Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Chapter 559.2: Mother (2)

Chapter 559.2: Mother (2)

Roel’s heart further sank when he learned that the enemy was able to sense his emotions. The black silhouette quietly assessed him for a brief moment before bursting into laughter.

“Of course they don’t! You aren’t a prisoner here but an esteemed guest! Is there any greater proof of your betrayal? You have already chosen to side with Sia’s impostor. Hmph! By taking your life, I’ll rise to become His subordinate god and receive boundless glory!”

“I see. It doesn’t matter at all since this is nothing but an exchange for you.”

“Indeed. Your true intention does not matter to me. My mission is only to kill you… but I must say that I am sensing interesting emotions from you.”

The black silhouette’s crimson eyes curled in amusement.

“Anxiety. Fear. These are my favorite flavors. You must be truly unnerved by my Divine Domain. After all, He has contributed to its creation too. I know that you’re stalling for time, but it is futile. Time is infinitely silenced in this dimension. Nothing but a mere instant has passed for the world outside. No one will sense a thing at all. No one will be able to save you.”

“!”

Roel was surprised to learn that the Savior carried such great hostility toward him, but that wasn’t important now, for he had just acquired the crucial intelligence he wanted to know.

So, it is a Divine Domain?

A plan began to formulate in Roel’s mind.

Meanwhile, the deceased spirits wrapped around the black silhouette began to roar with miserable cries.

“Kingmaker, you must have never heard about me. I am Death God Pritzer from the Abyss. Remember this name.”

“Death God? There was no such god back in Sia’s era. I have no intention of dying at the hands of a second-generation god.”

“That is not up to you. It’ll be my eternal glory to have killed the Kingmaker of the ancient era.”

With this final exchange of words, their mana finally flared to their peaks.

Countless deceased spirits shot forth from Death God Pritzer’s black robe, siphoning life away from those who stood in their path. On the other hand, Roel finally breached the second seal, raising his strength to Origin Level 4. He cloaked his body with a thick death aura reminiscent of storm clouds, which kept the deceased spirits at bay.

Flooding Death was the highest conceptualization of death, with authority over the jurisdiction of death surpassing even that of the gods. The deceased spirits could only shatter in the face of such power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“How is this possible?!”

The explosions of the deceased spirits echoed like hurried drumbeats in the grayish living room. Death God Pritzer was horrified to see his jurisdiction over death being undermined by a higher conceptualization, but he quickly composed himself.

Roel’s death aura was a superior concept to his deceased spirits, perhaps even worthy of being deemed as the very manifestation of Death itself, but such a powerful death attribute couldn’t have belonged to the Kingmaker.

Unlike other attributes, the death attribute assimilated those who utilized it. The Kingmaker was indubitably a living being, which meant that he must be borrowing this power from one of his contracted ancient gods. Using a power that was at odds with one’s nature came at a heavy price.

In fact, Death God Pritzer had noticed that Roel was quickly depleting his life force. His face continued to pale as he released more and more death aura, though it was perplexing how his mana was increasing instead.

That made Pritzer’s crimson eyes gleam in wariness.

On the other hand, Roel made sure to remain absolutely calm. He knew that he couldn’t afford to take any attacks from the enemy with his current strength as an Origin Level 4 transcendent, so he could only take the initiative to trigger Being Toward Death through Death Rain.

In his previous tests, he had already realized that unlike Glacial Touch and Time Devourer, Death Rain’s side effects showed right away as the spell directly converted his life force into death aura. Capitalizing on this effect, he was able to immediately trigger Being Toward Death and gain an immense amount of mana.

The Crown Origin Attribute glowed brilliantly as Roel channeled the immense mana he was receiving from Being Toward Death toward the depths of his body.

Death God Pritzer could tell that Roel was up to something, so after quickly probing the effects of the death aura, he decided to personally make his move.

“Your death aura is formidable, but it’s a pity that you’re not its owner,” he remarked.

He manifested a pitch-black sword and swung it, releasing a powerful mana pulsation. He had realized that the death attribute was ineffective against Roel, so he transformed his mana into another form of energy.

In the blink of an eye, Roel saw a gray ripple enveloping the entire world. This was the first time he had witnessed anything like this. This was an attack unique to the enemy’s Divine Domain, and it targeted not one’s physical body but something more fundamental to one’s soul.

Weng!

Roel experienced a massive jolt to his soul.

The death aura that had thoroughly blocked off the deceased spirits were completely useless against this attack. His Crown Origin Attribute fervently glowed to fix his soul within his body, but even so, the impact he suffered was immense.

Everything became blurred and indistinct as if he had plunged into a violent storm, but all of a sudden, colors sprouted inside the monochrome world.

The ceiling turned light yellow. The walls turned dark purple. A sinister red fluid reminiscent of blood trickled across the ground. The deceased spirits drifting in the sky morphed into smiling angels, and their miserable cries turned into pleasant laughs.

Roel felt like he had stepped into paradise.

The black silhouette was no longer anywhere to be seen, and in his place was a white-cloaked saint. He had a most tranquil smile on his face as he raised his arms, inviting the masses to enter heaven alongside him. Countless angels flew toward him.

Roel was tempted too.

His head felt heavy as if something had bogged it down, but there was a thought in his mind that told him that the white-cloaked saint was going to lead him to a wondrous and amazing place, a place where he belonged.

He took his first step toward the world of the dead, only for a displeased childlike voice to echo in his ears right afterward.

“A mere second-generation god dares to make you hand over your soul?”

“!”

Edavia’s words cleared away the fog in Roel’s mind, bringing clarity back to his mind. At the same time, the Crown Origin Attribute exerted a powerful suction force that pulled Roel’s soul back into his body.

The world of the dead vanished without a trace, reverting the surroundings to their monochrome colors. The saint’s halo extinguished, and the angels turned back into deceased spirits.

Death God Pritzer roared in disbelief. He glared at the faint childlike figure floating in the air.

“How is this possible? Who are you?!”

It should have been impossible for another existence to arbitrarily appear in his Divine Domain, yet the impossible had happened. His inability to comprehend what had happened terrified him. Not even the almighty first-generation gods had been able to instill such deep fear in him.

Without waiting for an answer, he swung his pitch-black sword a second time.

Roel quickly raised a crystalline ice barrier to protect himself, but it was impossible for him to hold his ground when there was such a massive gap between their levels. The ice barrier shattered, and he was sent flying across the living room.

Boom!

A loud explosion shook the tower as Roel crashed through a wall. Smithereens flew all around as a cloud of dust rose into the air. Eventually, his bloodied body collapsed onto the sky garden.

Even amidst the mess, Death God Pritzer’s ragged breathing could be heard. He was surprised that the childlike figure behind Roel hadn’t made a move, but this suited his agenda. He didn’t want to waste time anymore. He wanted to kill the Kingmaker right away lest the situation go out of control.

“Not even that ancient god was able to save you. You don’t stand a chance against me with your powers sealed,” Death God Pritzer said with a quivering voice as he warily approached Roel.

It was as if he was trying to put on a brave front to conceal his shaken heart.

Despite the disastrous situation he was in, the severely wounded Roel wasn’t frightened in the least. Instead, the edges of his lips curled into a faint smile.

“Yes, I don’t have enough time to break through the seal and summon Edavia… but this is enough.”

“What?”

Roel finally released all of the mana he had been accumulating thus far. Edavia’s figure glowed resplendently. She laughed brightly as she raised her hands to establish a soul connection that transcended dimensions. It was a call for help.

Mana furiously gushed into Roel’s Crown’s Stones to trigger a powerful resonance with the sentient calamities. Under the resonance of souls, the white-haired woman who ruled over these calamities widened Her crimson eyes as a voice echoed in Her ears.

“…Save me, Mother.”

“!”

The sun and the moon inverted, and the world quietened down.