Chapter 190
‘He doesn’t even realize who I am, or I wonder if he would still be able to remain so casual…’
She mused as she replied, “I am aware of that. Don’t worry, I selected that mission with that in mind. Your main concern is to leave the clan, right?”
Oliver nodded.
“Don’t worry, I have arranged for you to be issued a clan mission in a nearby city. It should be fine,” she said, tilting her head slightly.
Oliver sucked in a deep breath as he heard her.
She had already installed moles in the clan at a high enough position to influence the missions assigned.
What a terrifying woman!
“You have taken deep roots in the clan. Are you sure about it?” he asked, genuinely wondering what was in her head.
“Are you worried about your boss?” she smiled and asked in return.
“Hmm… maybe?” He put on a thoughtful expression. If she were exposed and caught, would he also not be in trouble for colluding with her and joining another organization while still being in the clan and enjoying its resources?
He could be said to be worried about her in that way!
“Aw, what a cute little boy.” Jenna smiled in a way that wasn’t quite a smile; her tone was sarcastic as she narrowed her eyes.
“But you don’t need to be concerned about me. The game I am playing is indeed dreadful, but I am quite the experienced player.”
“Is that so? Good for you. Don’t draw too much attention, or I will also be in trouble,” Oliver scoffed.
“Humph, you little brat. Care about yourself. With that overflowing espera, you better find a way to conceal it, or you might be in more trouble.” Jenna arrogantly crossed her arms below her chest and said.
Her aura turned more domineering by the moment, filling the room with an invisible pressure.
“I will see to that,” Oliver smirked. “Thanks for the mission, ‘boss’.”
He soon left her office and went back to his courtyard.
He had just arrived, and now he would be leaving soon. He was starting to get busier from this point.
He spotted a familiar fat cat lazing on top of his couch, snoring as it dozed off.
‘She probably ditched Sesha…’
Oliver shook his head as he thought about it. How could a mere maid contain the clan guardian, no matter how dumb the latter was?
He ignored the snoring cat and went to the secret spot behind his courtyard. It had been a while since he visited there.
He scanned through his belongings in the mindspace and retrieved the storage bracelet of the demonic ghost.
Now that he was in the clan, he didn’t fear getting tracked down by other heretics.
“Ah, it’s locked by a rune. I should have asked Sigfor to teach me how to break them.”
Oliver groaned as he smashed the bracelet on the ground.
“Maybe I should ask for help from an elder knowledgeable about runes? I doubt they will just dismiss me as before…”
He wondered if he should use the clan’s help in decoding the runes. He knew that the old ghost’s storage bracelet had advanced protection runes embedded in it, so it would not be easy to decode it with just basic rune knowledge.
He would need to obtain more advanced techniques and knowledge about runes.
“It’s a pity Evelyn has yet to enter the stage where she would start getting interested in runic studies, so I won’t be getting rune-ability-related rewards anytime soon. The only one I can depend on is myself,” he said in a hushed tone.
It was then that suddenly something happened.
[Ding! Target has learned the 1st level of divine sword arts after undergoing rigorous training. Achieved mastery in arts belonging to divine order.]
[Ding! Obtaining 10x benefits. Contradicting nature, adjusting parameters!]
[Abyssal Arts Obtained…]
Suddenly, a huge flood of information burst forth into his mind as if someone had opened a door to a new world for him. His eyes widened slightly as his mind jolted with pain.
“Ugh…” He groaned slightly as he gently touched his forehead, organizing his thoughts.
As more and more information entered his mind, a change seemed to be taking place. His eyes turned more and more blank, as if he were undergoing a transformation.
“…Ah.”
He let out a sound without a certain meaning behind it, as if he were in a trance.
It took a moment for him to snap back to reality, but when he did, his facial expression became complicated, and his eyes narrowed.
“So, that’s how I need to grow back Abyss energy…” he said to himself, looking down at his palm.
The reward he had obtained this time was knowledge about arts from the Abyss and how he needed to grow back his Abyss energy.
Apparently, it was a method that went beyond the scope of any morals and ethics he had learned about.
The heart.
An organ that functions as the source of life in any being.
A source of life and vitality…
A heart was not limited to the normal heart that humans had; it was the core that facilitated life in creatures.
What does a heart have to do with anything here?
One might think that, but in fact, from the information he had received, the heart was the only thing that could help him regrow the empty reserves of Abyss energy back to how they were.
In essence, what he would require would be the heart—the core of life that makes a creature functional and alive—for him to be able to restore and grow his Abyss to greater heights.
Just the thought of using somebody’s heart made him feel sick to his stomach.
But after calming down, he realized that he should have expected such a sinister thing to appear when he had chosen the path of the Abyss.
Not to mention, the other information about Abyss arts that he had received in exchange for the divine swordsmanship… that was just as sinister.
The Path of the Abyss was not laid with flowers, unlike the Path of Divinity; it was a path filled with thorns and corpses.
Now onto the Abyssal arts…