Chapter 120: Necrovauld Graveyard

Hades stepped into the Necrovauld Graveyard, and the moment he crossed its threshold, a dense, suffocating atmosphere enveloped him. The air was heavy with death mana, so thick it seemed to cling to his skin like an invisible shroud, swirling around him in a dark, almost tangible fog.

He stood still for a moment, letting the sinister energy seep into his very being. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he absorbed the magnitude of what surrounded him. There were also a lot of souls that were basically floating freely around.

This graveyard was unlike any place he had encountered before—an unparalleled treasure trove brimming with the dark, potent energy that perfectly suited his abilities.

[Host, this place is an absolute treasure,] the system's voice echoed in Hades's mind, brimming with shameless glee. [The death mana here is rich, almost as potent as Netherworld Mana. You'd be a fool not to take advantage—cultivating here could skyrocket your level.]

Hades's eyes gleamed with dark anticipation as he surveyed his surroundings. The thick, swirling death mana was palpable, almost as if it were beckoning him to tap into its dark energy.

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I've noticed," he replied, his voice laced with satisfaction. "This place is perfect for increasing my power."

The system practically purred with arrogance. [Obviously,] it responded, dripping with condescension, [but that's not the best part.] It paused, savoring the moment like a performer waiting for the audience's applause.

"What are you getting at?" Hades asked, already expecting some shameless remark.

[There's a veritable buffet of souls here,] the system revealed with a triumphant tone. [Just floating around, waiting to be siphoned. Use your Soul Siphon to gather them and store them in your Soul Vault. They'll be worth their weight in gold later—if you're smart enough to use them right, that is.]

Hades's smirk deepened, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You really know how to tempt a man, don't you?"

[Oh, please,] the system scoffed. [I'm just here to ensure you don't waste your potential. Let's be honest, without me, you'd be stumbling around in the dark.]

"Bold words," Hades replied, his tone playful yet challenging. "But I can't argue with the results. This place is indeed a treasure vault."

[Now you're catching on,] the system replied, its arrogance palpable. [And just so you know, this isn't some quick fix. Cultivating here could take a while, but given the circumstances at the Necrovauld Academy, that's hardly an issue. No one's going to question a prolonged absence—most disciples vanish into these places for years.]

Hades nodded, already planning his next steps. "Perfect. I'll find a hidden spot and start cultivating."

[Good idea,] the system agreed, the shamelessness back in full force. [Just make sure you don't embarrass me. I've got a reputation to uphold.]

With that, Hades began to search for a perfect location and once he found the perfect location, he settled down and began to cultivate.

The system immediately started converting the death mana into Netherworld Mana, a higher form of energy that Hades could absorb to accelerate his cultivation. seaʀᴄh thё Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

At the same time, Hades unleashed his Soul Siphon to its fullest potential. Any wandering soul that ventured too close to him was immediately drawn in, absorbed into his Soul Vault, where they would remain until he found a use for them.

As the dark energy flowed into him, Hades felt his power slowly but steadily increasing. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation wash over him. It was a process that required patience and focus, but the rewards would be worth it.

[By the way, do you seriously plan to just sit here and cultivate?] the system suddenly interjected, its voice tinged with a mix of impatience and mild irritation.

Hades didn't bother opening his eyes, his focus still on the thick death mana swirling around him. "Of course," he replied calmly. "This place is a goldmine for cultivation. Why wouldn't I?"

[Tch, how predictable.] The system's tone turned mocking, almost bored. [I expected a bit more creativity from you. Just sitting around, cultivating like some novice? Yawn.]

Hades raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "And what exactly would you suggest, oh wise one?" His voice was laced with sarcasm, though he was genuinely curious.

[Finally, you ask the right question.] The system's arrogance was palpable. [Why don't you control one of your other clones while your main body with the Hades Divine Mask stays here to cultivate?]

[I can set the mask to automatically convert the mana for you. Meanwhile, you can shift your primary consciousness to one of your other clones. Much more efficient, don't you think?]

Hades paused, considering the suggestion. He knew he could manage his clones simultaneously, experiencing everything through them, but he usually chose to focus his main consciousness on one at a time.

The idea of leaving his main body here to cultivate while he directed his attention elsewhere was intriguing.

"I see," Hades said, a smirk forming on his lips. "So you're suggesting I switch my primary consciousness to one of my other clones and let the Hades mask handle things here?"

[You finally get it,] the system responded, its tone dripping with self-satisfaction. [I knew there was hope for you yet. Let's not waste any more time on boring routines.]

Hades's smirk widened, clearly amused. "Sure, that sounds like a plan. We'll leave Hades here to cultivate while I handle other matters. Let's see how far we can push this."

[Now you're thinking like a true disciple of darkness,] the system quipped, its arrogance fully on display. [About time you started using that brain of yours.]

With that, Hades allowed his consciousness to shift, letting the system take over the cultivation process for his main body.

As his mind connected with one of his other clones, he prepared to resume his other ventures, knowing that his power would continue to grow in the graveyard, even while he focused elsewhere.