Chapter 1842

Chapter 1842

“So long as you keep winning, you will never lose.”

The words hung in the air, bitter and deeply worn, as though she repeated that one phrase to herself, over and over again. Randidly observed the wild-haired Devick with a tight frown on his face. He could practically feel the heat of her determination; what had transpired had warped her to become absolutely obsessed with success.

His gaze then went to the location where the Master’s body had been nestled in the cracked ground. Blood still stained the stone in a rough approximation of his splayed body. To be honest, the Master couldn’t really be blamed for what had happened to her. He didn’t encourage her to try and imprint on him. The only action he took was turning away when Devick’s independent actions blew up in her face. His fate... yes, he acted cruelly, but he likely didn’t deserve this.

I let him die for no true crimes. And I... benefitted greatly from it. Damnit.

Randidly looked at his Nether Core Stats with a complex expression.

Nether Sphere

Fang of the Primeval Betrayal (Ru)

Weight: 591 (+61) (+70) (+52) (+49) (+80) (+63)

Connections: 1,911,242,177

Scope: 12,609

Influence: 1,113,002/???

Devouring the Master had pushed his Influence over one million in a huge leap, where he had previously been worried about accumulating five hundred thousand. By absorbing the significance the Master had gathered through his long life, he had pushed Randidly’s Nether toward a qualitative change and gained a huge boon for his evolution to the Legendary Rarity Nether Core. It was to the point that he was now tempted to wait even longer to evolve it, to gain more Weight in the transformation.

Randidly pressed his eyes closed and shook his head. It wasn’t a good idea to make those decisions now. He had just pushed his mind to the limit, studying the Grand Pattern and then helping Number One against the Grand Master. He needed some rest. Decisions could wait until after his headache subsided.

In front of him in the destroyed stone cave, Devick’s shade finally stirred. She raised a hand and beckoned. “As agreed, for helping me deal with the Master, you are cursed no longer. You can retain the PP you earned, but the Skill shall become inert.”Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

However, Randidly felt something stirring in his chest immediately as Devick acted. The Stillborn Phoenix snarled, its event horizon shaking from the naked avarice it felt. Crackling lightning bolts and unpredictable bursts of light formed a shield around Randidly trapping the Unborn against his body. Its howls became audible, even through the image restriction of the mountain; it did not wish for the spirits to leave. The kinship it had found with them was a precious thing.

Randidly shook his head sadly. “I know how lonely you are. I know how you see yourself in them. But that doesn’t mean you can keep them here. If you do, they will just resent you. Maybe even try to devour you someday.”

The Stillborn Phoenix’s burst of power faltered slightly. He could feel its indecision. It timidly suggested that perhaps they didn’t actually want to leave and this shade was forcing them to depart. But even after only a few seconds of the image barrier being erected, the Unborn swarmed out and slammed themselves against the impediment. While the Stillborn Phoenix hesitated, some of the more malicious Unborn began to gnaw on the lightning and open small holes.

The trumpeters allowed their clarion song to echo across the grand staging ground behind the Military High Command building. Flags flapped in the wind, the only movement in the massive space. Lady Iellaya stayed rigidly at attention, unwilling to allow even the slightest flaw in her salute. Next to her stood Commandant Wick, who might be even more rigid than she.

Around them, the rest of the Commandants also stood at attention. Behind them, the various remnant soldiers of Military High Command stood with an equal mixture of anxiety and duty in their expressions.

“Preeeeeesent!” The orator called. The various soldiers marched sharply to either side, revealing a long and thin path between them. They pivoted and saluted toward the path. For several long seconds, the dusty path remained unoccupied. The wind continued to blow, sending the flags wagging.

Then the wind, too, died. All was still, in preparation.

There were spots along the side of the parade ground where civilians usually were allowed to witness, but those were currently barren. Considering the current state of violence in the Nexus, none dared leave their private worlds to go to Military High Command, especially after the recent infighting that had occurred.

Only the Engraving guild had sent a group, which was more token than anything else. They watched with a strange sort of dread in their eyes, unsure of what this new development meant for the Nexus.

Lady Iellaya shared their worry.

The air above the parade ground rippled imperceptibly. Extremely powerful images drifted downward, causing Lady Iellaya to shiver. Based on what Commandant Wick had told her, even some of the old monsters who had obtained Tier III citizenship and lived in the Upper Nexus had come to observe this event. Elhume’s appearances were always sporadic, but he had been essentially out of contact since so many individuals invaded the Path to the Pinnacle. Which meant that most of the power in the Nexus sat in the hands of Military High Command and NLC.

The orator cleared his throat. “Everyone is aware of the current state of the Nexus- we are hounded constantly by malcontents and deviants, who seek to undermine the structure and stability we have built. While our leader Elhume handles those on the Path of the Pinnacle, we need to handle the rabble nipping at his heels.

“However, that is impossible without a firm hand at the helm,” For a brief moment, the orator’s voice wavered. It was clear he understood the significance of the moment and also the peril. Yet he was a small character. He quickly regained his balanced timber and continued. “Therefore, I take great pleasure in introducing you all to Military High Command’s new leader. We were so taken with her abilities that she has been granted the title of Actus Suprem, holding unilateral power over all aspects of Military High Command, and therefore the Nexus. Greet the Leader!

“All Hail Actus Suprem Devick!”

“All Hail!” The entire crowd cheered, including Lady Iellaya and Commandant Wick. Down the line, Commandant Zettlequill grew pale but still said the words.

Grinning like a lazy panther, Devick sauntered down the aisle. Even from afar, her blood-red hair cascading down her back drew the eye. She didn’t release a hint of an image, but none dared underestimate her. Around her neck she wore a golden chain that symbolized the office of Actus Suprem. One side ended in a vicious-looking spike, the other in a hook.

She had designed the chain herself. Lady Iellaya had assured her earlier in the day that it was very intimidating which pleased Devick immensely.

None dared even twitch as Devick slowly proceeded down the aisle. Her eyes swept side to side, inspecting them all for the tiniest flaws. But eventually, she arrived at the dais and walked to stand next to the orator. He bowed and stepped away and she assumed control with a satisfied smile.

“Although I definitely deserve this position, I would not be here today if not for my supporters,” Devick grinned. “Especially my dear friend Grand Marshal Ellios. I was blindsided when he suggested me for this role, but I immediately saw how necessary it was. Truly, without him, I wouldn’t have made it to where I am today.”

Her smile stretched a little wider. “Tragically, he violated the orders of Elhume and entered the Path of the Pinnacle. So I sentenced him to death. However, gone but not forgotten, as they say, eh?”