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[Ding! Because the host has passed the 10% Nourishment Rate Mark, he has effectively surpassed the emotion limiters of the system (to a degree). The result of this change is the sudden burst of everything you have been repressing...]
[You are likely to speak in a more carefree manner for a very... very long time... Upon reaching the Divine Realm, you can choose to go emotionless once more. But the pain and other costs will never be able to be altered...]
"So that's how it is." Azmodeus wore a discerning glint in his gaze as he figured something would change in the Race Nourishment Rate. But he never would've expected it to be something like this...
As his thoughts stirred, a few more system notifications rang out within his mind.
BLING!
[Ding! You have achieved the 10% Nourishment Rate for your Loot God Race!]
[Ding! You have received the 'White Loot Halo'. It is the most basic Halo that a Loot God can obtain, and it also increases all Loot Acquisition rates to '500%'. This is an overall booster and stacks on top of all other Loot Halos that you may or may not obtain.]
"This is... interesting... But fuck, I was really expecting some form of badass transformation ability..."
Azmodeus looked both pleased and frustrated with this outcome, as it became hard to quantify his surging emotions.
In spite of that, he still had a goal to accomplish in the Neverdye Galaxy, and time was money. Which was to say that with every second lost, more loot vanished from his inventory!
"Time to go teach some shitheads a few lessons on courtesy. After all, it's not very cordial to chase after a man without first introducing yourself..."
A cold smile crept up Azmodeus's exceptionally handsome face as he blurred from his spot.
FWIP!
When he reappeared, there was no longer death and destruction. Instead, it was quite peaceful, almost like a tranquil garden in space.
In fact, the place he arrived at was indeed a garden...
"Galactic Commander Bo's Garden Sanctuary..."
Azmodeus scoured the vast layout of lush, verdant trees and bushes as he attempted to find the aura that he was looking for.
She was the opponent in this situation and was someone visiting from the neighboring Galaxy of Runeyoom. As for the reason she was fighting the general, well, it was simply because the thrill of a good battle was deeply rooted in her veins.
She was called An Ling and was also someone whom the entire Runeyoom Galaxy looked up to as the War Berserker that would lead them into battle!
"..."
General Bo honed in on the rapidly approaching figure and tried to recall meeting someone with such a distinct aura. However, no matter how he thought about it, there had definitely never been an instance where he met someone like that.
Unfortunately for him, both he and An Ling weren't given much time to ponder the matter of this mysterious man, as he was already right in front of them...
WHIZ!
Azmodeus phased through the two vast points in space as his red, star-like aura appeared right in front of the two flying Generals!
"Well, whether or not he's your friend or not doesn't seem to matter anymore, as he's most definitely trying to kill us." An Ling commented on the subject of her death with a faint grin plastered on her beautiful, slightly scarred face.
"Yes, that does appear to be the case."
Galactic General Bo agreed with the female General as he jumped out of the way of the incoming meteor.
An Ling did the same, but she did so in a far more relaxed manner, seemingly not even seeing this new foe as a threat to be cautious around.
However, she would soon realize how wrong she was...
CRACKA—BOOOOOM!
Azmodeus crashed to the ground surface as a large, layered crater formed in the spot where he landed.
It was only after the smoke cleared up that both An Ling and Galactic General Bo were able to bear witness to the glitchy, devil-like figure before them. A man or beast who wore an evil expression truly befitting of his crimson red body.
His frame was roughly the size of a large cluster of star systems, making him around the same size as them. But there was something that was not analogous to what they had.
That something being his...
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