Novel & Cerita As An Immortal I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

"No one can or won't?" "Unlike the other realms, this one is special. The realm of the cure holds a lot of power. It can make someone immortal, strong, and unstoppable. The only way he could open the door is locating the keeper and making a sacrifice." Aria explained. "What kind of sacrifice?" I continued to ask. "He needs to kill an immortal and use its blood to open the gate." My eyes widened in disbelief at what I heard. "Kill an immortal? How can you kill an immortal?"

The way he said it made me feel dirty, like I was being whored out. "I don't need to explain the rules, but I will, for your sake, explain them once. You're hired to do a specific job for us. You are not here to try to land yourself an immortal husband, so leave those hopes and dreams at the door. Physical contact between you and an immortal is forbidden, and if you are on the receiving end of it, outside of your duties, you will be the one punished, not the immortal. Yeah, that was what I was afraid of.

For us immortals, our fates kept mates from us until now. And I’ll be damned if I screw this up. “So instead of chivalrously approaching her, you sort through her brain and put her through all this torment?” Revel questions, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back against the wall. Cocky bastard. He knows full well that he doesn’t care, he’s just taunting me. Reminding me of the one weakness that he has above me. I never should have trusted this kid. “Don’t act like you know about chivalry. And I’m not putting her through torment. I’m teaching her to ignore the breach within her mind to make her stronger. It’s to protect her against meddling immortals such as you,” I mutter.

“Wh-?” I caught her fingers in my hand as they were tracing my lips and with my free hand, pulled back my lower lip to show her the healing wound. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the wound closed up in a mere few seconds to leave completely healed skin in its wake. “How?” She whispered, taken aback; but then she answered her own question. “You’re immortal.” “Not all of us are,” I told her the truth since she already knew the basics and as my Scribt, she’ll need to know more. “There are some who choose to fade away by putting a halt to their energy consumption.”

The daemons not only provided inner cores. Many parts of their bodies such as horns, scales, and claws were extremely hard or naturally possessed incredible abilities, suitable for making artifacts or even treasures. However, their sheer numbers posed a challenge. To alleviate inflation on the island, Adrian came up with a plan—to establish the Skill Depository. The immortals could choose to contribute to Forgotten Shore, exchange for contribution points, or go to the Skill Depository to exchange for fighting techniques. Adrian had no good impression of Genesis, so why would he bother about them?

Wilbur sneered and said, "I guess you really don't know your place. Is this the limit of what you can do?" "What do you mean?" Paige was taken aback, unable to understand how Wilbur remained so calm. Wilbur shouted angrily, "If I didn't want to witness the power of that crappy God of Darkness of yours, do you think you'd still be alive right now?" "Heathen, the power of the God of Darkness isn't something a bug like you can comprehend," Paige shouted angrily. Wilbur smiled slightly as he said slowly, "Well, I happened to just learn a new skill. Let's see if your Requiem of Darkness is stronger than our ancestor's Immortal Technique."

"Do you know what it is like being immortal? It is not the inability to die but to not feel anything. Hakja lived that kind of life and feels nothing, no greed or motivation. Even if such a threat that could destroy him appears before him, he would more likely accept it than face it. The reason he is doing this is because I asked him to at this point. The two of you are mortal but you have create bonds, relationships, attachments that you feel that are worth protecting, emotions that you've experience. We do not have that and even if we do, we forget and abandon. Immortals are the past. You are the future." Kurai looked at his hands and figured out that unlocking all seven means he might bec

Maverick's mouth made a grinding sound as his body began to twist strangely. Chad vaguely felt something was wrong, so he led Bernard out of the basement. Bang! With a muffled sound, Maverick broke free from the ropes and stood up by brute force. Chad was amazed. It was one of the Mystic Hexa Techniques, and it was simply absurdly powerful. After all, once one learned immortality, they would continue to grow stronger as long as they were resurrected. The disadvantage was that one would lose some memories, so it was probably the simplest way to become stronger in the world!

I would be the fire that consumed them all. I became obsessed with power. With control. I read everything I could find about magic, about EmberBorn history, about the ancient ones who had been truly invincible. And I learned something fascinating: there was a ritual. A forbidden thing that hadn't been attempted in centuries. A way to take power from other EmberBorn and make it your own. To become not just strong, but immortal

Zamiel jibbed coldly. He's of course gonna be cold. I mean, his first love was also the Chosen One and was already classified as a goddess until she sacrificed her life as a peace treaty between the human and the Immortals. Poor Zamiel. "She already unlocked the poison ability? How come?" I asked in shock. “How'd she come about soaking a dagger in Cicuta and Rhododendron?” Zamiel fumed. Ohh...he's right! Why didn't I think about that?