Chapter 162: End of the Incident
Despite the presence of elders in the Black family, there was a serious gap in knowledge transmission. No one had ever taught Phineas the deeper truths of the magical world. Black, once a consul of the Pureblood Council, had the right to know the mysteries concerning gods—but with both of Phineas's parents gone, and the surviving elders isolated in seclusion, no one had passed this knowledge on to him.
Now, hearing Sakaski speak of such matters, Phineas was stunned.
"You look surprised," Sakaski sneered. "You've never learned anything about gods, have you? Never questioned the true purpose of the Pureblood Council? I didn't expect someone as ignorant as you to repeatedly outmaneuver the Rich family. Keeping the Black family's place… maybe the rest of your clan are complete fools."
Phineas began to see things in a different light. Perhaps he had misunderstood—and perhaps many families within the Council had as well. Sakaski hadn't broken from the Rich family… he had simply chosen a different path.
"Forget it," Sakaski said coldly. "Even if you didn't know, I've already said too much. You're going to die anyway."
He stopped speaking and approached Phineas.
The ritual that had transformed Nott into a demon had also destroyed both Sakaski's and Nott's wands. Now, only one wand remained in this realm—the one that had fallen not far in front of Phineas.
It wasn't far, but in his current condition, Phineas couldn't crawl over to retrieve it.
As Sakaski advanced without caution, Phineas knew this was his only chance. If he wanted to survive, he had to kill Sakaski now—before it was too late.
He couldn't reach his wand. So, he turned to the system.
It didn't matter if the wand was perfectly suited to him. He only needed it to cast one spell. Just one.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Before Sakaski could react, Phineas summoned a wand from the system into his right hand. As soon as it appeared, he unleashed the Killing Curse.
The flash of green light struck Sakaski squarely, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. He collapsed, lifeless.
It had all come down to a single moment. One spell. One chance. Phineas had taken it—and survived.
Sakaski's eyes remained wide open in death, frozen in reluctant confusion.
Perhaps, in the instant before his death, his final thought was: Why does Black have two wands? He was certain Phineas had only one. The battle had left most of Phineas's clothing in tatters. If there had been another wand hidden on him, Nott or Sakaski would have seen it.
They never considered that Phineas possessed something as absurd and untraceable as the system.
Watching Sakaski's body fall, Phineas exhaled slowly. In truth, it had all been a gamble. He had bet that Sakaski wouldn't expect a counterattack, wouldn't dodge in time. And his bet had paid off.
Not only had he survived, but he had also claimed the demon's heart that Sakaski never had the chance to retrieve.
Sakaski had feared a last-minute failure, which was why he'd moved to kill Phineas before collecting the heart. In the end, that hesitation cost him everything.
Phineas didn't know how long he lay there before he could finally sit up. The blow from the demonized Nott had been devastating. The Iron Armor Charm had saved him from death, but left him incapacitated for some time.
Now recovered, he picked up his original wand and the demon's heart, and stared down at them in silence.
Could what Sakaski said be true?
Would consuming the demon's heart truly allow one to receive the seed of godhood?
Or would it only lead to becoming another demon—or worse?
Phineas had no way to be certain. Ridge could not be trusted. Both Selwyn and Black agreed on that.
Still, if Sakaski had been telling the truth, then the heart's divine potential was time-limited. If Phineas gave up this chance to ascend, he might never get another.
Godhood.
Though Phineas hadn't received much knowledge about gods from the Black family, what he had gathered pointed to immense power.
Even the Pureblood Council had confirmed the existence of divine beings, though their understanding was shallow. Most families, like the Black family, knew even less.
In truth, the earliest confirmed record of a divine being in the magical world wasn't of the Grim Reaper or the Night Goddess—but of the Lady of the Lake, also known as the Fairy of the Lake, who had given Excalibur to King Arthur.
She existed. She held the status of a god. Her name was indeed Vivian, as the legends claimed. Once a disciple of the great wizard Merlin, she eventually ascended. Though not one of the most powerful deities, she still proved that divinity was real.
Unfortunately, information about demons remained extremely limited. Only vague reports of summoning rituals existed. No real studies. No solid knowledge.
So now, with everything on the line, Phineas couldn't be sure of the consequences of consuming the demon's heart.
In the end, he sighed and let go of the idea.
With the system on his side, he would have other chances to become a god. Trusting Sakaski's mad theories wasn't worth the risk.
As for the demon's heart, Phineas decided to sell it to the system. If the system accepted it…
He had never known what the system would or wouldn't take. It had never previewed an item's value before. But the moment he held the heart, the system responded.