v2c28: You’re Not That Important
“You’re mentioning people I don’t know again. Who are the Three Venerables?” Abyss asked, rubbing his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
“The Three Venerables are the leaders of the Necromancer Council. They led us out of the Hai-Teweru continent and established a settlement in the Shadowed Depths. It’s no wonder you’re unaware, considering your ignorance of the current state of necromancy. If I’m not mistaken, you’re not even human, are you?” Legnas said, his eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Abyss.
“Hmm? Oh, I am human. Perhaps I have some elven ancestry, but I haven’t confirmed it,” Abyss said, scratching his head.
Legnas scoffed, assuming he was lying, and remained silent.
“If that’s all he wanted from me, I think our conversation is over,” Rebecca said, her voice light and dismissive. “I know nothing about Shadow Demons. You didn’t find anything related to them when you rescued me, did you?”
“Well… That’s true,” Abyss said, pondering for a moment, then looked at Legnas. “Perhaps your Three Venerables were mistaken. Even gods make mistakes. How can you be sure your leaders are infallible?”
Legnas felt utterly defeated. His confrontation with Abyss had shattered his pride. This boy, sitting on the ground, had effortlessly defeated him, inflicting only minor flesh wounds, wounds Abyss didn’t even seem to notice. And after this humiliating defeat, this gray-haired, enigmatic boy had summoned his target, the deceased Rebecca Viper.
Rebecca had personally confirmed that she knew nothing about Shadow Demons. This meant his mission to the Eastern Empire was a complete failure. He was an eighth-tier mage, highly respected within the Council. This setback was a crushing blow, leaving him feeling hopeless.
“Just… kill me…” he said, closing his eyes, his voice filled with despair.
“Who said anything about killing you?” Abyss asked, chuckling. “I never said I wanted to kill you.”
Legnas opened his eyes, looking at him, confused.
“First, I’m going to free the undead you enslaved. There’s no room for negotiation on that. If they allow you to leave after being freed, you can go. Of course, I’d prefer you to leave safely, so I’ll put in a good word for you,” Abyss said, approaching Legnas. “Tell the Necromancer Council about me. Tell them to come find me when they’re ready. I have a reason they can’t ignore.”
“A reason…?” Legnas asked, puzzled.
“The Lord of Submergence is no longer in contact with you because he’s now exclusively partnered with me,” Abyss said, smiling faintly. “His power is now solely for my followers. Leona, show him.”
Leona, still pouting about having her tongue pulled, reluctantly raised her hand. A few translucent tentacles flickered around her arm, then vanished.
Legnas’s eyes widened in horror.
So this boy was responsible for the Lord of Submergence’s disappearance! What had he done to convince that insatiable Outer God to partner with him exclusively? Those tentacles were unmistakable. Although Legnas wasn’t a follower of the Lord of Submergence, he was familiar with the tentacles that manifested when the Council’s followers used their god-given abilities.
Abyss was right. If the Council still desired the Lord of Submergence’s power, they would inevitably target him!
And this boy was actually looking forward to a confrontation with the Necromancer Council! What kind of power did he possess that made him so confident, knowing the Council’s strength?
And how powerful were his followers?
“You want to destroy us? You’re a Traditionalist necromancer!” Legnas exclaimed, finally realizing Abyss’s true nature. “If you hate us so much, why not just kill us all?”
“Because it’s troublesome,” Abyss said, picking at his ear. “I would have to make a special trip. You’re not that important. And I don’t want to destroy you. I dislike killing. But if you come after me, it’ll keep your strongest warriors occupied, away from innocent people.”
Legnas felt the sting of Abyss’s disdain. It was as if they were insignificant, not even worthy opponents…
But he couldn’t deny the truth of Abyss’s words…
Abyss confiscated all the containers holding Legnas’s enslaved souls, then released them, severing their connection to him.
Legnas was a seasoned necromancer. The quantity and quality of the undead he had enslaved were impressive. Dozens of skilled spectral warriors and mages now stood before them, their gratitude towards Abyss overflowing. Abyss then conducted a vote among them to decide Legnas’s fate.
Legnas was relieved that he had only mistreated and abused his undead servants, not inflicted any irreparable harm. This, combined with Abyss’s persuasive arguments, led to a narrow victory for the “release” faction. Legnas, fortunate to be spared, was stripped of his possessions and sent away, carrying news of Abyss to the Necromancer Council.
Watching Legnas’s dejected figure disappear, Abyss clapped his hands and turned to Rebecca. “Well, that’s settled. Now, it’s time to reunite you with Lannis.”
“Abyss…” Flora said, tugging at his dress.
“Hmm? What is it, Flora?”
“Well… You just let him go. What if he tells the Necromancer Council about your… crossdressing… habit?”
“…Ah,” Abyss said, his mouth agape, staring at Flora.
“I’m sorry… I should have mentioned it earlier…”
…
The Goat Eyes gang members, escorting Eugene, were retreating towards their headquarters.
Eugene had been terrified. He had assumed his eighth-tier necromancer was invincible, but a stronger mage had appeared out of nowhere, effortlessly defeating his powerful ally. He had thought he was going to die when that mysterious mage had flung him out of the house with magic.
But he had survived, and he would come back stronger! Eugene believed that after a brief period of recovery, he would crush the Black Hats once more!
Damn it! Damn it! Why was that Titus so cunning!
“Damn it… Titus, one day, I’ll gouge your eyes out…” Eugene cursed, his voice filled with hatred, as he limped along, leaning heavily on his cane.
“Hoho, gouge my eyes out? That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”
A familiar voice interrupted him.
Eugene looked up and saw a group of men in black fedoras blocking their path, their weapons glinting menacingly, potions strapped to their belts, their expressions hostile.
And standing among them was his old nemesis, Titus!
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