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Chapter 1291 Time for a new armor
Chapter 1291 Time for a new armor
Chapter 1291 Time for a new armor
Host: Michael
Cultivation Level: Elemental Attunement Realm Godhood: Greater God Experience Points: 250,000/400,000
Badass Points: 11,000,000 Worship Energy: 0
Skills & Spells: Wind Blast - LVL 6 Ultimate form level 1
Eyes of Doom - LVL 7 Ultimate form level 1
Responsive Shield - LVL 9
Environment Scanning - LVL 9
Ignitia - LVL 8 Ultimate form level 1
Silenes - LVL 4
Meteor - LVL 2
Lightning Dash - LVL 6 Ultimate form level 1
Energy Devouver - LVL 6
Soul Eater - LVL 6
Soul Stare - LVL 5
Death Range - LVL 3
Shadow Teleportation
Eyes of Darkness (normal) - Can sense the cultivation level of others
Eyes of Darkness (Lucifer) - Can sense the cultivation level of others, Can see through illusions
Cloud of Darkness (Lucifer) - Weak-willed enemies will lose their courage completely and surrender, Death Range will be 50% more powerful, and if activated in darkness, the host's cultivation level will be boosted 2 levels up regardless of the stage barrier.
Techniques: Swords of Destiny - 98% Mastery
Ring of Fire - 96% Mastery
Serpent-Maga - 98% Mastery
Occupation: The Dark Lord
The God of Darkness
Status: Healthy
Goals: Control the realm of Gods and Mortal Realm
Grow the Order of Death
Utility Function: Banker - LVL 5 (Ratio - 1000 gold coins: 40 badass point(s))
Runic Teleportation
X-Ray Vision (Also integrated with Eyes of Darkness)
Wealth: 6,000,000 Gold
Special Trait: 6-Star Alchemist
5-Star Blacksmith
5-Star Inventor
Subordinates: Gaya - Warrior (loyalty level 100%)
Azazek - Demon Butler (loyalty level 100%)
Raylene - 5-star Chef (loyalty level 99%)
Aria - Queen of Shadows- Assassin (loyalty level 92%)
Adelia Wraith - (loyalty level 94%)
Maxine - Queen of Power. - Warrior (loyalty level 98%)
Tiberius - King of War- Warrior (loyalty level 85%)
Sadie - Queen of Whispers- (loyalty level 70%)
Ricky (loyalty level 95%)
Titus and Optimus - Kings of Supplies (loyalty level 80%)
Gibson - King of the Skies (loyalty level 90%)
Corey - Queen of the Seas (loyalty level 90%)
The Silent Reaper Crew - Pirates (loyalty level 93%)
Saber Trista Lenora Base of Operation: The Abyssal
The Crypt
The Dark Ocean
Familiars: Nightmare (Currently in Soul Form) (Royal Dragon)
Vedora (Three Headed Hydra)
Elemental Manipulation: Wind (45% Mastery) Fire (45% Mastery) (Lightning 50% Mastery) (Darkness 45%)
After the meeting in the throne hall, Michael stood alone in his dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on the stats glowing in front of him from his system interface. He briefly assessed his cultivation level and the hefty amount of badass points he had accumulated.
"Atleast I have somebadass points," he muttered under his breath, appreciating the silver lining of everything that happened. His eyes then darted to the next section of the interface, noticing his Worship Energy sat at zero. "Gotta work on that," he grumbled, already plotting ways to boost it.
Then, he exited the interface and his eyes landed on his battered armor displayed on the stand. The armor was in a rough state, with cracks and chipped edges as the testament to his recent brutal encounters with Noah and the severe ass kicking he received from Andohr.
"Shit, look at you. You've seen better days," Michael spoke to the armor as if it could hear him. He walked closer, his fingers tracing over the deep cracks, each one a reminder of the battles he'd survived.
Determined to not be caught off-guard again, Michael decided it was time to forge new armor, stronger and more resilient. "Gotta reinforce this bastard. No way I'm letting that happen again," he said, his voice laced with resolve.
He moved over to his desk, cluttered with various scrolls and artifacts. Pulling out a fresh sheet of parchment, he began to draw the schematics for the new armor design, his hand moving deftly with practiced ease. As he sketched, his mind raced through the possibilities of incorporating some of the advanced techniques he'd mastered, thinking about the best alloys and enchantments to use.
Midway through his sketching, Michael remembered the legendary gift box the system had rewarded him when Azazel reached 100% loyalty. "Maybe there's something useful in that damn box," he pondered aloud, his curiosity piqued. He paused, looking back at his interface with a newfound eagerness. "Let's see what's inside that gift box," he declared,
When Michael willed the system to open the legendary gift box, a golden box wrapped with red ribbons materialized before his eyes. It exploded in a burst of shimmering light, revealing a card with a crimson red glowing rune in the shape of an eye and a few dark metal ingots that looked unlike the usual dark ore. It seemed as if the system had sensed his need for new armor.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving the Eye of Secrecy Rune and Shadowforged Ingots.]
Picking up the card, Michael watched in awe as it transformed into the actual rune, glowing ominously in his hand. The system's message rang clear in his mind, detailing the properties of the rune.
[The Eye of Secrecy Rune will render the host invisible to all forms of detection as long as the host continues to slay gods at regular intervals.]
"Fuck, that's handy... but killing gods isn't exactly a walk in the park," Michael muttered to himself. The thought of hunting gods was daunting; they were not only powerful but also cunning and well-guarded. This rune, however, provided a strategic edge he desperately needed, especially if he wanted to evade the likes of Raphael and Andohr.
He considered the constant threat from other gods, the intricate dance of power plays in the realm of gods. "As long as I keep knocking them down, they can't sneak up on me. This could really keep the heat off my back," he thought, his mind racing through potential targets.
Turning his attention to the ingots, Michael examined them closely. They were lighter than the dark ore he was accustomed to but radiated a formidable strength that surpassed many materials found in both the mortal realm and the realm of the gods.
"This... this could change everything," Michael said aloud, his voice low and intense. The weight of his recent losses and the darkness he had unleashed upon the mortal realm hung heavily on him. Eve's loss was a sharp sting that fueled his resolve. These new materials would not only replace his damaged armor but also serve as a metaphor for his hardened resolve and renewed focus.
"Lighter, stronger... perfect for what I need right now," he continued, his hands turning over the ingots, feeling the smooth, cool metal. He knew that armor forged from this material would offer agility and protection, crucial for his confrontations ahead.
Michael placed the ingots and the rune on his worktable, his mind already plotting the armor's design, integrating the rune's properties into it. The thought of blending such potent artifacts filled him with a cold determination.
After deciding it was time to get to work, Michael waved his hand, and the rune along with the ingots vanished into the system storage with a faint hum of energy. He then approached his damaged armor and pressed the skull emblem at the center. The armor groaned under the stress of its cracks and damage, not shrinking back into the skull medallion as seamlessly as before. Michael sighed heavily, slipping the medallion around his neck, feeling its weight as a reminder of the battles fought and the battles ahead.
He walked out of the room, his steps echoing down the corridor, until he reached the portal room. The central gate was alive with pulsing energy, its glow casting eerie shadows on the walls. Elidyr was already there, his hands busy at the console.
"Where are you going? We have a war to win in five days," Elidyr asked without turning around, sensing Michael's presence.
"I know, but I need a new armor," Michael responded, his voice firm despite the fatigue edging its tone.
Hearing Michael, Elidyr paused and then sighed, understanding Michael's need.
"You do need to clear your mind. Forging new armor might be a good way to do that," he conceded, tapping a few more commands into the portal's console.
He set the destination to Hades, where Michael's forge awaited, the place where he felt most at home outside the battlefield. "It's ready," Elidyr said, turning to face Michael. "Just make sure you come back with a clear head and more resolve. I won't give you another sappy motivation speech."
Michael chuckled, a rare sound in the midst of recent events. "I will," he promised, his eyes fixed on the swirling vortex of the portal.
As the portal opened with a roar, Michael stepped forward. He paused for a moment, his silhouette framed against the swirling energies. Then, with a deep breath, he walked into the vortex, disappearing from the room as the portal closed behind him, leaving Elidyr alone with the hum of the machinery.
Finally, the portal spat Michael out into the familiar dim confines of his forge, a sprawling underground chamber carved directly beneath an active volcano. Dust motes danced in the scant light filtering down from small fissures in the rock ceiling, highlighting the place's long-neglected state. Tools lay scattered on workbenches, untouched for ages, and a thick layer of dust blanketed everything, from the anvil to the bellows. Cobwebs draped the corners, and the air held a stagnant scent of cold metal and stone.
Despite the lack of use, a wave of relief washed over Michael as he stepped further into the forge. It was a place of power and creation, a sanctuary where he had spent countless hours lost in forging.
He walked over to a large, rusty lever mounted against the wall, encrusted with volcanic ash and soot. Grasping it firmly, Michael pulled it down with a forceful tug. There was a momentary rumble above as the mechanisms groaned to life after long disuse. Slowly, molten lava began to ooze from the volcano above, flowing through ancient pathways cut into the rock. The lava filled the channels of the forge, radiating a fierce heat that chased away the chill of neglect.
Michael felt a familiar surge of energy as the forge came alive with the roar of fire and the glow of lava illuminating the dark space. The warmth spread, lighting up the forge's grim features, revealing rows of metal ingots, hammers, and tongs waiting to be wielded.
Standing in the center of this resurgence, Michael looked around at his once-forgotten kingdom of creation. The heat from the lava bathed his face in a warm glow, casting long, dancing shadows behind him.
"Time for a new armor,"