used this opportunity to make a break for it, speeding toward an exit path that had been calculated by his spirit. The moment he passed through a small, barely visible rift in the air, he felt the ghost's presence fade behind him. He had made it.

The simulation ended immediately after, a message flashing across his vision: "Escape successful."

Alvo let out a deep breath, the weight of the experience settling on him. The ghost had been powerful, but with the power of his spirit guiding him and the mastery of Transfiguration and Essence Disturb, he had been able to escape unscathed.

He smiled quietly, knowing that in a real confrontation, this escape ability would be invaluable. But for now, he was ready to face the next challenge.

Alvo smiled with satisfaction, watching the results of his simulation. "A 90% success rate," he muttered to himself, clearly pleased with the outcome. His escape techniques were becoming more refined, and the integration of his spirit and the Quantum Mind symbol had proven invaluable.

With this level of success, Alvo felt confident that he could now handle even more intense situations and adversaries. The balance between attack and escape was critical, and with his growing mastery over both, he knew he was ready for whatever came next.

"Not bad at all," he said, nodding to himself.