Novel Full Chapter 678: A Devil 2
Chapter 678: A Devil 2
Chapter 678: A Devil 2
“You won’t do that…” Felicie said, reigning in her fears and forcing the words from her lips.
“What can stop me?” he replied, inching his face closer to hers, resulting in her heart beating even faster.
“Ok. Ok. I’ll translate it!” she screamed out at the last second, as Zeras halted and the air in the room resumed once more, the dark aura disappearing as if it was nothing more than an illusion.
“Then get to work already,” he said with a smirk, and with no choice, she walked to the table, her eyes looking at the words.
She soon brought out a book and a pen, and some other junk-like pages, before she quickly got to work.
“Naive,” Zeras thought to himself, moving to the bed to relax his thoughts.
“Now that I am banished from the sect, I have to plan ahead. I have condensed the Third Star Ring, but yet to fully master it. I still have the Fourth Star Ring manual with me. It should be enough for me until I face the ancient warriors of King Val…”
Zeras planned in his head. “Practicing the star manuals takes a very lengthy amount of time, and the more rings he cultivated, the more time it takes.
Even if he had the Fifth Star manual, he wouldn’t be able to cultivate it before the King Val warriors came for him. So for now, the Fourth Star manual in his possession was more than enough resources to keep growing his strength.
Also, he had the Nine Star Fists third and fourth level too. And he had yet to practice them and also the last level of the Sword Breathing art too.
Those were enough to massively improve his strength.
Still, he wouldn’t be able to cultivate at all for the next six months because his Astra core was currently sealed by the law of this realm. Meaning until he finished this mission, he wouldn’t be able to cultivate at all.
And without mana, he couldn’t practice the various battle arts too. That makes his mission here the only top priority.”
With that settled, and with nothing to do, Zeras could only close his eyes and enter into a mini-slumber.
While there were various geniuses of various universes around the inn and he wanted to know more of the universe, he was too lazy to go meet them at all, and the night wasn’t a good time to chat about things like that.
So for now, he would just enter into a mini-slumber state to pass the night. And quickly, he silently descended into a half-slumber.
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“Done!” Felicie screamed out as she threw her pen into the air, her hands picking up the small note where she translated the words, before turning to look behind her.
Her eyebrows creased as she looked at him and found him sound asleep.
“Otherworlders do sleep?” she thought to herself in slight interest and shock.
According to her notes and predictions, otherworlders are very powerful and therefore have the ability to override some things, which normal humans like her wouldn’t be able to do.
One of the easiest was sleep. So she was more than surprised to see him sleeping silently.
“I guess my prediction might deviate a little from the truth. I’ll improve when I get back,” she thought silently to herself. “Well, if I get back, that is,” she said sadly.
She had run away from home, chasing after what she had always dreamt of when she was young.
None of those who had embarked on this journey of hers had ever made it back alive. It was a fact that had been sung into her head the first day she had shown enthusiasm for it. That was why she never harbored much hope of being the first to do so.
Still, just because others failed wasn’t enough to stop her from going for it. She would stand and see with her own eyes the Tower of God and live to come back and tell the tales of it!
That was what she promised her uncle and everyone with the same dream as hers, both living and dead.
She had created an almost perfect plan, but the first step of the plan was to find an otherworlder.
An otherworlder strong enough to protect her from every harm that comes her way during the journey, as not many otherworlders ever arrived from the journey.
Not only must he be strong enough, he must also be strong enough to ensure she, an ordinary mortal, never succumbed to the danger of the mission.
In short, an otherworlder that holds the same vision as her, willing to do anything to make sure she lives and comes back safely.
Right now, her best bet was him. Someone who she had barely met for a day, and whose actions seemed to fluctuate.
At one time, he looks like a good person, and in another, he seems to resemble a devil from hell.
He was unpredictable, but perhaps a day of knowing him was too much to judge.
She needed to find a way to make him trust her, or at least owe her, with the wager being that she is allowed to follow him on the journey to the Tower of God.
But as things were currently going, that first plan of hers would be as hard as ascending to heaven.
How many otherworlders would want her to come along with them? They would only see her knowledge of the path as nothing but a tool that should be used and easily disposed of halfway through the journey, just like the fate of every mortal before.
She herself had no reason why he would be any different, but still, one could hope, and she had decided to do the same too… to hope that he will be the one that would help fulfill her seemingly na?ve and impossible dream.
The night got darker, sound fading away, and the cold on the seat bit her bones. She had only a single choice…