Chapter 516: I thought you said the worse she could do was say no?

Chapter 516: I thought you said the worse she could do was say no?

Sofia, Cinthia, Pareth and bookie were all waiting at the bottom of a dungeon, in front of a large sealed door.

Sofia grabbed the dagger from her belt, “Since everyone says it’s safe, let’s reconnect, I’d like to use another title here.”

[Title changed to ‘THE GLORIOUS’]

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♢UNIQUE ♢ [Olympian]: Defeat a Sunless titan during the third trial.

No, but seriously, why?! They’re here to control the Sunless population and scare you off, not to be battered and thrown in a ditch! Do you have any idea how hard they were to create?

Effect: Bring all your physical substats up to par with your current strongest (Maximum Health and Stamina unaffected).

Hoooooooly, this one is ridiculous! With the huge strength boost the crown gives... This might just become my new standard.

[Off the Deep end]: Went to the Deep and back.

Effect: Prevents your mind from producing audible thoughts.

Huh. Alright... Good against the Seraphims’ mind reading, I guess?

“See,” Cinthia told Sofia, “they were right, safe.”

“Safe... Well. Time to go fight that apostle then. We’re still positive it’s only around the power of a level 299?”

Cinthia nodded energetically, “Because it’s severely mutated, also the magic he will use is uncertain, although it should still be based on Rejection’s dispel and redirect-heavy apostle design.”

“Alright. Pareth, stay out of this one unless it starts looking bad, basically just shield Cinthia so she can record everything and give the Recessed a good show. Bookie, you stay with me in book form, just in case.”

Bookie nodded, and his skeleton form disappeared, and Pareth gave Sofia a thumbs up, raising his shield of light in front of Cinthia.

Sofia looked at her stats, she had three unlife runes ready but was still able to refill her mana thanks to the Infinity engine. She sheathed the dagger back, and brought up her newly diamond-topped scepter.

Do we want music? Hmm... Probably not. Well... Actually? I’m kind of feeling the choir today. Let’s say ten human skulls, five for the music and five for the voices.

“Sofia... What is that for?” Cinthia asked, witnessing the ten skulls start to make atrocious rhythmic booming noises and distorted voices.

Meanwhile, the failed apostle had also been blown back but seemed protected by a magical shield, which had likely negated the damage completely.

Not waiting for the dust to settle, Sofia channeled a piercing bolt as she propelled herself toward the creature, leaving a crater in the wall as she jumped from it.

I feel like my fighting still is becoming too messy.

Sofia let go of the piercing bolt as she made a 180 turn right before she impacted the creature's shield, only for said bolt to be hit by a discharge of mana from the creature and rebound into a wall.

The demon moved quickly, sensing its fist coming at her from below, Sofia stopped. The uppercut unnaturally curved around her, displaced by [Dodge - me].

What kind of a stupid idiot disables its shield to attack?

Capitalizing on the dumb mistake of the brainless demon, Sofia did two things in an instant. First she grabbed the slimy muscles of the creature’s head, pumping it full of [Aberrant sunlight]’s cursed mana, and secondly, she used Heal Undead, targeting her new diamond spell catalyzer, which spread the light a thousand of rays going in all directions while activate [Erredian rot].

Almost instantly, the demon was covered in pulsating black rot. It sent an invisible magical attack at Sofia. She nullified it with [Heat Death] for the meager cost of about seventy-five thousand mana, never to know what the attack was.

The demon then tried to pull back, and Sofia just let it go.

She cast off her wings, disabling the third tier of [Runeforged Overlord], and simply stood in place as she showered the creature with a bright stream of light from above with Heal undead.

She had sent right about three million mana points worth of aberrant sunlight curse into the demon’s head. The demon seemed distraught, no longer howling, it was fighting against the irresistible urge to look at the source of the golden light coming from above. It was futile, as all the mana the failed demon had left was getting corrupted by the overwhelming quantity of cursed mana. It was not long until it completely lost control, and Sofia stayed floating in the air, constantly changing where she cast the Heal Undead light to appear from, getting the demon to crash from wall to wall in pursuit of the light, while applying layers upon layers of rot. The rot the demon was covered in feasted on the curse and on the demon’s mana alike, quickly emptying its reserves as the flames of victory prevented it from regaining any. Eventually the curse ran out, as the demon no longer had any mana, but that left the rot free to absorb the demon’s flesh instead.

The demon fought back, but with no mana left to do anything, it was powerless to escape the sticky and ravenous black rot.

Dust settled in the dungeon’s last chamber, there remained nothing of Rejection’s failed apostle beyond a pile of black carbon powder, and an essence that Sofia could not see.

‘You have murdered [Zavrhelonatkir - Son of Rejection lv. 399]’

She walked up to where the demon had died, just in case that would help absorb the essence, but supposedly she was to receive it either way as long as she was the killer and stood not too far.

She dismissed the choir and her armor, turning around to make a victory pose for Cinthia. “You’re welcome, Rejection!”

Then, she muttered to herself, “Clean kill, too. Didn’t even die, this time. Wasn’t even close. It never landed a hit, and I still had half a mil mana points to spare.”

“Sofia,” Cinthia called out.

“Yes?”

“You’re scary,” the red-skinned orc confessed, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Really? This wasn’t even so bad, I couldn’t get to its bones because the muscles were too tough, but I would have turned it into a flesh carpet otherwise. Well. Good to see that I’m not rusty. To taxes next?”

“To taxes...” Cinthia repeated.