Lucius arrived at the location, which resembled a cave adorned with stalactites and stalactites at its top and bottom. The spiky rocks glowed an eerie green, adding to the haunted atmosphere of the place. "I feel it, the fragment is really here," Lucius muttered to himself. He was trying to recall how the future King of the Dead had used the power of the fragment to raise a terrifying corpse army. "You said you could retrieve it, right? Do it," ordered the woman. Lucius immediately began to move forward, each step measured and careful, as if afraid of treading on something dangerous. When Lucius reached the center where the energy was pulsating, he bent down and began to dig. His movements were quick, like an animal, which caused the robed figure watching him to occasionally chuckle. "He seems to really know the location of that thing," one of them remarked. Beneath Lucius was a dirt floor littered with human skulls, indicating it as the dumping ground for the victims of their ri

"So, why are you looking at me like that?" Lucius asked, seeing hope in the girl's eyes. "You humans still don't understand my precarious situation, do you?" the girl retorted, looking annoyed. Even so, she couldn't kill Lucius now that he had the system fragment they had been waiting for. "That's your problem, not mine." "But we fought a life and death battle together, didn't we?" "We? I think the angel's defeat was due to the skull army I summoned. Otherwise, the universe's will couldn't have weakened it." "Come on, I don't want to end up like them." The girl, once fierce, seemed to be softening. "How many humans have you killed?" Lucius asked, to which the girl promptly replied, "About two hundred people." "Two hundred?" Lucius stared sharply, his body unable to move much due to the drain of energy. She had previously asked him to exhaust himself to the point of fainting. Fortunately, it seemed that the universe's will had considered the destruction of the skull army quicker

"Hmm, what are you guys doing here?" the man with strange bangs approached, ensuring his men surrounded the two mysterious figures with their hands raised. "We're just on a date," Lucius retorted, tugging on the arm of the girl beside him. She gave a soft, surprised sound. "On a date? In an ancient tomb like this?" he asked, stroking his strange bangs, seemingly deriving pleasure from the act. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He pulled a small dagger from his waist, boldly pressing it against Lucius's forehead. "As I suspected, he's no different from his younger self. Such a coward," Lucius thought to himself. "Brother, don't you recognize me?" Lucius asked. The man immediately stopped playing with his dagger and took a step back. "A friend? You recognize me?" His voice carried a hint of surprise. "I knew it, he really is a coward," Lucius mumbled inwardly. "Corporal Tiras, do you not recognize me anymore?" Lucius's tone was frosty, suggesting his importance. "You recognize me?" His

"Sir, I don't know anything about this," the man with bushy bangs covering his face declared, looking terrified. Being summoned to the President's office was especially intimidating. "I don't need your excuses. Just explain about the two people you saw leaving that place," the President demanded. "Sir, they claimed to be General Nefion's right-hand men." "And you believe it?" The President's voice was chilling, demonstrating a lack of concern for the corporal's wellbeing. Meanwhile, Corporal Tiras seemed to be trembling violently, especially when he glanced at the strange entity in the room, a figure clad in ancient clothes with four terrifying eyes, unlike anything he'd seen before. "What are his characteristics?" "He is young, Mr President. Still a teenager." "A teenager? And you believe that he is General Nefion's right-hand man?" "Mr President, I'm afraid that the teenager is the fugitive who caused trouble in the secret prison. He is also rumoured to have killed General

"Miss Celestial Messenger, I apologize for my son's actions." "There is no need to apologize to the village chief. I heard that he doesn't believe in the existence of Gods. Is that so, young man?" she walked over and lifted her cloak, revealing long fingers with nails colored jet black. "I do believe in the existence of Gods, but not in the way that you suggest," the teenager tried to stand, but his legs suddenly felt heavy as if they were being grasped by those mysterious hands. "You know, boy, you have no right to trivialize the existence of gods." "Smack!" She slapped the boy's cheek, making him immediately fall down, followed by a change in expression from the village chief who led the ritual. "Miss Heavenly Messenger, please... please forgive my son," he pleaded, prostrating himself for forgiveness while the teenager was grimacing, wiping the fresh blood flowing from his nose. "Father, don't be foolish. She's not a heavenly messenger! She's just a twisted witch!" "Gross,