Chapter 242: The One Who Betrayed

Chapter 242: The One Who Betrayed

As he faced the crushing grip of death, the sensation of his insides about to be squeezed out of him like toothpaste overwhelmed Kazuo. In this dire moment, he grasped the gravity of his mistake a misstep with no chance of rectification.

He shouldnt have come to this place to begin with!

"What in the world-" His words were severed as his limbs were contorted and torn.

Strangely, pain eluded Kazuo; his mind fixated solely on the Shadow Tower. That looming place destined to house his soul and torture it for eternity.

The revelation of the new Shadow Towers inheritor will surely be a shock, Kazuo mused in his fading consciousness.

As his awareness slipped away, Kazuo was reborn into a world of void. The Kuro Clan's tradition dictated that the Tower claimed their leaders posthumously, subjecting them to everlasting torment. At least, that's what folklore conveyed, though fact and fiction often intertwined.

Though regret shadowed his last moments, his options were irrevocably exhausted. His curiosity now leaned toward the origin of this soul-like presence whether his own or a construct conceived by the Tower's enigmatic architect.

Existence of the soul a timeless enigma pondered by renowned exorcists through epochs, a riddle that defied solution.

Yet, before contemplation could deepen, a magnetic tug focused on his forehead, and suddenly, he stood upon a dark domain of shadows.

A flood of insights coursed into his mind it was the memories of the tower creator concealed within. Did the Shadow Tower have an unseen condition? One triggered upon its possessor's demise?

Well, this is quite the predicament, isnt it? quipped a man, a brown beard and cascading hair framing his face, striking blue eyes exuding warmth that could brighten the bleakest room.

Beside him stood a figure with a tattered crown, nodding in agreement. Yes, you could say that. Did you have to go and put a charm into your name like that? Now the demons have banded together and have even put a curse on your name so no one except you will ever remember it.

The blue-eyed man chuckled, but the happiness wasnt there as the smile didnt quite reach their eyes. Well, if they wanted to target someone they should have gone for me instead of directing their useless hatred elsewhere.

Its all due to your carelessness, retorted a dark-haired man, an air of gloom clinging to him. Kazuo recognized him as Kuro Clan kin. You had an ego after your talent was revealed to be 100% and that cost you dearly. Even stronger demons and spirits who never intervened in the battles between humans and demons, have gotten involved and have started killing humans.

I The blue-eyed man's grin dimmed. I guess I should have been more careful. But there is no use crying over spilled milk.

"Shut the hell up!" The dark-haired man's fists clenched as he spoke. "You never cared about anyone but yourself from the start. Your arrogance has had grave consequences for humanity. Already, over 45% of the world's population has perished. Children, men, women, the elderlyall have fallen victim. Families endured unspeakable horrors as sadistic demons slaughtered and tormented them in each other's presence."Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

A trickle of blood escaped Gem's nose, his strength waning. A human body can only contain so much Ord.

Realizing this, he clasped his hands. The shadow beneath him stretched and formed into a giant wolf head with its jaws open, from which a towering shadow skyscraper erupted. His own Ord manifested before him, an astonishing sight that left him awestruck. "What is this?"

Gem knew he was kinda stupid, yet even he recognized the distinctive signature ability of the Kuro Clan Head. Though he never knew exactly what the tower of shadows did.

Previously, Gem had held the least Ord among the group, narrowly trailing Anika. Now, however, his Ord was monstrous; he surpassed even the likes of Zumi and Sei. No, even if everyone here combined their Ord, he had more than all of them!

But despite his newfound power, Gem couldn't help but wonder just how strong it would be if he used his special ability at night!

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As Carpy devoured his master, he felt a sense of unbearable despair. But he slowly felt something strange happening inside of him, it was usually unnoticeable but for someone with his sensory powers how could he not notice something like this? Especially when he was very familiar with a phenomenon like this.

The process resembled when an ultimate class demon is eaten by another demon, which in return causes a seed to form inside of them and be a way for the ultimate class demon to get reborn. Of course, the chances of this happening were very low, and the ultimate class demons themselves must have good control over their power to even have a chance to do something like this.

Carpy swallowed down his excitement, as he knew that this was something that even Perfect Me wasnt sure something like that would work. But this was the best revival method Perfect Me could think of.

There was the Cursed Corpse Art that the Shi Clan used, but they only controlled corpses and didnt bring people back to life. That one time when the Magician awoke his consciousness was nothing more than a fluke.

What if this didnt work, Carpy wondered. With Master Kons corpse now gone, the chances of him reviving were nonexistent.

Just thinking about that brought Carpys world to a standstill. What would he even do without Master Kon? He had never really thought about it. His goal had always been to get stronger and now he was stronger. But what was he even going to do with all this power?

He only wanted the power to defend himself and help Master Kon. At least those were his thoughts when Master Kon was alive, now he didnt have any of that!

Master Kon planned to save the world, but Carpy planned to save Master Kon even if it cost the world.

As he was thinking that, Carpy realized that he was out of Perfect Me and could do what he wanted. The incubation period had started and he could only hope that Master Kon would somehow come out of this alive.

Carpy flew around Avalon Island, with his mind wandering about as he stared at the many strings of fate around the place. Strangely, there were some creatures on the island that had their strings of fate directly tied to the island somehow.

What was up with that?