Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 750: The Location Of The Earring

Chapter 750: The Location Of The Earring

Chapter 750: The Location Of The Earring

GRUUUUUUUUUUUUM

The door made an incredibly loud noise, almost like that of a growling dragon.

Afterwards, a storm of dark air marched out of the gate, slamming into Zeras with full force.

They were like graters shredding away every inch of his skin, gratting away his flesh.

The pain was nothing less than mind-blowing, and it happened so fast that it was over in a blink.

Lying crushed on the ground, Zeras looked at his own body, and the sight of it gave him chills.

Right now, he had no skin, no bone, no flesh.

He was an inky black figure made of nothing but shadows—burning dark shadow that made it seem like he has currently on hot flames.

In this state, he felt no energy nor power, almost like he was absolutely nothing. Yet he could feel the world just as easily as it could be felt.

Slowly, he stepped forth through the gate, his pitch-dark, shadowy eyes staring at what lay before him.

It was a small room, possessing nothing but a mat on the dark runic floors, which was seemingly made of some type of black gem.

In the middle of the room was a mat where a cauldron was placed.

Its colour was like that of snow providing a stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere.

Opposite him, at the back of the cauldron, was a figure draped in strange circular hat and long dark robes that covered his entire body, blocking the majority of his features.

In his bony right hand that stuck through the robes, he held tightly a staff, whose top held the head of a dark cobra with two long fangs.

“Come, young shadow. Come and make me a deal…” His crispy voice, filled with malevolence and evil, whispered out to him.

Zeras walked forward in his shadow form, coming to stand before the cauldron.

Looking within, he saw a milky white liquid that revealed nothing but his own reflection—not the true Zeras’s skin, but the shadowy form he currently was.

His eyes flashed, and he turned to the wizard, whose dark claws slowly moved out of the pocket of his robes, bringing out a purple liquid which he spread into the cauldron.

“Make a deal, young shadow, make a deal…” The shaman cackled evilly as Zeras’s eyes flashed, turning to look at the cauldron, finding it now a blue revolving vortex.

“Go ahead, make a deal…” The shaman cajoled him, and Zeras decided.

“Tell me where a particular earring is. An earring of vast importance…” Zeras whispered.

CAAACKKKLLEEE

CAAACCKKKLEEE

CAAACCCKKKLLE

A fierce, evil cackle rang out from the lips of the shaman as his staff lit up with a purple light, the same as the eyes of the snake on the staff.

Then he slammed the butt of the staff on the ground, creating a pulse of purple energy that quickly surrounded Zeras’s shadowy figure.

In the next instant, chains of strange purple energy appeared from everywhere, wrapping tightly around Zeras like the folds of a boa.

Quickly, both his hands and legs were grabbed, and he was forced on his knees, unable to move.

“I know all that you want, hidden deep in your heart. That includes the ring, young shadow.”

“But it’s a deal, so what is in it for me?” The shaman asked in his crisp, evil voice, and Zeras replied back.

“What is it that you want?”

“What is it I want?” The shaman asked, walking forward towards Zeras, yet he didn’t seem to be walking but floating instead.

It was impossible to know whether he possessed legs as the robes draped over his entire body.

Slowly, his bony claw stretched forth, and he tried to raise up Zeras’s jaw, but his hand slipped through Zeras’s face instead, as he was made of nothing but shadow.

“Since the ring seems so important to you, how about we agree on a worthy exchange?” It whispered eerily to him, stretching his face to Zeras’s ear.

“Give me… your souuulllll, and everything you want will be yours…” It whispered to him as Zeras’s eyes flashed.

“I don’t need everything.”Just

“Just the earring, and I’m willing to give you something even better than my soul for it…” Zeras replied as the shadowy being’s body convulsed.

In the next instant, he appeared before Zeras, the snake eyes on his staff lighting a brilliant light, from within which Zeras sensed greed.

“Tell me what more you possess, better than your soul.”

“I have something of great importance, something that can heal my soul even if it dies, and also heal my body if it ages away.”

“Won’t you want that for an exchange?”

Zeras asked, noticing the greedy light flaring even more brightly.

“I want it. Give it to me.”

“Then there it is…” Zeras replied, and out of thin space, a green vial appeared in front of Zeras.

It was none other than the vial which Lord Thanos had given to him, stating that it could heal him back to normal.

From the object, Zeras could sense a vast power that he believed should be able to heal up not only his body but the soul.

Before he could change his mind, the shaman grabbed the green vial from him, immediately putting it back into his robes.

“We have a deal…”

BAAAAM

Once more, he slammed the butt of the stick on the ground, causing the purple chains that held Zeras’s shadowy body to retract back into his staff.

Zeras rose to his feet once more, looking at the vortex.

He could see it was starting to spin faster and faster as the shaman poured various ingredients into it, faster and faster.

“You only get one chance to see. So look as hard and as fast as you can, as what you want might be more fleeting than a cool wind breeze in the rain…” the shaman whispered. Zeras’s eyes remained glued until the image of the vortex changed, and it was revealed to him.

Quickly, the image on the cauldron changed, and soon it revealed the back of a feminine figure, currently walking through a long glassy plane.

What shocked Zeras the most was the hair that the figure possessed, the color to be exact.

It was a strange mixture of white and purple, and in her left ear was none other than what Zeras wanted.

It was the earring he was after, and the only reason why Zeras had missed it was because it was painted purple instead of black!

He was expecting a black earring, but the earring had been painted purple instead.

Only now that he was clearly shown was he able to feel it.

“Is that…” Zeras mused as he waited patiently, wanting the figure to turn their head, but the image soon closed off, and once more the cauldron was replaced with a blue rotating vortex.

“Our deal has been completed, hasn’t it?” The shaman cackled evilly, and Zeras’ eyebrows furrowed.

While he had been shown where the earring was hidden, it didn’t reveal to him the face of whoever carried it, and if Zeras had not known of Felice before, he wouldn’t have known just who possessed the earring.

Only that it was on a person.

As for who the person was, it would have been left to Zeras to find out.

The shaman had almost succeeded in tricking him.

“Our deal is complete…” Zeras agreed, resulting in an evil cackle from the shaman.

“So, are you willing to make another deal?” it asked him, as his eyes narrowe, seemingly deep in thought.

“Let’s make another deal…” he said, resulting in a loud cackle.

“Go on, what do you want?” the shaman asked him, his purple staff lighting up with another purple light.

“The picture of the female that was shown in the last image. She has a lost father; guide me to where he is…” Zeras requested, but this time, the shaman didn’t cackle, nor did he slam the butt of his staff in the ground.

Instead, he was lost and quiet.

A stifling silence reigned for an hour straight before finally, the voice resounded, this time, seriously.

“The one you ask for is accursed and lost.”

“Banished away into the realm of shadows to never see the day again…” it said to him as Zeras flashed a mocking grin at the shaman, which it didn’t fail to see.

“A deal for a deal, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you don’t want to make a good deal?” Zeras taunted, and in the next instant, something appeared in the air, floating right above him.

It was a mystifying object—a pitch-black ball, but within it, one would notice brilliant sparks of red lightning energy and the occasional roar of a creature.

“This time, I offer something even better than the last one.”

“A trapped heavenly tribulation dragon. The horror of every cultivator that exists…” Zeras whispered as he watched the light from the shaman’s staff flash even brighter.

“So what do you say, Deal maker? Do we have a deal?”