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It questioned back. "I'm the one asking the questions around here." I stated. The soul laughed at me. "And what made me obliged to answer you? You are nothing." He replied. I knew that this was an indirect challenge to my status. I immediately pulled out the mirror in my bag pack and said the words: "Hell summonte hell arosente death take never returnt." A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground.

No half-hearted dozens of bodyguards attacked him. Asmodeus smiled. He had planned this before this party took place. He heard the news from his guardian that there was a girl's soul who died without leaving any sin behind. A special soul that has tremendous power. Even the King of the Netherworld feared that the soul was snatched away by him. And finally, he managed to have it, a lost soul named Ardina he will marry.

“You’ll keep yourself mobile. You’ll keep drawing eyes away. You’ll try to outmaneuver a system built to metabolize you.” He reached into his coat and withdrew a small, sealed vial. Inside, a dark smear clung to the glass. Token. Tharien’s vision tunneled. The bond flared hot—Nori’s presence like a remembered warmth—and then the cold pressure returned, slicing at the edges. Lorak followed his gaze. “She will consent,” he said quietly. “They always do—once the pain is engineered correctly.” The room felt colder for the certainty in his voice.

She was unhappy to hear Arta the Immortal praising Darryl. Darryl noticed her expression and paid her no mind. He got up and said, "It's time for me to leave. Please take care of yourself, Arta." Darryl could tell that Arta the Immortal had spent almost all of his fairy soul power to resist the Immortals Trap Formation's suppression, making him extremely weak and in need of recuperation. "Very well." Arta the Immortal nodded and got up to see Darryl off. After taking two steps, his whole body suddenly started shaking, and then he fainted to the ground.

His accusatory question silenced the crowd. Now that it was clear Sebastian was the Blessed Child, no matter how many of them there were or how different their levels of skill were, they knew they wouldn't be able to kill him. Besides, Sebastian had a Devora at the Soul Awakening stage as his soul servant! Devoras in the Eldoria realm couldn't be hurt by weapons. Their bodies were as strong as steel. How terrifying would one be at the Soul Awakening stage? As everyone remained silent, Arnaud turned back to Hugo and said, "Hugo, I don't want to kill you today. However, I would like you not to interfere with our family affairs in the future.

Just as he was about to test the full capabilities of the Devouring Sky Demon Art, his expression suddenly changed. "Damn it… Why do I have a Nascent Soul in my core?"

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

] [Dorime has learned: Painting lv 1] [Thanks to the efforts of [Dorime], Your Army began to create their own culture! [Artistic sense (Art) stat unlocked!] [All of your soldiers gained +1 Int. +1 Art] [Dorime obtained +2 Int. +1 Dex. +2 Art.] [Artist role unlocked!] [Artist: Units that express beauty and strength through art. Art can buff allies and debuff enemies at the same time, depending on the [Artistic sense] stat. +5 Art. +1 Dex.] "Well done, Dorime!" David cheered at the little rat, who was still sleeping on the back of his golem. "Take him to rest, avian golem." The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.