Chapter 342

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Eager to understand the full extent of his new ally's capabilities, Argon immediately prompts the system, "Open the status of Morgrim."

A new screen materializes before his eyes, displaying the information in crisp, glowing text:

[Morgrim

Race: Lich

Cultivation: Peak-Stage Heavenly Realm]

Though Argon's expression remains calm, inside, he is thoroughly impressed by Morgrim's cultivation level. "As expected of a black card," he thinks, marveling at the strength that now stands beside him, ready to follow his command.

Turning to Morgrim with an approving nod, Argon acknowledges the Lich's power, "Not bad, Peak stage of Heavenly Realm." His words are measured, but the underlying tone of respect is unmistakable.

"Thank you, My Lord," Morgrim responds, his voice as cold and as it is respectful. Inside, the Lich is not surprised that Argon can discern his cultivation level so quickly. Despite Argon being at the Soul-Body Converging stage, Morgrim can sense a vast, dormant power within him—a monstrous force waiting to be unleashed.

With the acknowledgment of Morgrim's status complete, Argon shifts his focus back to the gacha machine. "Ok, please wait to the side first, I still have one last chance to summon." Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

Her skin, already pale, takes on an ethereal luminescence, and two delicate horns curve gracefully from her forehead, adding to her otherworldly charm. Her wings, thin and bat-like, unfurl from her back, tinted in shades of deep purple and black, completing the transformation into her succubus form. This form exudes a more overt sense of power and seduction, characteristics intrinsic to her race.

"Master, do you want me to keep my human form or this succubus form?" she inquires, her voice laced with a playful, flirtatious undertone that seems to fill the room with an intangible allure. It's clear from her demeanor that she's comfortable in either form, each serving its purpose in the dance of seduction and power that succubi are known for.

Argon, taken aback by the transformation and the sudden question, responds with a calm that belies his intrigue. "Just do what you want," he says, his voice even. He's aware of the succubi's nature and their ability to shift between forms based on what they deem most effective for their current purpose.

"Very well, Master. I shall stay in this form then, for it is my true nature," the succubus replies, her crimson eyes gleaming with an inner light that speaks of centuries of experience and an innate understanding of the darker, more primal aspects of desire and manipulation.

"Your name," Argon prompts, wanting to address his new subordinate by something more personal than just her race.

"I am known as Seraphine," she responds a hint of pride in her tone. Her name, like her appearance, carries an air of elegance and mystery.

Argon nods, acknowledging the introduction. "Seraphine, then. Welcome to my service. Your abilities will be invaluable as we expand our influence."

"Thank you, My Lord. I assure you, my powers of persuasion and seduction can turn the tides in our favor, be it in gathering information or swaying allies to our cause," Seraphine states confidently, her form shifting slightly as she speaks, emphasizing her adaptability and the subtle power she wields.

Curious to understand more about his new ally, Argon calls upon the system once again, "System, open the status of Seraphine."