The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 392 Inside The Memory Capsule

After the sumptuous feast, King Ragnar delicately removed the crimson gem from his regal crown, offering it to Damien as a token of his appreciation.

In a gesture of gratitude, Damien crafted two scrolls, one detailing an intricate movement technique and the other serving as an introduction to fundamental sword styles. He presented these scrolls to the king of the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom, who accepted them with a smile as if receiving a priceless treasure.

“Well, my friend, the hour is late,” Damien remarked. “Before I take my leave, might I inquire about the elusive Master Armament, Theodore?”

“Of course,” replied King Ragnar, his patience unwavering. “However, I regret to inform you that my knowledge of Master Theodore is limited. He is an enigmatic figure, a member of the elusive Shadow Hunter Association. Beyond the infamous weaponry we have acquired through various indirect channels, no one has glimpsed his face. His identity remains shrouded in mystery.”

“So, if I seek an audience with him, I must first locate the Shadow Hunter Association,” Damien mused aloud.

“Indeed,” King Ragnar affirmed. “But fear not, Mister Damien. As the name suggests, this organization typically extends invitations to those capable of vanquishing a Shadow Fiend. If news of your triumph today reaches their ears, they are likely to seek you out.”

“Good to know,” Damien acknowledged. “In that case, all I need to do is await their summons.” With that, he swiftly departed from the throne room.

As Damien exited the palace, he employed his Devil’s Eye Technique to scan for Ancestor Noah’s presence. Failing to detect any sign of him, he muttered, “He must have fled upon encountering the Shadow Fiend. A cowardly clone, it seems. No matter; I’ll search for him later. For now, since I’ve acquired all the necessary God Stones, it’s time to update my System.”

With a mere thought, his angelic wings sprouted from his back, and Damien soared high into the night sky, disappearing into the darkness. Flapping his wings, he left the city behind and landed atop a small mountain, its slopes covered in overgrown weeds, grasses, and eucalyptus trees.

“I see no signs of life here. It’s an ideal spot to begin the process,” Damien noted.

“All right, you may place each of the stones on your forehead one at a time,” Cynthia’s voice echoed in his mind.

Damien looked around and assumed a cross-legged position atop a pile of perfectly cuboid-shaped stone slabs. He infused a trace of his lightning-based chi into his Purple Spatial Beast’s eyeball, which now held four God Crystal stones. Although he had collected five, he kept the fifth one, as four were all his Satanic System needed for an upgrade (he had already used two of them).

After taking a deep breath and mentally preparing for any unforeseen events, Damien placed three of the red stones on his lap and brought a God Crystal stone closer, gently touching it to his forehead. Sensing something profoundly auspicious, the Unholy System within Damien’s Soul Palace reacted vigorously, generating a powerful suction force that engulfed and absorbed the God Stone. It didn’t stop there; another, even more potent suction force emanated from the system, pulling the three Red Stones from his lap.

Ding! The familiar sound of the System chimed, and a notification appeared in Damien’s mind.

[+4 God Crystal Stones Acquired!]

Ding!

[Celebrations are in order, dear Host! The System is poised for the third phase of its evolution! Say ‘cheese,’]

“And it’s getting even more amusing!” Damien exclaimed with a smile. “Cheese!”

“I concur,” Cynthia replied, beaming.

[Initiating The Third Evolution Phase!]

[0% Completed!…]

[While Updating, I Am Pleased To Bestow Another Gift Upon The Host. Kindly Refrain From Resisting!]

Suddenly, Damien found himself facing a menacing black void in his mind, pulling his Soul Consciousness toward it. In the blink of an eye, he was transported to a bewildering, four-dimensional mystical realm that defied the very fabric of his understanding. He floated amidst a vast expanse of bluish water that stretched endlessly in all directions below him, while above, thousands of floating mountains, each with varied shapes and sizes, adorned the sky. These floating landmasses seemed to exist in a state beyond the ordinary, merging seamlessly with the ethereal and transcending the confines of the physical world.

Signs of a long-forgotten civilization dotted the breathtaking landscape. Archaic pagodas and houses stood proudly on each floating mountain, bearing the marks of an ancient and enigmatic culture.

After taking in the awe-inspiring view for a few moments, Damien couldn’t help but exclaim, “Spectacular!” As he marveled at the scene, a deafening explosion captured his attention with a resounding Kaboom!

Scanning the area, he spotted a man suspended in the sky—evidently, the source of the explosion. Surrounding him were over a thousand figures clad in bright white tunics, their angelic appearance unmistakable due to the white wings adorning their backs, complemented by white halos hovering above their heads. Damien was particularly struck by the man at the center, whose eyes were identical to his own Third Vertical God Eye. He gasped, recognizing the familiar face. “He’s the one! The omnipotent being who contained the entire universe within his left eye!” Fear coursed through him as he contemplated escape, but just then, a winged woman passed through his ethereal form.

Gathering his thoughts, Damien muttered, “So, this place is some form of memory. The question is, whose memory does it belong to?” To find the answer, he resolved to closely observe the man with a pair of godlike eyes.

“Be gone, you Heretic God!” a lady wearing a silver crown shouted.

“Children, I bear no ill will. Merely tell me the whereabouts of your Head Priestess,” the man with God-Eyes requested. This was the first time Damien had encountered this strange tongue, yet he understood it perfectly.

“Over my dead body,” she responded through gritted teeth, revealing the intense loathing they harbored toward the intruder.

‘A Heretic God! Who is he, truly?’ Damien pondered. The aura emanated from each of them overwhelmed him.