Novel Full Chapter 1938: Cap 1934: The perfect coin~...
Chapter 1938: Cap 1934: The perfect coin~…
Pov Callidora:
I was sitting on top of a ruined building, floating while below was a vast city from which endless screams could be heard. Demons of all kinds flew through the sky while above the clouds, tentacles and teeth shattered the space as they absorbed the power of Reality.
“Do you really want to do this?” (Ohara)
“Normally I wouldn’t intervene, but Hatred dared to use my power for this; I can’t forgive him.” (Me)
“Unfortunately, my daughter is in her rebellious phase, and punishing her would be counterproductive.” (Me)
“Did you bring me here for this reason?” (Ohara)
“Do you want my help convincing your daughter?” (Ohara)
I look away from the rivers of blood forming in the streets of the ruined city. Behind me stood an Elf, strong and bold enough to speak like that in front of me. Looking at her, I wanted to corrupt her trust, but I dismissed that urge, knowing it wouldn’t happen. Of all the Avatars Pride has ever had, Ohara is the only one who has never been tainted by my corruption. Her mind and will are truly strange to behold.
“I can care for my daughter; what I truly want is something in your possession, something of mine.” (Me)
“You want the Pen of Elysium…” (Ohara)
“Yes, and you will hand it over to me.” (Me)
I stand up. All the Demons in this universe look toward my image. My words and presence focus on the main Avatar of Pride with finality. I am not negotiating here or asking for anything; this is a demand that will be met.
As expected, Ohara’s aura changes as her eyes glow gold, her posture becoming the height of arrogance as she sits in midair with her legs elegantly crossed.
“You dare demand something of my Avatar?” (Pride)
“Hand me the Pen of Elysium, don’t make things difficult for both of us, Pride.” (Me)
“Do you think I wouldn’t dare fight you here and now?” (Pride)
“I’m sure you won’t fight, because your Avatar doesn’t want to lose her adorable fourth son in my possession.” (Me)
“Not to mention you have no use for this Artifact.” (Me)
My words seem to have no effect, so clearly Pride is pushing her Avatar’s consciousness away. It seems this is the moment, and she also realizes what this is all about.
“Hell, why go to all this trouble to hide your intentions?” (Pride)
“The less they know, the better.” (Me)
“So there’s been some movement, how much time do we have?” (Pride)
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m rushing things. Life and Death are too slow, the System is too rigid with its rules, and Reincarnation is staying out of it. They’re all useless!” (Me)
“Is that why you used your most precious possession to force the Chaos Bringer?” (Pride)
“I can care for my daughter as I see fit, now hand me the Pen of Elysium.” (Me)
“I don’t have time to waste, and I won’t free her son’s Soul.” (Me)
“You can’t free him. Unlike Ohara, I know he’s trying to become a Demon of his own free will and made a bet with you.” (Pride)
“I imagine part of this deal is to remain unknown to your family, making them suffer for your Soul being in Hell until the wager is completed.” (Pride)
“I see. He warned you before he was killed, I should have known.” (Me)
The 4th son of Ohara is fighting day and night amidst endless armies of Demons amidst endless slaughter. I made a bet with him about whether or not he would be corrupted into becoming a Demon. Because of this promise, I will not release your Soul until the wager is completed.
“Even so, it still doesn’t change anything. I won’t hand over the Artifact.” (Pride)
“You won’t fight me either, not in this current situation.” (Pride)
“You haven’t even stabilized your relationship with the Chaos Bringer and his daughter yet, let alone what’s about to happen.” (Pride)
“…” (me)
It seems no amount of intimidation will work. It’s also not worth fighting Pride like you said, so the only thing left is to negotiate.
“What do you want?” (me)
“Nothing. Helping you would be the same as going against the Chaos Bringer. Even if he’s weak now, just wait a few thousand years for him to change. Your blackmail will lose its effect, and you know it.” (Pride)
“Don’t push the limits, Pride!” (me)
“I can always throw caution to the wind if you lose your temper!” (Me)
I need that Artifact, I need the set in my daughter’s hands. What was a failure in the past can now be accomplished. With the Infernal Path and the two Artifacts forming the set, my daughter will be able to control a true Infernal Cycle, a true and complete Infernal Entity, a whole new branch of my Concept.
I need this. I didn’t realize it was possible until now; I only realized the possibility when Hatred touched the Infernal Grimoire.
“You’ve lost yourself in your ambition like in the old days, Inferno.” (Pride)
“You’ve forgotten that your ambition no longer depends on you.” (Pride)
“I’ll hand this Origin Artifact to Zenos, then I’ll just sit back and watch as he uses his power to transform it into something different.” (Pride)
“PRIDE!!!” (me)
The heavens shatter into nothingness, red flames burn the stars, entire planets of this universe are destroyed by tentacles, and all Souls are pressed together.
My murderous intent covers this entire universe, which I was already digesting.
“You know I won’t run from a fight, so calm down while we’re still talking.” (Pride)
“Hand over the Artifact.” (me)
“Let’s make a deal. I’ll hand over the Artifact, but you’ll have to give me the chains of damnation as well as a Seal of Infernal Imprisonment.” (Pride)
“I agree, but only if you hand me over now.” (me)
In the sky, amidst the flames and teeth devouring this entire universe, billions of eyes open, all turned toward me; they are my eyes staring at Pride.
We both shook hands, a deal was struck, and there was no need for System intervention or anything else, since I don’t lie, just as Pride sees himself above lying.
I passed everything to her; any price was acceptable to not lose this opportunity. The hardest part isn’t getting the Origin Artifacts from the set, but convincing my daughter of her position to use them.
All eyes in the sky closed as the Pen of Elysium sank into my hand, disappearing. Dozens of hands soon tore through space, forming a portal leading out of this universe.
“Expelling me?” (Pride)
“My conversation with you ruined my meal. I wanted to savor this universe, but now I just want to finish this before dealing with my daughter.” (Me)
“Remember, you can force your daughter and the Bringer of Chaos now, but that’s just holding a sword to your head thousands of years from now.” (Pride)
“I, your Callidora, am temptation in its absolute form. There is no one in existence as good as me at satisfying others in every way.” (Me)
“Then I won’t bother you anymore, good luck.” (Pride)
I see Pride leave this space before an eye appears in its place. I didn’t expect her to be so attentive to my movements. She noticed my violent reaction and found the source very quickly.
“Child~… you shouldn’t spy on adults~…” (me)
“…” (Niryna)
My eye closes, and I feel her closing the channel she has with me. She knows I’ll come to her now, but she doesn’t even bother to speak to me; her childishness is cute.
“You can’t run away from me, Child~… ever~~…” (me)
But the real problem isn’t her. As stubborn as she is, her selfishness and greed are easy to use against her. The real problem lies with Zenos.
Even promising Universes, Divinities, rare Essences, Ancient Souls, Lost Bloodlines, Forbidden Knowledge, or even Origin Artifacts would be useless. The value of all of these, in his eyes, is beneath that of his family. Even though he’s managed to appease his revenge against me for now, it’s only increased his resentment against me.
I’ve managed to buy time; the only remaining question is figuring out how to buy his forgiveness. Dealing with people like him is always difficult because of his distorted morals.
“If family is what matters most to him, then just give him that…” (me)
“Family… that will be the currency to buy the pacification of his grudge against me.” (me)
Snap
I snap my fingers, and three Demons appear along with the remains of a Soul inside a yellow crystal coffin.
“The Existential Spark is intact, but the Soul was severely damaged during its time in my domain.” (me)
“It seems the Demonic contamination has reached 99%, yet it maintains a humanoid form through sheer force of Will. It would be good material for an Asura. Its consciousness is also intact.” (me)
I touch the coffin and examine the Soul. I hadn’t thought to delve so deeply into its past, but after seeing its stubbornness, I felt compelled to seek out possibilities.
“I wanted to use her next time to get something from him, but completely losing my relationship with him now would be detrimental.” (me)
“I’ll need to convince him, or he won’t accept the deal, so let’s sweeten this up a bit.” (me)
“< Come >” (me)
From the sky, a column of Soul flames forms as something falls into my hands. It’s a horn covered in Infernal Runes containing traces of Demonic Concept.
“With this, I can gain something from this transaction while also appeasing his grudge against me.” (me)
I throw the Horn, which sinks into the coffin, merging with the Soul. I wanted to wake her, but I couldn’t. Not even the missing parts of her Soul recover. That’s when I realized she was preventing the recovery, and she fell into a trance.
“Regret and guilt, so ridiculous~…” (me)
“Well, never mind, that doesn’t change her value much~~…” (me)