Chapter 8: Defeat is not Cultured!

Chapter 8: Defeat is not Cultured!

As guilt took over Mithras' heart, making him blame himself for this outcome, a series of system prompts echoed in his mind.

<Ding! Ding! Ding! The host is at risk of losing a loved one and has therefore unlocked the Lord's advice>

<Hidden Quest: Defeat is Not Cultured...triggered>

<A penalty of negative 2,600 Ero Points has been applied. To be reversed once the host resolves the situation>

<Defeat is not cultured, so if the system judges that the host failed to protect one that he cares for, he will be executed by the system—note that the system's criteria may not necessarily align with the host's views>

'Assign blame where it is due, but do not take responsibility for others' mistakes. Mithras, though in my experience, ruthlessness is a crucial tool for self-preservation, there was nothing you could have done to prevent this outcome.

From the moment you received the Slave Seal, the rest was a foregone conclusion. And even if you directly used the Red Cloud Pythons to exterminate house Astalon, you wouldn't have been able to escape the capital—much less cure yourself from the Sid Disease or prevent your sister's talent from getting exposed. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Accept that Fate was not on your side and make the proper plans to counter this situation. You now have my gift in you, making anything less than perfection a failure on your part.

Defeat is not cultured and unfit for the Netori Boss. So do not allow it to become your ending.

I...believe in you.' The Lord's message ended here. And while the words could seem harsh on the edges, Mithras didn't disagree.

There was nothing cultured about defeat. And defeat was what he'd earn if he didn't find a way to resolve this situation as soon as possible.

But how? How to resolve a problem that involved Akama di Angra? As Mithras' thoughts reached this point, he realized that another note followed the previous one, this time written in Ishtar's handwriting.

"Mithras, turns out I was born with a divine-class Mutation known as the Erogasmic Archfiend Mutation. That mutation is a bit special and was the reason for my sickness growing up. I don't know how, but Arian noticed it and informed his master: the headmistress of the Red Cloud Theocracy. She sold the information to the Angra Theocracy—using me to build an alliance and earn benefits for her faction.

Akamana claims she will need about six months to complete the awakening of my mutation and prepare me for the Archfiend Rite. When that time comes, she will make me an Avatar of Ahriman—Antigod of Infernalism." Ishtar's note stopped here—ended by an incomplete and crossed lily drawing.

Or was there?

'The Red Cloud Theocracy, number two of the Purple Dawn Continent, only has three Golden Palace tier powerhouses—five if you include the retired grand priest and headmaster.

The Angra Theocracy has 20.

But in the Blood Smelting Kingdom, to say nothing of the Golden Palace—even Great Expansion rank templars are few and far between. Doesn't this mean that if I can train or take control of a couple Golden Palace rank templars, I can take over the Blood Smelting Kingdom?

Think bigger. With my abilities and system, how hard would it be to take control of the Red Cloud Theocracy's headmistress and train her to Akamana's level?

Six months to defeat Akamana on my own is not realistic. But I don't have to. Pit wolves against wolves. Let the hussies tear one another to shred and collect the benefits. To get my sis back, I don't need six months...just a good use of my brain and secret juice.' In a flash, a series of plots flashed through Mithras' mind.

Had Akamana just wanted to train Ishtar into her successor, the situation wouldn't have been that urgent. But the hussy was actually conspiring to turn Mithras' sister into the avatar of an Antigod.

To say nothing of Ahriman. Even if Ishtar had been selected to become the Avatar of the Holy Savior, Mithras would still do his best to foil that plan.

The two had yet to meet, yet Akamana had become Mithras' worst enemy.

He didn't just want to defeat her.

He had to make her give up her ambitions and bankrupt the Angra Theocracy for a chance at slobbering on his dick!

"Akama di Angra...you have taken the road of ruin and can only blame yourself for what I will do to you," Mithras said in a calm and chilling tone—causing Cassandra to shudder at the audacious words.

"Hehehe, quite the bold statement for a little slave!" At that time, a shrill voice echoed from behind the door, rattling Mithras' ears.

In synch, Mithras and Cassandra turned towards the entrance, where a bloodied Arian held onto his dislocated right arm.