The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 401 Unlocking The Trapping Formation

Chapter 401 Unlocking The Trapping Formation

On the vast virtual live display suspended in the air, the members of the Shadow Hunter Association observed the giant and Alexander as they halted at the outskirts of the Heaven Trapping Array Formation, overhearing their conversation. Given the giant's seemingly meager power, they anticipated that he would retract, fearing for his life. To their astonishment, the giant audaciously accepted the trial.

"What a display of false bravado," scoffed Jagoi, holding the fifth rank.

"I concur," added Pickrum, ranking eighth among the ladies. "Unless he plans on spending several centuries consolidating his strength, he stands little chance of passing the Trapping Trial."

"Look, Alexander is about to activate the formation. My bet is he'll unlock no more than a Thousand Steps Foot Lock," Drax, ranking sixth, speculated.

"Nay, that's excessive for one of his caliber in the Purple Rank realm," Rasmita, the ninth-ranked member, interjected. According to the organization's grading system, they categorized strength levels in ascending order as Green (weakest) < Blue < Purple < Yellow < Red < Silver < Gold < Platinum < White < Black Rank (ultimate).

She continued, "If Alexander still possesses some semblance of reason within his peculiar mind, he'll probably unleash no more than Six Hundred Steps Foot Lock." However, her assumptions were quickly proven wrong when they witnessed Alexander channeling his energy to activate his movement technique, leaving her momentarily speechless. The others shared her sense of awe.

Breaking the silence, Olivia's mellifluous voice rang out, thawing the ice of surprise. "Considering his degree of manipulation, it seems Alexander intends to employ the Wind Gliding Movement Technique to its fullest extent. The classic Pathfinder Alex, what could be his intention?"

Subsequently, they witnessed Alexander's form flickering, multiplying into ten thousand lotus-shaped copies. "This Alex is utterly unhinged. Should we intervene to halt this madness?" Jagoi exclaimed.

"I've always suspected he harbored some bizarre fascination with a sadistic worldview. But unlocking Ten Thousand Steps Foot Lock? That's a sheer absurdity," spat Rogger, ranking seventh.

In the following scene, Alexander materialized inside the hall. "This madman has truly pushed the Trapping Formation to its highest capacity," they murmured in astonishment. Most of them questioned Alexander's decision to unlock all ten thousand steps of the Foot Lock. However, Alexander paid them no heed, occupying the tenth throne. His gaze lingered intriguingly on the first throne for a moment before shifting to the screen.

Unbeknownst to the others, the instant Alexander activated the Wind Gliding Movement Technique, a pair of cyan eyes materialized just above the vacant First Throne. This occurrence coincided with Damien briefly opening his Third Vertical Eye for a fraction of a second.

As if taken aback, Olivia, the third-ranked lady, and Luther, the second-ranked member, cast glances toward the solitary pair of cyan eyes hovering above the First Throne. Yet, they remained silent, their intrigue piqued by this enigmatic development.

"Oh, he appears to be meditating or something," Pickrum commented brusquely, averting her gaze.

Initially, they watched Damien with keen interest, but after two hours of waiting, their curiosity waned, and their attention turned to the pair of Cyan Eyes, now belonging to Luther and Olivia Quinelly.

Meanwhile, beyond the Heaven Trapping Array Formation's boundary, Damien rose from his meditative posture, generating a pair of formidable lightning bolts that crackled with a spectrum of colors—shifting from white to black, purple, green, and back to white in a mesmerizing cycle. He then executed a series of intricate hand seals and muttered, "Fusion Ninja Lightning Step, activate!" In an instant, his form blurred and surged forward. The thunderous clap of the lightning spread like roots, and suddenly, there were ten thousand lightning clones of Damien, each stepping into a precise position. Under his masterful control, they replicated his movements with exacting precision. "Lightning Return!" he commanded, and as if obeying his will, all the clones exploded, converging into a thick torrent of lightning bolts that shot toward the original Damien, who stood at the far end.

As the potent lightning beam merged into his body, Damien harnessed its momentum to add the necessary force, vanishing from the island.

Back in the cavernous hall within the superstructure, everyone present was astounded by Damien's astonishing display of power.

"To unlock the Ten Thousand Steps Foot Lock with the power of a Purple Rank, this Giant is quite remarkable," Ruthella was the first to voice her admiration. "Since he occupies the twelfth position, just behind me, it only makes sense that I oversee the final phase of the trial." To earn membership in the Shadow Hunter Association, one had to pass two trials set by two current members, and Damien had one more trial awaiting him.

"Keep dreaming, I should be the one to test him this time," Rashmimita argued.

"No, allow me. Leave him in my capable hands," Jagoi interjected. The hall erupted in a heated debate as they jockeyed for the privilege of conducting the final trial. Even Luther and Olivia joined the fray. After they announced their decisions, others reluctantly conceded, leaving the verbal duel between them to persist.

"Brother Luther, please, grant me this opportunity. Next time, I'll let you take the lead. Additionally, I'll permit you a full day of access to my library," Olivia Quinelly sweetly suggested.

"Hmm, as much as I would cherish the opportunity to spend a day in your library, talents like him don't often fall from the sky. So, I'll conduct the final trial instead," Luther, the second-ranking member, firmly declined her offer. Given their ranks, his decision would ultimately hold sway. However, just as he was poised to commence the trial, a melodious voice resonated, "He's mine." It was none other than the voice connected to the pair of cyan eyes that had hovered above the first throne.

The eyes vanished, and simultaneously, Damien reappeared within a colossal hall. The walls seemed imposing, and the ceiling resembled an infinite expanse of twinkling stars. The floor appeared to be crafted from an advanced, unfamiliar form of concrete, an intriguing sight for Damien. Employing his Devil Ocular Eye Technique, his eyes radiated a golden hue as he scanned his surroundings. "I know you're here. Reveal yourself!" he declared, his voice resolute.