Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Light flickered in Ethan’s eyes as he sought a way to escape this place, but he couldn’t find a flaw in the space to exploit.

Peggy spoke in a melodious, ethereal tone:

“I hope you can lend me the power you hold in your hand.”

“No,” Ethan immediately refused, but a sense of unease crept in as Peggy turned her gaze towards him. “I don’t understand why you’re so bent on fighting them. With your strength, escaping shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Peggy’s expression turned slightly melancholic, and she sighed:

“I must remain here for a while longer; there are things I need to mend. Only by borrowing the power in your hands can I turn defeat into victory.”

Ethan felt an immense discomfort. 

The power within the golden skull emblem in his palm was his trump card.

Even unused, just having it in his palm held a significant deterrent effect on some powerful beings.

The Thousand-Faced Demon Spider was one such example. 

Upon seeing the golden skull emblem, it was compelled to negotiate peace.

Although Luther was sacrificed, Ethan managed to walk out of the divine crystal mining mountain unscathed.

Such was the power of the golden skull emblem.

Those who had cultivated to the deity realm, or were on the brink of it, were no fools.

None would willingly let their lifelong efforts be destroyed by Ethan.

Ethan dared to say that as long as he had the golden skull emblem, Julius and his companions wouldn’t dare do anything to him.

But without the emblem, the situation could be very different.

Ethan’s mind raced, trying to pinpoint a weakness in the space around him.

Peggy wasn’t in her full form; there might still be a chance.

“Of course, I wouldn’t ask to borrow your power for nothing,” Peggy said, and though she had no discernible expression, Ethan felt as if she was smiling. “You can make a request for anything you desire in return.”

Ethan’s eyes flickered with thought. This was perhaps the best outcome he could hope for.

Peggy, with her formidable strength, had effortlessly dragged him into this space.

She must also possess the capability to strip the power from Ethan’s hands.

Therefore, the best solution now was to trade the golden skull emblem for something more valuable.

“Can you give me Primordial Light?” Ethan asked tentatively.

Peggy paused, then shook her head slightly: “Do you even know what Primordial Light is?”

Of course, Ethan didn’t know, but he clearly heard Peggy mention that after an arduous and lengthy period, she only had three strands of Primordial Light.

This indicated that ‘Primordial Light’ must be an item of utmost importance.

Ethan responded coolly, “You said earlier that any condition could be proposed.”

Peggy moved gracefully through the garden, her long legs carrying her with ease:

lightsnοvεl “I can give you Primordial Light, but you currently have no way to use it, and it might even harm you.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes, puzzled: “What exactly is Primordial Light?”

“Have you heard of ‘Primordial’?”

“Of course.”

“In that case, you should know that Primordial refers to the earliest of things, or it can be described as an indescribable deity. Primordial Light is the radiance emitted by such an entity. During the era of Elder Deities, they speculated that the first deities emerged from the nurturing of Primordial Light.”

Elder Deity…Primordial Light linked to the Elder Deities? How could such an ancient entity be present within Peggy, an Ancient Deity?

“I know what you’re thinking. This is also the tragedy of us Ancient Deities, as well as for Julius and others. We understand that Primordial Light has more formidable and deeper functions, but no matter what, we cannot fully harness it, only able to use it superficially.”

“What do Julius and his group want with Primordial Light?”

“To become deities! Primordial Light is a necessary condition for becoming a deity.”

“Boom—“

Peggy’s words dropped like a bomb in Ethan’s mind.

Primordial Light, a necessary condition for becoming a deity? 

And this was just a superficial use of it. 

What if Primordial Light was thoroughly studied? What then?

Peggy observed Ethan’s stunned expression, a curious look appearing in her eyes.

It seemed Ethan shouldn’t be so shocked.

“You possess such a treasure, yet Julius and his group still seek to kill you?”

“It’s their greed for my power of rules. Greed is a fundamental human trait,” Peggy said, not mincing words.

Ethan awkwardly touched his nose, thinking to himself:

“Aren’t you also quite greedy? Don’t you also want my power?”

Knowing now the role of Primordial Light, albeit only superficially, Ethan lost interest in it.

As Peggy said, Primordial Light was meant for advancing to the deity realm. For Ethan, at his current level, there was no need to hold it.

If someone at his level had even a trace of Primordial Light, wouldn’t the more powerful beings turn green with envy?

Who knew what could happen then?

Ethan could only shrug helplessly and say:

“What would you do to me if I refuse?”

“I would forcibly strip you of your power and then give you the Primordial Light.”

“That’s coercion!”

“Indeed, I am stronger than you.”

Ethan was amused and exasperated by Peggy’s frankness: “What if I awaken the power of the golden skull emblem?”

“I would burn a strand of Primordial Light to counter it. You would die, and I would be deprived of my power of rules, falling into a slumber, perhaps never to wake again.”

Ethan’s lips quivered, finding no words to reply.

Peggy was no goddess, but rather a rogue, determined to drag him into her chariot of war.

Ethan weighed his options. Though he might lose the golden skull emblem, he would gain a strand of Primordial Light in return.

Logically, this trade could elevate his potential.

After all, the golden skull emblem had no room for enhancement, serving only as a one-time-use artifact.

Whereas with Primordial Light, if Ethan, by some stroke of luck, uncovered its additional uses, he could reap enormous benefits.

But if even Ancient Deities couldn’t decipher it, what were Ethan’s chances?

However, Ethan had plenty of aces up his sleeve and didn’t particularly need the golden skull emblem.

With this in mind, Ethan said indifferently:

“Then let’s make the trade.”

A smile appeared on Peggy’s face, her voice light and warm:

“Ethan, you will thank yourself for this decision. And I will always remember you.”

As she spoke, the space around them began to crumble.

Ethan found himself back beside the Mother-Child Wraith Tree.

Looking up, the sky had dramatically changed.

A deep crimson now painted the heavens, and a pungent scent of blood assaulted Ethan’s nostrils.

Peggy, or perhaps Julius and his companions, had already spilled blood, the battle reaching a fever pitch.

At that moment, the golden skull emblem in Ethan’s hand became scalding hot, emitting a terrifying golden light.

Without warning, his body began to levitate.

He then rapidly approached the spot where Julius and his allies were.

Ethan’s mouth hung open in disbelief, his eyes nearly popping out.

Peggy hadn’t mentioned this method of utilizing the power of the golden skull emblem!

Julius was taken aback, looking at Ethan with a cold smirk:

“You, boy, disrupted our plan, and I haven’t even come after you yet. Now you’re willingly joining the fray. Is Peggy your woman?”

Ethan tried to speak, but his words vanished into thin air as soon as they left his mouth.

Julius, observing Ethan’s mouth opening and closing, mistook it for mockery.

“You really are audacious!”

His palm glowed faintly, a primitive rune appearing on it.

There was no visual manifestation, yet Ethan felt as though he was facing a colossal giant.

The giant raised its hand, casting a shadow over the sky as it moved to strike Ethan.

Suddenly, the golden skull emblem detached from Ethan’s palm.

Behind him, a massive golden skull slowly materialized.

The golden skull, facing Julius and his companions, hurtled towards them with ferocious speed.

It carried an immense force, instantly forcing them into defensive stances.

But this was a strike from a Supreme Deity, before which even deities would shatter to dust.

Julius’ eyes widened in disbelief, almost splitting at the corners:

“What kind of power is this?”

As he bellowed, he twisted the silver bracelet on his wrist, which erupted with a powerful aura, like a primordial beast awakening.

He roared, “Power!!!”

A gigantic deity’s phantom emerged behind him.

The other man and woman did the same, their bodies bursting with powerful auras, their robes shining like miniature suns.

The phantoms of the three deities collided with the massive golden skull in the void.

The energy wave made the entire sky tremble, clouds frantically cascading down, creating a spectacular scene.

All three, Julius and his companions, spat out blood simultaneously, the bracelet on his wrist shattering into pieces.

The robes on the other two disintegrated into ashes, leaving them bare.

Clutching their chests, their eyes filled with disbelief.