Chapter 263

Chapter 263

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 263 The Inverted pentagram (3)

From the center of the black current, an eerie and creepy voice emanated.

[He-hahaha! Now, the mana is plentiful! The time has come to open the Gate of the Abyss and bring about the destruction of humanity! Despair, weaklings! I, Decarabia, have descended!]

The Seventh Corpse (Decarabia).

He opens his blood-red outer eyes, casting a sinister glow upon the world.

[‘Seventh Corpse’ Decarabia]

Danger Level: S+

Size: ?

Location: Depths of the Gate of Abyss, ‘Snake’s Womb’

Also known as the ‘Seventh Corpse.’

One of the ten supreme demons and disasters, the nemesis of humanity, inexorable and invincible.

“Sweep the food like a locust swarm.”

‘Ten Commandments’ 10: Above –

Vikir stared at the gigantic Inverted Pentagram in front of him.

‘What a weird looking thing...’

Meanwhile,

Decarabia, with an uncertain expression, as if he couldn’t grasp the current situation, rolled his eyes.

However, Vikir accurately understands the situation.

‘Decarabia. The only inanimate demon among the Ten Corpses.’

Among demons, there are various forms, and an inanimate demon is considered the most unique.

There is always debate about whether to view such beings as mere objects or as demons.

Depending on the era, Decarabia has been classified as a demon or an artifact.

But there is no doubt that Decarabia’s abilities are undeniably ‘demonic,’ surpassing typical artifacts.

His ability is precisely ‘Shield Creation,’ which is quite simple.

Decarabia’s shield is a peculiar one that grows larger and harder the more mana it absorbs. Although there are limits to its defensive capabilities, it is highly versatile due to its growth based on the absorbed mana.

Vikir recalled the era of destruction.

‘Decarabia, having grown enormous by devouring the mana of the other nine demons, became a colossal shield that withstood the combined assault of the entire human alliance.’

Amid the burning battlefield, the shield of the Inverted Pentagram stood strong in front of numerous exhausted human heroes. It was too massive to be called a shield; it was more appropriate to refer to it as an impassable ‘Wall of Lamentation.’

‘There were only a handful of heroes who could break through that absolute defense.’

The towering red barrier and the ghostwood growing behind it were enough to dampen the spirits of the humans.

However,

Vikir already had the ghostwood in his hands.

And now, Decarabia itself was right in front of Vikir.

‘Now, I’ll destroy it.’

Vikir found Decarabia, who hadn’t met any of the other demons and hadn’t absorbed their mana. So Vikir now had the chance to destroy it.

Just as Vikir was about to unleash the aura of a Swordmaster to destroy Decarabia.

[...Um. Excuse me Sir, but who are you?]

Decarabia spoke up.

Vikir replied simply, “The one who woke you up.”

[...Person? Are you saying you’re human? Huh, the race known as humans in my memories had a more hunched back, covered in hair all over their bodies. They carried spears and swords made of carved stone.]

Upon hearing the word ‘human,’ Decarabia began talking again.

[Are you really a human?]

“Yeah.”

After finishing his words, Vikir tried to swing his sword once again.

The current Decarabia was much smaller and weaker than his appearance during the time known as the ‘Wall of Lamentation.’ Given enough time, it could be destroyed.

However,

What Decarabia said next was so surprising that it halted Vikir’s sword.

[Very well. Fragile but fortunate human. I will cast off the shackles of the past and prepare to welcome a new contractor! From now on, I will dissolve the contract with the demon race! Let a new contract with the human race begin! You are the representative of the contractor!]

“...?”

[Now! Hurry up and give me your orders, human! What do you desire? Achieve your grand ambitions using me!]

Vikir paused for a moment.

Orders? Was he asking for some kind of command?

As Vikir stood there with a puzzled expression, Decarabia also blinked his eyes in confusion.

“...?”

[...?]

An awkward silence hung between them for a moment.

Eventually, Decarabia spoke.

“What kind of image?”

[Anything! Whether it’s a shield, a wall, or a barrier—something that can protect you!]

Vikir hesitantly placed his hand on Decarabia.

Then...

...Swoosh!

A considerable amount of mana was felt draining away. At the same time,

Ziiiiing-

Before Vikir’s eyes, a translucent inverted pentagram appeared. It emitted dazzling light for a moment and effortlessly deflected the giant sword flying towards it.

Thunk!

The sword, sent flying into a corner of the warehouse, remained there, half-broken.

“....”

Vikir once again marveled at the defense displayed by Decarabia’s shield, the ‘Wall of Lamentation.’

He had only manipulated a small amount of mana, yet the shield demonstrated such strength.

‘That sword must have been a high-level artifact. If it easily broke like this, the defense of the shield is truly at a remarkable level....’

Vikir stroked his chin, lost in thought.

[How about it? Do you finally desire me? Do you want to possess me?]

Vikir casually replied to Decarabia, whose outer eye took on an unpleasant smile.

“Well, for now, return the mana I infused.”

[Huh? Give and take? Humans are indeed...]

“....”

[Oh, okay! Put your damn sword away!]

When Vikir extended Beelzebub, Decarabia hesitated for a moment, seemingly disappointed, but soon spat out all the mana he had taken.

Vikir felt the mana he had forcefully extracted moments ago replenishing itself.

Simultaneously, Decarabia gradually shrank, eventually reducing to the size of a baby’s palm.

Decarabia peeked at Vikir and quickly attached himself near Vikir’s neck.

Chrrr-click-

A red chain that appeared out of nowhere delicately became a weird necklace around his neck.

[Now, what else do you want me to do, human?]

Decarabia seemed worried, possibly expecting Vikir to once again raise his sword, declaring something like ‘demons must die.’

After a moment of contemplation, Vikir spoke.

“Spit all the fucking info you got. Every detail. All of it.”

[Eh? Information about the past contract holders?]

Decarabia hesitated for a moment, but upon glimpsing the aura burning on Vikir’s sword, he quickly got lost in thought.

[Oh, I get it. I’ll cooperate. So please, stop the scary talk about destruction and such.]

Vikir cradled the shrunken Decarabia in his arms. Now that he was the master of Decarabia, there was no need to destroy it. It would be a greater loss for the demon side.

Tock, tock-

Vikir tapped the now small Decarabia, checking if it could be worn around his neck.

[Ah, I almost forgot. I won’t respond to any other life forms except for you, the representative of the contract. Keep that in mind, human.]

Decarabia warned Vikir about this important detail.

Vikir nodded silently. It was time to leave now.

Looking around, all the artifacts were scattered on the ground, losing their glow.

Decarabia was in a slump in front of Vikir.

Tsutsutsutsu...

Vikir gently patted the shrunken Decarabia in his arms.

[Ah, and I almost forgot. I don’t have any intention of causing harm to you, my current master.]

Decarabia seemed to remember an important detail and shared it with Vikir.

It was time to go outside. Vikir looked at the broken seal of the dimensional gap and took a deep breath.

Baskerville 8th style. Meeting with Cane Corso, Decarabia shield, greatly contributed to Vikir’s growth.

Flash!

The aura of the Swordmaster, capable of cutting through the intangible, poured out.

Seven large fangs and a still small but sharp eighth fang tore apart the dense, dark atmosphere.

Crunch-

The sound of the torn barrier echoed loudly.

Vikir stepped through the rift in the distorted space and emerged outside.

Night hound achieved its goal and left in search of the next prey.

[Ah~ I’m really lucky. In this life, I’ve been able to acquire such a beautiful ‘mistress~.’]

With a slightly peculiar partner by his side.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]