Chapter 79: Here, Have a Soul Chip
The Lord of Submergence’s massive form dissolved rapidly, like snow melting in the sun. As he vanished, Leona felt the power within her growing stronger. With a mere thought, lightning would crackle around her, shielding her from harm or obliterating any enemy who dared to stand in her way.
But she couldn’t celebrate just yet. Abyss’s words filled her with a burning anxiety.
“You’re going to feed him your soul? Are you an idiot?” Leona exclaimed, pulling Abyss’s collar, forcing him to bend over. “How many times can you feed him? He’ll suck you dry eventually!”
Abyss, struggling to straighten up, gently patted Leona’s hand. “No, no, Leona, calm down and listen to my plan.”
Flora didn’t confront Abyss like Leona, but her eyes were filled with worry as she watched him intently.
“Remember the ‘vegetarian souls’ I created?” Abyss asked, finally released by Leona. “That’s what I’m going to feed the Lord of Submergence. I’ll separate a small fragment of my soul and then use the method for cultivating vegetarian souls to make it grow immensely, like an inexhaustible fruit tree, providing him with a steady source of nourishment.”
Abyss’s vegetarian souls were his own unique creation, which had proven useful in their battle against Bishop Dallan. He had discovered them by accident, using magic to mimic the form of a soul, realizing that the resulting construct possessed similar properties to a real soul and could be manipulated at will.
He didn’t know where this ability to create souls came from. He simply knew how to do it. He didn’t even use the ancient language commonly used by mages for incantations, but a language he had invented himself. He couldn’t explain how he came up with this new language, it had simply appeared in his mind one day.
However, vegetarian souls were still essentially simulations made of mana. They lacked the soul energy of a real soul and wouldn’t be recognized as food by the Lord of Submergence. Dallan’s failed attempt at sacrificing the swapped souls had proven this.
Therefore, Abyss had devised another method—separating a small fragment of his own soul and then using mana to replenish it, similar to cultivating a plant, nurturing a small sprout into a full-grown organism, creating a new soul.
The cost of this method was that Abyss would have to sleep for several days to recover his damaged soul, leaving him vulnerable and reliant on Flora and Leona’s protection.
After hearing his explanation, Leona and Flora were finally relieved. It wasn’t without cost, but a few days of sleep in exchange for the power of an Outer God was a good deal indeed.
The Lord of Submergence’s voice echoed, “My power has been infused into her body… But it cannot fully merge with her own power… It must wait until her soul grows stronger before I can fully integrate…”
“I understand. She’s undead. The strength of her soul is determined by me, her master. I just need to increase my own power,” Abyss said casually.
Any other necromancer, hearing these words, would be spitting blood in anger. Abyss, already incredibly powerful, could still grow stronger, and it seemed effortless for him? Was this even fair?
“Your method of growing stronger… Is it by gaining the loyalty of more followers?” Leona asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
Abyss nodded. “Indeed. You possess a portion of the Creator God’s power. The more you acknowledge me, the more power I gain. Although I haven’t truly felt the Creator God’s power flowing into me yet, my abilities have indeed increased significantly, including my soul power. It’s clearly connected to that world-creating fellow.”
“Will Leona be transformed into a tentacle monster by the Lord of Submergence’s power?” Flora asked worriedly.
“No… The tendrils are merely a manifestation of my power… Not my inherent form…” the Lord of Submergence explained honestly, having no intention of breaking his oath.
Flora understood immediately. The Lord of Submergence had so many tendrils not because he was limited to that form but because he simply preferred it.
The Lord of Submergence, now much smaller, his power residing within Leona, awaited the strengthening of Abyss’s soul to fully manifest.
“Alright, since it’s settled, I’ll feed him now,” Abyss said, nodding in satisfaction. Without hesitation, he wiped his face, and a small, square portion vanished, revealing the bright soul flame within.
They were currently existing as souls within the dream realm.
Holding the thin soul fragment in his hand, Abyss chanted in his self-created language. It was a difficult language to pronounce, requiring him to use magic to mimic sounds that a human throat couldn’t produce.
The soul fragment expanded rapidly, like a puffed snack. It didn’t grow into another Abyss but simply inflated, eventually becoming a giant, flat, chip-like object about a meter in diameter.
“Give me food… I am hungry…”
The Lord of Submergence’s plea echoed. Weakened by the recent battle, he seemed famished.
“Try this, but don’t eat it all. Leave a small piece, and it will grow back,” Abyss said, yawning. He seemed tired after creating the soul chip. “If it works, you can eat this every day and never worry about food again.”
The Lord of Submergence’s form vanished, then reappeared before them. His body, previously the size of an asteroid, was now only a few kilometers long. He tentatively extended a few tendrils, broke off a small piece of the giant “soul chip” to preserve, and then pushed the rest into his dark cloud.
After a long silence, his voice echoed again.
“It is food… A soul with powerful energy…”
A hint of excitement entered the voice of the gluttonous monster.
Leona felt a surge of power within her, her already immense strength increasing slightly. It seemed the Lord of Submergence’s power was linked to his level of satiation.
At that moment, a strange image flashed before Leona’s eyes.
The Lord of Submergence, contentedly consuming the soul chip, briefly transformed into two naked women, embracing each other, their eyes fixed on her.
But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, like a fleeting illusion. The Lord of Submergence was still the tentacled monster, no women in sight.
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