While it was great that Bloodhound was nowhere close to the Tritan Alliance anymore, nobody felt reassured. Everyone thought the Supreme Human Alliance couldn’t reach their backwater galaxy yet. Obviously, that was not the entire truth.
A Divine Lifeform of the Supreme Human Alliance managed to reach the Tritan Alliance and kill the War Priestess of the Warlock Centaur race, only to nearly eliminate the Berserker Chieftain, Katharina Zenovia, and Giuliana Seraph as well.
Michael also survived only by a hair’s breadth. He might have looked confident, but it was not like he could have done anything against a Divine Lifeform without his Curse and the World Serpent. Even then, Michael nearly died. His Curse could only use this much power, and the World Serpent had to conceal its power to hide from something. Michael was still not too sure what exactly the World Serpent was hiding.
Maybe the World Serpent told him before, but Michael’s mind was too befuddled to register any names or organizations. He only remembered that the World Serpent was trying to hide from something Primal, whatever that meant.
It wasn’t like he had the luxury of thinking about the World Serpent’s issues. Michael was struggling to stay awake right now. The True Extraction Globe was at fault for that—to be precise, the things the True Extraction Globe did to him right after he destroyed the seals that contained the energy amassed within it.
At first, he had been certain that Cosmic Stride had moved him away from the center of the explosion fast enough. Now, Michael learned he wasn’t fast enough – though barely. The True Extraction Globe hit him a fraction of a millisecond before Cosmic Stride pulled him to Eren.
Michael looked down at his body and groaned in pain.
[Michael! What the hell happened to you?!?]
He forced himself to smile.
‘I was just a little bit unlucky.’
The True Extraction Globe dissected his arms. It took only a fraction of a millisecond to dissect his arm, leaving merely a stump attached to his shoulders. Blood gushed out of the stumps, and it didn’t look like he would stop bleeding anytime soon.
“Kid. Are you fine?” Eren asked when he realized that Michael’s arms were missing. He retrieved a potion from his War Rune storage and fed it to him, “If we were in the Nest, I would have asked Betzi to heal you right away. But out here…I don’t know if anyone here has the techniques required to regenerate your arms in perfect condition.”
Michael felt a flood of energy and nutrients spreading through his body. They reached every corner and slowed the bleeding from his arm stumps.
His mind cleared up, and the pain dispersed as well.
“That’s a good potion,” He murmured, accessing the energy that flooded his body to manifest the Soul Grimoire. He used a Soul Tear on the Soultrait Shard of Archangel’s Grace and Enhancement before using 10 Enhancement layers on Archangel’s Grace. The focus on Enhancement was on its regeneration trait, amplifying it drastically.
At last, Michael unleashed Archangel’s Grace, manifesting a pair of glowing wings alongside a miniature Archangel, which levitated before Michael. The Soul Technique Heavenly Realm was unleashed to the fullest and compressed to apply only to Michael’s arms – or what was left.
Another Soul Tear was used on Sacred Constitution, further amplifying his high natural regeneration.
Michael closed his eyes and let his Soultraits work. The energy and nutrients inside him were drained rapidly. He had to retrieve a bunch of High Nutrient Solutions and Energy Stones to replenish the used-up nutrients, but that was fine. It didn’t matter that the amount of resources he consumed was immense. It was necessary to regenerate his limbs, which was more than just a little bit important.
His arm stumps itched, but that was expected. His arms were regrowing.
The Serpent Seals were suddenly triggered, drastically enhancing Michael’s physical traits. Oddly enough, his natural regeneration was boosted more than usual.
‘Thanks,’ Michael said to the World Serpent, but it remained silent.
Eren stared at Michael, his eyes furrowed deeply. The potion he’d provided Michael was supposed to help him regenerate his arms in the future, but that wasn’t enough to heal him suddenly. Yet, Michael’s arms regenerated right before him at a breathtaking pace.
‘Is it because he’s still a Lesser Lifeform? His body is not that complex yet. Maybe…’ Eren thought, tilting his head as he continued inspecting Michael’s healing process.
Once he was done healing, Michael inspected his arms. His attention lingered on the Elemental Empress’ tattoo. Zeroa had not spoken to him since he had lost his arms, which made him worry a little bit, even though Michael knew that the Elemental Empress wasn’t dead. She was just stored deeper inside him after he had lost his arms.
Now that his arms were back, Michael checked on the Elemental Empress and tested whether his movements were restrained in any way.
Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Everything was how it was supposed to be.
Now, it was time for Eren to be shocked. Evalynn didn’t tell him much about her son. She only mentioned that she had another son and that she was hiding him. When Danny died, Evalynn had been forced to expose Daniel Fang’s existence. Until that day, the Nest had been certain that Hesta Fang was the only descendant of Fenrir’s Curse. However, that wasn’t the case.
First, there was Daniel Fang, an average Cursed Child, who didn’t attract much attention.
Now, Michael appeared out of nowhere.
Evalynn Fang would have to defend her foolish actions before Nest’s Elders once they returned, but that could wait. Eren had to get to know Michael first. After all, Michael Fang seemed much different from the rest of the Fenrir bloodline. It looked like he was the first in centuries to inherit the real Curse.
That could turn into a big problem if Michael’s issues were left unattended.
At least, that was usually the case, especially with Children who gained access to their Curse before ascending to a Higher Lifeform. That rarely happened, and it was even less likely that those children would end well.
But Eren could tell that Michael didn’t have the problems young Curse Users ought to have. That didn’t make sense, or did it? He recalled that Evalynn informed him all issues with the Hellbound Cataclysm had been solved and that there was no need to worry about it anymore. She seemed happy at that time as well, but only did it make sense.
‘You shouldn’t have attacked my brother and my Curses, you motherfucker!’ Michael said right before attacking Bloodhound. It didn’t seem logical initially because Danny was dead, but everything began to make sense as the puzzle pieces came together.
“You consumed your brother’s Curse without killing him. He’s with you,” Eren concluded with intrigue.
Michael’s Curses aided him. That was rare for a Rookie as most grappled to gain control of their Curse.
Eren appeared behind Michael and touched the Living Image of the World Serpent.
“That is marvelous!”
The older Curse User inspected Michael intently.
“Five golden Cursed Seals and two darkish-green Cursed Seals. And you have multiple Soultraits,” he swallowed hard.
Michael intercepted before Eren grew too excited, “I call the darkish-green Cursed Seals Serpent Seals because of the moving image on my back. The other seals are ordinary Cursed Seals.”
“Whatever,” Eren waved his hand dismissively, his full attention lingering on Michael.
“This is perfect!”
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