Chapter 144
An Obvious Trick
After some time had passed, Arthur, Zhuo Fan, and Miss Li arrived at a quiet bedroom shrouded in a heavy silence, as though time itself had stopped within it.
The room was carefully arranged, filled with the faint scent of medicinal herbs, and at its center stood a simple wooden bed upon which an elderly man lay motionless.
His eyes were open, stiff and empty, devoid of any light of life, as though the body had become nothing more than a hollow vessel.
Beside him sat Yang Ming in silence, his expression calmer than it should have been.
Zhuo Fan stepped forward slowly, then grabbed the old man's hand and examined him carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Ooooh… so that's how it is."
The atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense.
Miss Li quickly raised her head, anxiety reflected in her voice. "What do you mean?"
Zhuo Fan smiled faintly, carrying hidden cunning within it. "This old man… has no internal injuries whatsoever."
Miss Li's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "If there are no internal injuries… then why can't he move?!"
He did not answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and spoke confidently:
"Because your father's condition was not caused by an injury… but by something strange that settled inside his body."
At that exact moment, both the old man lying on the bed and Yang Ming's expressions changed drastically.
Yang Ming suddenly moved like a snake finally deciding to strike. He rushed toward the bed and pressed a hidden button beside it.
Craaack—
The floor beneath Miss Li's feet opened, and she fell into a dark pit screaming before the trap sealed shut above her.
At the same time, Yang Ming charged toward Arthur, launching a swift attack.
Arthur attempted to dodge, but Yang Ming's speed was terrifying; the blow struck his neck directly, sending him flying into the wall, while Zhuo Fan was thrown aside as well.
Yang Ming laughed mockingly as he sealed the gate.
"Did you really think you could fool me?
Idiots… naïve fools."
Silence filled the air.
Inside the dark pit, Miss Li sat on the ground with her head buried between her knees.
The pain of betrayal was worse than any wound.
She remembered Arthur and Zhuo Fan's words, how she had denied them, how she had clung blindly to her trust in her brother… and now everything had become a cruel reality she could no longer escape.
As for Arthur, he sat calmly to the side, drawing his legs together and closing his eyes.
There was not the slightest trace of panic on his face.
He knew.
He knew that what was happening now was merely part of Zhuo Fan's cunning plan.
'Alright… let's see.'
He began carefully examining his body, checking the flow of the Spiritual Blood Technique and the condition of the Spirit Infant.
Little by little, the inspection was completed.
'Yes… it succeeded.
The Spiritual Blood Technique has been completely mastered, and the Spirit Infant has become a truly lethal weapon.
Previously, I had to physically touch the target with my hand… but now, through the Spirit Infant, I can drain an enemy the moment it grabs them.
This… is excellent progress.'
A calm smile appeared on his face.
Dark blood began gathering inside his body, condensing and taking shape until a small entity appeared in the form of an infant, its features demonic and its eyes glowing with horrifying hunger.
'Go.'
With a silent command, the Spirit Infant slipped out of Arthur's body unnoticed and moved upward.
Above, four guards stood before the gate.
Through the Spirit Infant's eyes, Arthur observed them clearly.
The infant quietly pierced the first guard's body and began draining him slowly and precisely.
At first, the guard felt nothing… then came exhaustion, then nausea, and after only twenty seconds, his body shrank and collapsed dead before his companions without any of them understanding what had happened.
'Good… now let's test the speed.'
The Spirit Infant instantly launched forward and pierced the second guard's body.
Only five seconds later, he dropped dead without moving.
Before Arthur could continue, he noticed something else.
A red thread.
It had pierced the third guard's body.
A strange voice emerged from the guard's chest:
"Enter the room… and help us quickly."
When no one responded, the third guard's eyes exploded in pain, his face twisted grotesquely, and he collapsed dead.
The red thread moved once more and pierced the final guard's body.
"Enter the room and help us immediately… or die here and now."
The last guard trembled violently, dropped to his knees, and shouted in terror:
"Alright! Alright, sir! I'll do it! Don't kill me!"
He rushed inside.
At that moment, Arthur calmly ordered:
'Return.'
The Spirit Infant returned to his body without anyone noticing.
Arthur smiled as he turned toward Zhuo Fan, who was smiling as well, as though everything was proceeding exactly according to plan.
"So…"
Zhuo Fan spoke in a quietly deadly tone:
"It's time to leave, Arthur."
Moments later, the door opened.
"Wake up and follow me if you don't wish to die, Miss Li."
Zhuo Fan and Arthur jumped out of the pit and left without hesitation.
Zhuo Fan approached the old man lying on the bed and looked at him coldly.
"Listen carefully, old man.
I am Zhuo Fan, servant of the Luo Family.
We have only one enemy, and our allies are few."
He stepped closer.
"I can help you… but in exchange, you will obey my orders from this point onward."
The old man slowly closed his eyes… agreeing.
In the next moment, a red thread emerged from the guard's chest and pierced the old man's chest.
His body trembled violently before he suddenly opened his eyes.
"My daughter… are you alright?"
But the scream that followed was filled with agony.
Something emerged from his chest.
Zhuo Fan moved with lightning speed and caught it.
'Ooooh… it's the Snow Silkworm.
Who would have expected to find it here?
I can use it for many things…'
He placed it into a vial and immediately hid it away.
Then he turned coldly.
"Support your father… we're leaving."
With those words, the four of them left the mountain.
But what awaited them outside was not an ambush…
It was a silent massacre.
The mountain grounds were covered in corpses.
Every man on the mountain had fallen dead, without signs of battle, without screams, without meaningful resistance.
Their bodies lay where they had fallen, as though death itself had passed over them invisibly.
Everyone had been killed…
from a single side.
And without anyone noticing.
Zhuo Fan did not feel reassured.
He stopped briefly and stared at the scene with sharp eyes.
He did not remember killing all these people, nor giving any order to do so, nor even engaging in a battle that would result in this number of deaths.
'This was not my doing…'
Suspicion crept into his mind as he began reviewing possibility after possibility.
Was there a hidden helper?
An enemy watching from the shadows?
Or perhaps…
He stopped.
He could not find a single clue.
No familiar aura, no traces of battle, no recognizable signature.
The Demonic Emperor moved forward calmly, though his mind was working at full speed,
while beside him walked the worst King of Death…
Arthur.
A faint smile, barely visible, appeared on his lips.
'What a fine harvest… truly.'
Arthur continued walking as though nothing had happened.
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Ten days later
Everyone returned to the Luo Family residence.
The moment Arthur stepped inside, he headed directly toward the training room and tightly shut the door behind him.
Alright…
He took a deep breath and looked around.
No one.
He calmly snapped his fingers.
The dark Spirit Infant emerged smoothly from his body like a living shadow.
It approached Arthur and gently rubbed its head against its master's hand with childlike affection that completely contradicted its terrifying nature.
"Hmm…
Spirit Infant is too long of a name…
I should give you one."
Arthur smiled faintly.
"Your name will be… Wrath.
Do you like it?"
Wrath lightly nodded his head, and a small demonic smile appeared on his face.
"Good.
It's time to work, Wrath."
—
Nearly one hundred and fifty people…
had become victims of what happened at the mountain.
Arthur had not killed them all directly with sword or brute force.
Instead, he drained their strength, their essence, their very lives.
And now…
he was attempting to merge that power with his body.
With a slight gesture of his hand, Wrath understood what was required. He sat cross-legged before Arthur and quietly began transferring the energy.
Little by little,
magical energy formed, flowed, then gently entered Arthur's body with astonishing smoothness.
Arthur felt the power merging with his bones, blood, and soul.
He did not reject it.
He did not resist it.
Instead, he calmly accepted it, refined it, and fused it into his being.
Minutes passed…
then hours…
until two full days had gone by.
Arthur slowly opened his eyes.
It had succeeded.
He smiled calmly while Wrath stood before him like a loyal guardian that never moved.
"Personal Window."
| Name: Arthur Narin
Age: 19 Years Old
Level: 8 |
| Spiritual Power: 60
Magic Energy: 80
Dark Energy: 80
Agility: 55
Endurance: 66 |
| Profession: Necromancer – C
Personal Points: 15,000
Potions: 10 Miraculous Healing Potions |
"Ooooh…
This is very good."
His eyes gleamed.
'My body has improved tremendously…
especially my magic energy.'
He looked at Wrath and smiled.
He calmly moved his hands and began gathering magical energy from the surroundings.
Between his palms, a sphere of pure energy formed, calm and stable.
"I can feel magic flowing everywhere…
but I'm still too weak to fully control it.
No matter… one step at a time."
He waved a finger toward Wrath.
Wrath sat cross-legged before him, received the magical energy, and began merging it into his body.
Some time passed…
Then Wrath opened his eyes.
Arthur felt the new power flowing through the Spirit Infant's body — strong and stable.
"You've become stronger… Wrath."
At that moment—
DOOOOM!
A deafening explosion shook the training room and blasted through its walls violently.
Arthur frowned and immediately stood up.
"Damn… what in the creator of the universe is happening here?"
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