Chapter 161
The Twin Lords of Hell
| Name: Arthur Narin
Age: 19 Years Old
Level: 50
Body: Dark Jin Jang Body
Spiritual Power: 180
Magic Energy: 189
Dark Energy: 189
Agility: 500
Endurance: 500
Class: Spirit Summoner C
Personal Points: 30,000
Potions: 9 Miraculous Healing Potions |
Arthur stood silently, staring at the personal window suspended before his eyes.
The numbers... were not merely numbers, but living proof of the terrifying transformation that had occurred within his body after Zhao Fan's technique.
A tremendous evolution that surpassed logic and was almost unimaginable.
He took a deep breath, his eyes glimmering faintly.
"I've truly changed..."
In addition, Arthur had received the reward for his mission to save Ning Er:
Additional points, and a gift stored within the inventory.
"Brother Arthur..."
Arthur turned toward the voice and found Ning Er looking at him with eyes filled with affection, gratitude, and the terror that had carved itself into her heart as she looked at the blood-covered Arthur before her.
His entire body was completely drenched in blood.
Arthur smiled gently, then lightly waved his hand.
"Path of Wind."
The winds gathered around his body, and with precise calmness, the blood began condensing into a small sphere as it completely separated from his body and clothes.
Only a few seconds later, Arthur's body had returned to its clean and magnificent state. He casually waved his hand and threw the sphere of blood far away.
"How are you, little one?"
he asked with a gentle smile.
She did not answer immediately.
Instead, she took a single step forward and threw herself into his embrace.
"Thank you... thank you, Brother."
Arthur raised his hand and gently patted her head without saying a word.
Sometimes, silence speaks louder than any words.
"Arthur, let's go."
Zhao Fan spoke as he gestured toward him.
Arthur smiled calmly, then gently moved Ning Er away and raised his hand to show her the Black Thunder Ring around his finger.
Ning Er smiled as well and raised her hand, revealing the Purple Thunder Ring.
After the battle had ended, Zhao Fan had forged these rings from the corpse of the Thunder Bird.
Spatial rings that functioned as storage devices, yet possessed two rare abilities:
The first was storing healing energy for future use.
The second was that they glowed with their respective colors whenever one ring holder approached another.
Ning Er and Xiu Tian Yang had received their rings earlier while Arthur was unconscious.
Only now had Zhao Fan finally handed Arthur his ring.
Arthur accepted it and smiled faintly before bidding Ning Er farewell with a reassuring look.
"Where to now, Zhao Fan?"
Zhao Fan smiled upon hearing the question.
Then the two departed together, talking and arguing like ordinary brothers.
But what the world did not know...
was that these two "kind brothers" had deceived the greatest schemer in the empire
and made him look like a helpless child before their plan.
The news spread rapidly:
The death of the Seventh Elder at the hands of Arthur and Zhao Fan... and the method by which it had been carried out.
Some refused to believe it.
Some doubted it.
Others stood stunned, contemplating both the brilliance and brutality of the plan.
And as the two resumed their journey,
people gave them a new title:
"The Twin Lords of Hell."
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While Zhao Fan trained his three techniques, testing the power of his new body, Arthur sat beside the road, focusing on the gift he had received.
| Congratulations, Arthur.
You have obtained: Spirit Beast Egg
Hatching Method:
Pour Magical Sun Energy into the egg continuously for two full weeks. |
Sun Energy?
Do you mean actual sunlight... or magical sunlight?
| Of course magical sunlight.
And who are you to pour actual sunlight into it? Do you think you're a god or something? |
Arthur smiled mockingly at Cain's comment, then raised his head.
"Zhao, is there a place nearby where I can gather the greatest amount of magical sun energy?"
Zhao Fan sat on the ground, sweaty and exhausted from training, and thought for a moment.
"Yes, but it's somewhat far from the route of our next journey."
Then he looked at him and asked,
"Why? Are you planning to go there?"
"Yes."
Arthur answered firmly.
"Draw me a map to your next destination. Once I finish my business, I'll catch up with you."
Zhao Fan smiled, then quickly drew a map, marking two locations:
The first was Arthur's destination.
The second was their next meeting point.
"Here you'll find the purest magical sun energy."
Then he pointed to another location.
"And when you're done, meet me here... in Rainflower City."
Arthur took the map and nodded calmly before setting off alone.
The place was two days away.
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After two full days, Arthur arrived at a quiet and beautiful mountain overflowing with pure energy and unusual serenity.
At the foot of the mountain stood a small village with no more than three hundred inhabitants.
But something was... wrong.
No sounds.
No movement.
No life.
Absolute silence...
the silence of a graveyard.
Arthur entered the village, searching through its alleys and houses.
But all he found was destruction:
ruined homes and traces of blood everywhere.
"It seems this village was attacked...
But was it bandits? Or was there another reason?"
Arthur exhaled heavily, unable to find any clear clues.
He continued onward until he reached the mountain's base.
"If I understood Zhao Fan correctly... I need to climb to the summit and begin gathering magical sun energy."
But it would not be simple.
Gathering sun energy required lowering all defenses completely and maintaining uninterrupted concentration.
Any interruption...
would result in energy backlash and certain death.
He was just about to begin.
But his instincts...
screamed within him.
Danger was nearby.
And it was watching him.
Arthur paused and stood still.
If Arthur began the process of gathering magical sun energy, then even if an infant approached, picked up a knife, and threw it toward him...
it would strike him without the slightest doubt.
Not because Arthur was weak—
but because the process required lowering all defenses completely and immersing oneself in gathering without interruption.
(And of course, the Dark Jin Jang Body that Arthur possessed was the toughest body imaginable, and a child's knife would cause no real harm... but this was merely an example.)
Before Arthur could finish his thoughts,
his entire body suddenly shivered.
A killing aura...
primitive, instinctive, absolute.
An aura that did not belong to a human.
"So... it was a spirit beast."
Arthur slowly turned, his eyes unwavering, and his gaze fell upon the creature that had appeared behind him.
A massive beast...
a gigantic gorilla whose body was covered in explosive muscles, possessing enormous wings that tore through the air and a long tail that slammed against the ground with terrifying weight.
"A powerful spirit beast... but..."
A calm smile appeared on Arthur's face.
The next moment, he vanished from his position.
He shot forward like an arrow, raised his black sword, and swung it with overwhelming force toward the gorilla's head.
Only a single motion was seen.
The sword sliced through the giant gorilla's neck,
and its head was severed in one clean strike.
The enormous body crashed to the ground, causing a slight tremor.
"The old Arthur...
might not have been able to win.
But after tempering my body with Zhao Fan's technique..."
He was about to continue praising himself,
but—
DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!
Angry roars exploded from every direction.
The ground shook violently, as though an entire army were charging toward his location.
Arthur's pupils contracted.
"Damn it... it's an army of those cursed Mountain Gorillas."
Mountain Gorillas...
a Level Five spirit beast that never hunted alone.
Always...
with an entire pack.
Arthur swept his gaze around.
Fifteen gorillas.
Every one of them radiating murderous rage and hatred as they surrounded him from all directions.
"Damn..."
he muttered bitterly.
"No matter where I go, problems pile up all at once."
Then he smiled faintly.
"Am I lucky... or cursed?"
At that moment, a notification appeared before his eyes:
| You have received a new mission.
Eliminate the Mountain Gorillas without fear or hesitation.
Time Limit: Thirty Minutes
Reward: 5,000 Points
Failure: Death |
The corner of Arthur's mouth rose into a cold smile.
"Oh...
Five thousand points for killing fifteen cursed beasts?"
He tightened his grip on his black sword.
"A very good reward."
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