Chapter 119: Mission Center of Necrovauld

Hades stood in the quiet of the library, having absorbed an immense amount of knowledge over the past two weeks. Satisfied with the wealth of dark spells and martial arts techniques he had gleaned, he turned inward, addressing the sentient system within him.

"Can I upgrade my Divine Scripture now?" he asked, his voice steady, though a hint of anticipation lingered in his tone.

[Hah! You're just now asking? Of course, I've already upgraded it,] the system responded, its tone dripping with arrogant confidence. [I don't just sit around waiting for you to catch up, you know. I've taken the Abyssal Nether Core Divine Scripture and elevated it to a six-star Divine Scripture.]

Hades's eyes widened slightly, a spark of excitement lighting up his usually calm expression. "A six-star Divine Scripture? That's impressive. But," he paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "I assume the upgrades were limited to the dark spells and martial arts techniques available here?"

The system practically sneered in its response. [Exactly, genius. The resources here are all about dark magic and martial arts, so that's what I worked with. But don't go thinking that's a limitation. It's still a substantial improvement—thanks to me, of course.]

Hades couldn't help but smile, amused by the system's shameless boasting. "I see. You really do enjoy patting yourself on the back, don't you?"

[Well, someone has to appreciate the hard work around here,] the system retorted, its tone both mocking and self-satisfied. [But enough chit-chat. You've got a six-star Divine Scripture now, so what are you waiting for? Get to cultivating, unless you want to fall behind your sister.]

Hades's smile widened, the system's taunt only fueling his determination. "Alright then. It's time to cultivate again," he agreed, his voice firm with resolve.

With his next move decided, Hades exited the library, his thoughts focused on his upcoming cultivation. As he passed by the entrance, the officer who had checked him in looked up from his desk, curiosity in his eyes.

"Did you find something to borrow?" the officer asked, his tone polite but laced with a hint of expectation. Searᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Hades paused, offering a smooth smile. "Not yet," he replied calmly. "I spent the last two weeks exploring the knowledge within. It's clear to me now that my skills still need refining before I can make the best use of what's here. I'll borrow something later, once I'm ready."

The officer nodded, understanding that Hades was taking his time to perfect his craft. "Very well," he said, waving him through without further questions.

Hades left the library behind, his steps purposeful as he headed toward the mission center. He knew that if he wanted to elevate his cultivation, he needed a place steeped in dark mana, a place where he could truly immerse himself in the energy that fueled his power.

Upon reaching the mission desk, Hades was greeted by an older man with a shrewd, calculating gaze. The man's eyes lingered on Hades for a moment, assessing him before he spoke.

The officer behind the desk looked up as Hades approached, his expression impassive, eyes revealing nothing of what he might be thinking. "What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice calm and steady.

Hades stepped closer, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. His tone was direct but held a note of respect. "I'm looking for the best place to cultivate dark mana around here. Where should I go?"

The officer regarded Hades with a long, considering look, weighing his words before replying. After a moment, he leaned back slightly, his tone becoming more deliberate. "If it's dark mana you're after, the Necrovauld Graveyard is where you'll want to be."

He paused, letting the words sink in, then continued, his voice dropping to a slightly more ominous tone. "That place is saturated with undead energy, dark mana, and all manner of sinister forces. It's perfect for cultivating dark arts, but I should warn you—it's not without its dangers. Only those who are truly prepared should venture there."

A smirk curled at the corners of Hades's mouth, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "Dangerous, you say? Sounds like just the kind of place I'm looking for. Tell me, is there a mission involving the graveyard?"

The officer, catching the determined glint in Hades's eyes, nodded thoughtfully. "There is, in fact, a mission. The Necrovauld Graveyard is home to a rare material known as the Death Flower."

The officer leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as he continued. "These flowers thrive in areas saturated with dark and undead mana. Because of the potent energy that seeps through our graveyard, the Death Flowers harvested here are of the highest quality. We offer points based on how many stalks you can bring back."

Hades's smirk deepened, fully grasping the opportunity being presented to him. "Perfect," he replied, his tone brimming with confidence. "I'll take that mission."

The officer, noticing the determination in Hades's eyes, swiftly processed the mission request. He handed over the mission details, his gaze growing serious as he leaned in slightly.

"Listen," the officer cautioned, his voice carrying a weight of experience, "the Necrovauld Graveyard is no ordinary place. The dark energy there can be overwhelming, even for someone of your level. It's a dangerous place, but if you can navigate it, the rewards will be substantial."

Hades met the officer's gaze with a calm, unwavering expression. "I appreciate the warning," he replied, his tone steady and resolute. "But I'm more than prepared for what lies ahead."

Taking the mission slip, Hades felt a surge of purpose. With his newly upgraded Divine Scripture and the ideal cultivation environment waiting for him, he was ready to push his limits and unlock new depths of power.

The Necrovauld Graveyard—an arena of death, dark mana, and untold challenges—would be his next battleground. A place where he could truly test the boundaries of his dark abilities and refine his strength.

As he exited the mission center, a wave of dark anticipation coursed through him. The graveyard's sinister pull was palpable, like a whisper in his mind, beckoning him toward its depths. Hades's smirk returned, his eyes glinting with excitement.

"Let's see what this place has to offer," he murmured to himself, feeling the thrill of the challenge ahead. The Necrovauld Graveyard was calling, and he was more than ready to answer.