Chapter 52
Total Defeat
Ma Yui stepped out from the mist after having hidden only ten meters away from where the rest of her companions stood. Because the range of Einver's Mist Eyes technique did not extend beyond fifty meters—and ended exactly at that distance, just five meters short of the others' position—Ma Yui, who had been ten meters farther, had remained outside his sight.
She appeared before them with hesitant steps, trembling in fear, as if her heart longed to escape her chest.
Luo Mo spoke, his voice overflowing with anger:
"Explain yourself now… why didn't you join us in our plan to get rid of that rat?!"
Luo Ri narrowed her eyes at her, her voice a blend of surprise and disdain:
"Ma Yui, why didn't you take part? Haven't you killed before? We've been through many adventures together, and I know you're not afraid of taking lives. So why were you terrified at just the thought of killing that boy?"
Ma Yui's body shook like someone standing naked in a snowstorm. Her words came out broken, between sharp, rapid breaths:
"You all know that my talent is weak… I can only count the number of people a target has killed, and see their emotions and personality."
Everyone answered at once:
"Yes."
She struggled to keep her gaze steady on them as she continued:
"When I look at you… Luo Ri, you've killed 53 people, and your emotions right now are calm but confused. Your personality is strong, calculating, intelligent. Luo Rai, you've killed 30 people, your emotions now are hesitant but amused, your personality sly as a fox, treacherous. And you, Luo Mo, you've killed 70 people, your emotions right now are angry and agitated, your personality arrogant, conceited, and rash."
Luo Rai chuckled lightly and said with a mocking tone:
"Most of the ones I killed were just maids."
But Luo Ri ignored her jest, keeping her sharp gaze locked on Ma Yui.
"Yes… and then?"
Ma Yui's body trembled harder, her voice rising as fear choked her words:
"When I looked at that person… do you know how many people he had killed? And what his emotions were?!"
Luo Mo sighed in boredom, as though the matter was unworthy of such fear:
"How many? Sixty? Maybe a hundred? Is that what frightened you?"
But Ma Yui suddenly screamed, her voice so loud it shook their hearts:
"That person killed 1,005 people! He's slain a thousand and five souls! For hell's sake… who at his age kills a thousand people?!"
She quickly went on, her entire spirit consumed by dread:
"Do you know what his emotions were? He was calm… excited! And when you were plotting to kill him, I felt an overwhelming, murderous rage surge directly from him at me. His personality wasn't normal—it was the strongest I've ever seen. He's powerful, intelligent, fearless, never hesitant. But… there was something else, something I've never witnessed in my life… it appeared above his head."
Everyone swallowed hard, their throats dry with fear. Luo Ri asked her in a hushed, trembling voice:
"What was that strange thing, Ma Yui?"
She answered, her voice shaking:
"It was written above his head… Sovereign of Death. And it was written in black. You know that my ability reveals the colors that define people's natures. There are only three colors I know: blue means the person is innocent and good, red means a killer but hesitant, someone who can still be turned to good. But black… black means death. Death with no return, no salvation. A character beyond redemption. I've never seen anyone with this black color… except for the mad butcher, Sai Mo. And you all know who Sai Mo is."
Luo Ri spoke sharply, trying to suppress the trembling of her hands:
"Everyone knows who Sai Mo is… there's no need to mention him now. But what about that strange title? You can only see names, not titles."
Ma Yui didn't answer—because she truly didn't know. She had indeed seen his name: Einver Kami. But that title… Sovereign of Death… she had no idea how she had managed to see it.
Luo Ri sighed, covering her face with her hand for a few seconds, then lifted her head after a long pause, her voice resolute:
"Fine. Let's not forget our main goal. The lost treasure… we must find it and get out of here by any means necessary. As for that boy… we'll deal with him gently for now."
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Meanwhile, elsewhere, deep inside the Forest of Dreams—
Einver walked calmly, as if strolling through the garden of his own home. The mist was gradually fading, and his eyes were adjusting to the surrounding darkness. The trees were massive, decayed, their bark brittle and crumbling, as though they had died centuries ago.
After a few minutes, he caught sight of a hazy shadow behind one of the trees. He hurried to confirm it, but when he arrived… the shadow had already vanished.
Wait… wait… are ghosts actually real in this cursed world?
Einver wondered to himself, then shook his head and pressed forward without pause.
But the shadow appeared again. This time, it did not move—it simply stared at him, like a frightened child peeking from behind its mother. Einver closed his eyes and activated the Mist Eyes technique. He saw the trees and grass clearly around him, but when his gaze fell on the shadow… his eyes snapped open in shock.
Its color was a deep, crimson red. Its form was hollow—not human, not animal, nothing Einver could recognize. Just an empty red shade shifting with the air, as though it were made of endless drifting grains of sand.
"What the hell is this thing?!" Einver muttered as he stared at the unknown entity.
He approached cautiously, and the closer he came, the denser and more solid the shadow became. When he was five meters away, it was clearer, stronger—yet still moved with the wind like a blend of smoke and sand.
Then suddenly, the shadow raised its hand toward Einver…
And in the next instant, a hellish roar thundered across the forest! A furious, blazing roar, savage as a demon beast unleashed from the depths of the abyss. The massive trees trembled, the earth quaked, and Einver nearly collapsed to the ground. Blood streamed from his ears and mouth as he fought to keep his footing, as though standing at the eye of a raging storm.
An immense weight crushed down on his body, like a mountain pressing upon his head. Even moving a single finger became impossible.
A window appeared before him:
|Warning! Warning! High-frequency sound waves detected around the host. Escape immediately or death is inevitable. Your body cannot endure these waves for much longer.|
Einver snarled in frustration: What good is your warning if I can't move at all?!
Desperately, with precision, Einver activated the Sovereign Darkness technique. The pressure lessened slightly, but he still couldn't move. He immediately followed with the Bloody Darkness technique. A crimson aura burst from his body, forming a barrier that repelled the sound waves. But his wounded body couldn't sustain the technique fully.
After a single second, the waves weakened just enough for him to grip his sword and attempt to retreat. But the shadow gave him no more than three seconds…
Within those three seconds, the waves surged in strength manyfold. Then a booming voice came from behind him, dripping with hatred:
"You… you're just like them! Just like that damned wretch who came to my city years ago… I'll slaughter you in the most brutal way, you bloodthirsty bastard!"
As the words ended, a dense crimson wind poured from its body, swirling like a hurricane toward Einver, engulfing him completely. He tried to resist, but it seeped through his very skin, penetrating his body mercilessly.
Within moments, Einver collapsed to the ground unconscious. The crimson wind carried him as if he were a mere toy, lifting his body high into the air, trailing after the shadow. Together, they vanished into the depths of the forest's darkness…
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