Finally, I Got Transmigrated Into Another World!

Tristan broke the silence, his tone steady. "Uncle Thoran, have you prepared the requests Lord Lucien mentioned?"

Thoran nodded. "I have. So, what do you want to start with? The map? Or the information?"

After a moment of thought, Tristan replied, "Let's start with the information. What do you have?"

Thoran shifted his posture, his expression turning serious. "Five days ago, one of my members, who works as a knight under Brighthold's nobility, witnessed a group carrying someone with their upper body concealed in a sack. They entered the western sewers. There's a high chance that person is the one you're looking for."

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "And your knight didn't investigate further?"

"No," Thoran replied bluntly. "It was under direct orders from Brighthold's nobility."

Tristan furrowed his brow, deep in thought. "Are the nobles in this city involved with that Demon God cult?"

He broke his silence. "Which noble gave that order, Uncle Thoran?"

Thoran pondered for a moment before answering, "If I'm not mistaken, it was Noble Ruberion."

Tristan pressed further, "And who is the leading noble in this region?"

"Count Rosandor oversees this city," Thoran explained. "Are you suspecting the nobles here of being involved in these kidnappings?"

"It's just a suspicion," Tristan replied. "That's why I'm asking you and Uncle Rowen about Count Rosandor. What kind of person is he?"

Rowen stroked his chin, tilting his head as he searched his memory. "Hmm… As far as I recall, Count Rosandor is a kind and caring individual, deeply devoted to his citizens. I met him once while escorting Lord Lucien to a noble banquet."

Tristan turned to Thoran, who also seemed to delve into his memories.

"Rowen's not wrong," Thoran agreed. "But over the past few months, his demeanor has changed. He no longer leaves his estate as often as he used to, he used to love walking around and observing his people. On top of that, he's been imposing outrageous tax increases."

Tristan leaned forward slightly, his voice sharp. "When exactly did this change start?"

"Roughly two or three months ago," Thoran replied after some thought.

After a few minutes of contemplation, Tristan finally spoke, "It seems my suspicions were correct."

Both Rowen and Thoran looked surprised. Thoran leaned forward. "What makes you so certain?" Rowen nodded, equally eager to hear Tristan's reasoning.

Tristan clasped his chin, his expression sharpening. "Before I explain, I have one more question. Does Count Rosandor have a child around my age? Slightly younger or older, perhaps?"

Thoran thought for a moment. "He does. Count Rosandor has three children, but the one closest to your description is his son, Louis."

Tristan's eyes narrowed. "Have you seen Louis recently, within the past three months?"

Thoran frowned, delving into his memory. "Hmm, no, I don't think so. Last I recall, he was attending the Celathor Academy. Why do you ask?"

Tristan exhaled slowly and began his explanation. "Three months ago, a massive orc army moved from the Redwatch region toward the Netherbane Forest. Are you aware of this?"

Both Rowen and Thoran nodded.

Tristan continued, "I believe that movement was nothing more than a diversion."

Rowen raised a brow. "A diversion for what?"

Tristan's voice dropped a notch, his tone serious. "You're aware that Sheyla was kidnapped, correct?"

Rowen nodded again.

"Her abduction happened immediately after the orc migration concluded. And, if you recall, what happened this morning?"

Rowen's eyes widened. "Princess Eloria's kidnapping?"

"Exactly," Tristan affirmed. "Do you see where I'm going with this?"

Thoran furrowed his brows. "Are you suggesting that noble children are the targets of these kidnappings?"

Tristan nodded. "Precisely. And not just any children, they're looking for specific ones. I think the criteria is like this: boys or girls aged 7 to 10, with noble parents or caretakers."

Thoran's face twisted in confusion. "How can you be so detailed about this?"

Tristan's gaze hardened. "Because they're searching for a particular child. And now, they've found who they were looking for, that is my friend."

Rowen's expression shifted as understanding dawned. His voice trembled. "Are you saying… they're kidnapping children to find those with the Hero occupation?"

"Exactly," Tristan confirmed grimly.

Thoran looked confused at the conversation between Rowen and Tristan. "What do you mean by the Hero's occupation?" he asked.

Tristan explained, "The friend of mine who was kidnapped possesses the Hero occupation."

Thoran's eyes widened in shock. "Are you saying that the Hero has already appeared?"

Tristan nodded.

Thoran's expression darkened. "Then the Demon King's existence has been confirmed, and the era of darkness is about to begin again."

Tristan added firmly, "That's why we need to rescue my friend as quickly as possible. From what I've read, only the Hero has the power to defeat the Demon King."

Thoran agreed. "You're right. In that case, we need to start moving immediately."

However, Thoran seemed to recall something and added, "But you still haven't fully answered our questions about Count Rosandor's involvement in all of this."

Tristan exhaled deeply and responded, "Isn't it obvious? Count Rosandor's child was kidnapped, and he's being forced to comply with the kidnappers' demands. Their demands likely include the freedom to operate in this city and establish a base here."

Both Thoran and Rowen were struck by the clarity of Tristan's deduction.

"That makes sense," Thoran admitted.

Tristan added, "But that's only if the real Count Rosandor hasn't been replaced."

Thoran raised an eyebrow. "Replaced? What do you mean?"

Tristan's gaze darkened. "My father once fought someone with the ability to take on the form of any being they killed. If we assume that someone like that exists, it's possible that the current Count Rosandor isn't the real one anymore."

Thoran scratched his head, frustration evident. "Damn, this just got a lot more complicated."

Suddenly, without realizing it, Thoran shifted into his true form, a strikingly handsome and well-built man.

Tristan immediately unsheathed his sword and aimed it at Thoran. "So, you're not the real Thoran, are you?" he said coldly, his intent to strike clearly visible.

Thoran looked down at his hands and then felt his body in alarm. "W-wait, wait! This is my real form!" Then Thoran said to himself, "I have fought thousands of battle, and right now, I'm sure that what ever I do, I definitely die." cold sweat began to drip from Thoran's face.

Tristan's expression didn't waver. "Die." He raised his sword, ready to strike, but Rowen interjected.

"Wait, Tristan!"

Tristan halted his sword mid-swing and glanced at Rowen, who said, "Now I remember. At first, I was unsure, thinking it might just be a coincidence they have same names. But seeing this form, I'm certain, he is really is the former S-rank adventurer, Thoran."

Relieved, Thoran added, "Se-See? I've been honest all along!"

Tristan sheathed his sword but shot Thoran a stern look. "It's your fault for not introducing yourself in your real form."

Thoran laughed nervously. "Haha, my apologies. I got carried away playing the role of Brutus." Then talk to himself again, "Damn, I almost died."

The tension eased, and Thoran shifted the topic. "So, are we making our move tonight?"

Tristan shook his head. "No. We've already exhausted ourselves from today's journey. I want to be in top condition when we search. We'll begin tomorrow morning. I suspect their security will be more relaxed during daylight."

Thoran frowned. "What makes you so certain?"

Tristan smirked faintly. "Call it intuition."

Thoran let out a sigh and said, "Alright, follow me. I'll show you to your rooms."

Tristan and Rowen followed Thoran down the hallway until they arrived at a modest yet comfortable chamber.

"Here you go. Rest well," Thoran said, stepping aside to let them in.

"Alright," Tristan replied with a nod.

"Thank you," Rowen added with a polite smile.

After settling in, Tristan and Rowen began preparing for bed. As Tristan laid down, his thoughts lingered on Cheryl.

"Wait for me, Cheryl. I'll save you," he vowed silently.

Soon, he drifted into a deep sleep.

[Level Up]

[Level Up]

[Level Up]

[Level Up]

[Level has reached its limit]

[Level cannot increase further due to physical constraints]

[You reach the specified level]

[Searching for a suitable new skill to match user's body and development]

[Searching...]

[Skill found...]

[Unlocked Skill: Limit-Breaker-Current Saving Levels 2]

The next morning, Tristan woke up feeling unusually refreshed, as if his entire body had been revitalized.

"Hmm, did I level up?" he wondered, stretching his limbs. "Let's take a look."

He reached into his storage room and pulled out a small hand mirror. Holding it up, he focused his gaze, try to use his All-knowing Sight skill

A familiar blue screen materialized before his eyes, displaying his current status:

Name: Tristan Ciyane-Level 60 (Max)! ***

Occupation: All-knowing Sage

Attributes:

Strength: A (Max)

Vitality: A (Max)

Agility: A (Max)

Mana: A (Max)

Luck: A (Max)

Skill:

1. Trap Setter-Level 22*

2.Throw-Level 22*

3.Observation-Level 20*

4. Thurst-Level 7

5. Pain Resistance-Level 18

6. Cold Blooded-Level 18

7. Strong Will-Level 10

8. Swordplay-Level 20*

9. Crafting-Level 16

10. Cooking-Level 15

11. Meditation-Level 11

12. Tracking-Level 10

13. Stab-Level 21

14. Enhanced Vision-Level 15

15. Mana Control-Level 28*

16. Tamer-Level 1

17. Regeneration-Level 20*

18. Spell Creation-Level 18

19. All-knowing sight-Level 20*

20. Limit-Breaker-Current Saving Levels: 2 (!)

Passive Skill:

1. Double-Level Max (You give two times damage)

2. Poison Immunity-Level Max (Immune to all poisons)

Overall Score: S+

"Huh? What does 'max' next to my level and attributes mean? Is the maximum level really just 60? No, no, Thoran reached level 80, and Uncle Lucien is at level 85. There's no way my maximum level is only 60," Tristan muttered to himself, frustration creeping into his tone.

He scanned his status again, his eyes landing on the small exclamation mark next to his level. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Focusing his thoughts on the icon, a new interface appeared:

[Level cannot increase further due to physical constraints. Level will rise again once the body reaches a suitable developmental stage. Time remaining until maturity: 1,460 days.]

Tristan read the notification carefully, stroking his chin in thought.

"So, I can't level up anymore because my body hasn't fully matured yet? Makes sense, I guess," he said, though a hint of annoyance lingered in his voice.

Determined to understand more, Tristan continued analyzing his status. His gaze shifted to the newly unlocked Limit-Breaker skill, noticing yet another exclamation mark beside it. He focused on it, and another interface unfolded:

[Limit-Breaker: Allows the user to surpass their limits. The amount of power gained depends on the number of levels absorbed by this skill. Levels can only be stored if the user has reached the maximum level.]

"So that's how it works," Tristan murmured, piecing it together. "Because I can't increase my level anymore, this system gave me a skill to compensate for my inability to grow stronger."

A grin spread across his face, excitement flashing in his eyes. "I can't wait to try out this new skill."