Chapter 23: The Eye of Fear
“Why?!” Leona protested loudly. “I just finished eating!”
“You can throw up later, it’s fine,” Abyss said, pointing to the neatly butchered pork beside them. “There’s more to eat after you throw up.”
Leona felt like she was being toyed with by this skinny, grey-haired boy. Who invited someone to eat and then asked them to throw up? Moreover, who would make such an unreasonable request to a noble lady?
If Leona were still a princess, she would have had her guards throw him in jail! Now, all she wanted to do was whack Abyss on the head with the leg bone in her hand!
Flora, however, wasn’t surprised. She said softly to Leona, “Your Highness, I understand what Abyss means. He believes there’s a cursed object in your stomach, and it must be affecting your stomach, causing your insatiable appetite and preventing you from properly controlling your Dou Qi. The official cause of your death was announced as Dou Qi turbulence. Perhaps at the end, your Dou Qi completely broke through the restraints of your body, causing fatal damage.”
Leona pouted and thought for a moment, then said to Abyss, “Fine, I’ll throw up later. You go ahead and roast the meat. I want to eat more as soon as I’m done! The taste better be the same!”
“Of course, my princess.”
Abyss winked at Flora approvingly, smiled faintly, and returned to the fire to roast the meat.
Following the same steps, he took out another leg of pork, meticulously sprinkled it with high-quality spices from various regions, spread them evenly, and placed it in a cooler part of the fire to marinate slowly.
Just then, a slight vibration in his chest caught his attention.
What was in his breast pocket? Abyss thought for a moment, recalling his conversation with Leiner that night. A purple, diamond-shaped pendant appeared in his memory.
Right, the treasure Leiner carried, the Eye of Fear. Leiner had used it to instill fear in the mercenaries who entered his hideout, making it easy to kill and transform them into zombies.
Abyss, of course, knew the Fear spell, and when he cast it, it could even make a brave knight lose control of their bowels. He had initially dismissed this magic-infused pendant, but now, its unusual reaction piqued his curiosity.
He took out the Eye of Fear and saw it flashing with a mesmerizing purple light. It wasn’t dark yet, but the light seemed to pierce through space, appearing exceptionally bright.
Some magical force was trying to break through his mental defenses.
Abyss frowned slightly. This magical force was like a mayfly trying to shake a giant tree in the face of his mental strength. It had no chance of success, but a sense of unease began to creep into his heart.
“Leiner’s mission was to retrieve the cursed object from Leona’s stomach, and the Council of the Dead gave him the Eye of Fear to help him… According to him, the Eye of Fear is part of the artifact ‘Face of Hell’ held by the Council of the Dead…”
Abyss shifted his body slightly towards Leona.
The purple light from the Eye of Fear brightened almost imperceptibly.
The two girls sitting on the tree stump also noticed Abyss’s unusual behavior. Flora was the first to ask, “Abyss, what’s wrong? Is that the Eye of Fear? Why is it glowing?”
“Eye of Fear? What’s that? Let me see!” Leona reached out curiously.
Abyss stood up, clutching the Eye of Fear tightly, and walked over to Leona. Ignoring her puzzled gaze, he squeezed in beside her, pressing against her body.
“W-what are you doing?!” Leona’s face flushed bright red. She even forgot to push him away. “How dare you treat an unmarried…”
“Shh…” Abyss placed a finger on his lips, gently silencing Leona.
Leona covered her mouth. She saw a purple light flickering in Abyss’s eyes, alluring and bewitching. At the same time, she felt something vibrating faintly in her stomach. The vibration wasn’t strong, but it was clear. Leona was absolutely certain it wasn’t her imagination.
Abyss, holding the Eye of Fear, saw something completely different from his surroundings.
Leona’s beautiful face gradually blurred, fading into darkness. At the same time, a disturbing murmuring filled his ears, as if ten thousand people were whispering around him.
The darkness deepened, swallowing everything, and the murmurs grew louder, some turning into loud chants.
“Abyss Belator…” A strange, gurgling voice emerged from the cacophony, echoing around him.
The chanting and murmuring intensified, some turning into hysterical screams. Countless voices reverberated in his mind, colliding, filling him with a mixture of fear and agitation.
“Abyss Belator…” The strange voice continued, sounding less like the vocalizations of any humanoid race and more like the clumsy imitation of some other creature using different organs. The sound of trickling water and faint thunder mingled with the calls, drawing closer and closer.
He felt a cold sensation on his neck, as if a thin, wet tendril was slowly wrapping around him.
So scary… So chaotic… What should I do…
These thoughts flooded his mind, and his expression turned vacant, his mouth opening slightly. The tendril’s touch slithered from his face towards his mouth…
Suddenly, he smelled a faint scent of cinnamon, Leona’s spice.
“Wait,” the vacant look in Abyss’s eyes vanished instantly, and he closed his mouth.
What am I afraid of? I have nothing to lose, and no one has been able to oppose me so far. The world’s strongest Divine Arts user and Dou Warrior are on my side. What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of something terrifying, or am I simply afraid for the sake of being afraid?
Once these thoughts entered his mind, his previous fear dissipated.
“Whatever you are, take my Soulquake Wave!” Abyss suddenly grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth. “Illusion, break!”
The ninth-tier necromantic spell, Soulquake Wave, specifically designed to resist mental attacks from the undead, was a powerful spell essential for Supreme Necromancers to subdue high-ranking undead. When someone launched a mental attack, casting Soulquake Wave allowed the caster to retaliate, tearing apart a portion of the attacker’s soul, inflicting immense and unavoidable pain!
“Gaaaah!!!”
An invisible wave rippled outwards from Abyss, several times stronger than what a Supreme Necromancer could produce. Then, he heard a piercing shriek, and the tendrils wrapped around his neck and face instantly recoiled!
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