Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 829 - 770: Tyrant’s Paradise

Filling a soul with other consciousnesses is akin to forcibly stuffing a solid tumor into a brain. Handle with care, peel away the fragile shell, and let them drop into your own mental ocean, a tumultuous chaos of darkness. The nature of the ominous omen prevents oneself from feeling the sting of mental cleavage, but every tiny bit must be handled with caution. These pure droplets carrying phantom consciousness could capsize at any instance within the instincts of the Evil God.

[Ho~] The Ominous Giant breathes a sigh of relief, feeling the pure white mask merge into his face, becoming one entity. Using his mind as a cradle, he grants eternal life to the phantom of death within his mental network, in the form of other personalities. Waiting for actual maturity before undergoing physical division, giving the phantom a complete individual identity, this rebirth, is Lyle’s utmost ability.

Becoming even closer to his kin, the current [Lyle], is the entire tribe. Having seized the consciousness of all phantoms, his four-lock ability has reached the pinnacle.

Mental Tyrant.

Lyle’s plague ability further strengthens its penetration into targets, progressively compounding the negative state of "mental poisoning" over time, twisting and interrupting spell effects, dismantling mental barriers, thus meeting the prerequisites for mental manipulation. Like a king controlling his subjects, dominantly governing all. Due to the ominous fear power, any wise creature that peers into Lyle’s mental essence will complete all conditions for mental manipulation in the instant of "observing". Eyes are both windows to the soul and a shortcut for mental erosion.

Operating the supernaturally huge limbs, the black mire cleanses the evil itself, ascending in the malicious aura of Posuwa, spontaneously surging into the giant’s body, [Lyle] becomes a pump of malice, reclaiming the wisdom of the gods from this land.

The night descends, and mottled rust pits start to appear on the rounded moon.

[Mystery], the concept served by the Pact-Maker, the ancient order of Posuwa’s land, watches the newly born Evil God. Humane pleasure quietly resounds in the dark with the slide of chains, His layout is about to be completed.

The Sleeper is sealed, extracting wisdom from His fragments, scattering these polluted powers on the earth, guiding followers to use and refine it. The ancient power coexisting with the Sleeper certainly understands the fate of the gods. God’s fragments will be reclaimed, slumber will awaken, the coveters will be settled, and everything in the world follows rules.

The establishment, development, and destruction of Posuwa, [Mystery], the underlying force of order, meticulously plans with the blood of the mundane to cause the divine power to fall, achieving the present situation. Now, the wisdom perturbed by its own power will return to the body of the Evil God, and through these tiny fragments, a new pact will be secretly formed between itself and the Evil God.

The war between the Sleeper and the Rebel is about to ignite; regardless of the victor, they will eventually consume this malice, this pact. [Mystery] will stain the supreme deity of this planet, and sit on an equal footing, becoming, replacing, and stealing that deity’s crown.

No, when the time comes, it is the moment when this pact begins to take effect, the Master of the Planet should repay the "debt" owed to me...

[You wish]

Click—

In the night, the gears spinning excitedly suddenly jam, rust dust splatters, and moonlight scatters a shower of light dust.

[Mystery] looks down from above, a symbol of the pact, a chain linking Himself to that filthy monster, whose desiccated claws grasp the chain, its head twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, its defeated mask directly facing the moonlight. [Lyle] sneers, its surging malice passing through the holes, slithering past the corners of the mouth, its terrifying presence locking onto the concept in the air.

You should not be more sensitive than Bitri, my disguised moonlight is flawless.

[Lyle] begins to pull the chains, bit by bit, dragging down the geared moon.

[In my mental world, the moon should be blood-red, because the yellow light reminds me of Cassandra, those nights I loathe recalling. The blood moon of Andrey, that is the night color I love.]

At the other end of the chain, thick mud covers it, drip by drip, black rain falls, [Lyle]’s face enlarges under [Mystery]’s perception, their distance diminishing.

[Did you think I would ignore you? Ignore the mysterious power behind Posuwa’s demise, ignore the main culprit behind all this? You want me to replace those kings, to become your new Contractor, grafting the sins you guide.]

[Lyle] sneers strangely, malice bubbling up, covering the mask, that fierce face has long transcended the domain of anger and hatred.

[Andrey will shirk all responsibilities, let alone this false accusation. You underestimate me, underestimate my ability to shift blame.]

[Mystery]’s godliness, unable to contain its jealousy, mingles with the malice it has absorbed, climbing along the chain, like famished wolves showing greed toward the ancient power.

[I have faced many concepts, you are the most humane one, justice, high physics, other concepts behave like cold programs, but you, Mystery, you are like a living person. A concept so familiar it disgusts me. Hidden agreements, empty promises, risk transfer... By Lyle, you are truly the most ancient capital.]

The chain entangles [Mystery] and [Lyle], a powerful pact, the capital [Mystery] is unwilling to let go, yet now, it has become [Lyle]’s vulnerability in attacking himself. The Ominous Giant reaches the moon.

Evil cackles, surging malice burning on the giant’s body, He moves the mask, transforming everything underneath into a wide-open maw, taking a bite.

[A fair trade, you have to bleed first!] The ominous act indicates that he wants to be a debtor lord, crushing the [Mystery] in one bite.

The moonlight faded, and the moon-probing giant fell to the ground, sending out tremors that roared through Posuwa.

[Lyle] got up and spat out the dog chain from his mouth, one end he held himself, the other end connected to Authority. In the end, [Mystery] let go, giving up the contract with the Evil God, abandoning His arrangements in Posuwa, a small loss. With some regrets, the body of the ominous giant slowly absorbed the chains, feeling the extorted Authority.

Malice Reaping: [Mystery] studies the Authority mastered by malice, depriving every creature of all malice, forcing it into a permanently harmless servile posture. This is an ability initially beyond the control of the Evil God, capable of harming the essence of life. Now, it has become [Lyle]’s new ability, positioned in the Fifth Lock’s groove.

Five Locks, Divine Corpse.

The vessel of God, possessing the destructive and resistant power against Divine Power, twisting the world’s rules, a precondition for transcendence. Divine Power, which is the concept, this is why [Lyle] dares to challenge the concept [Mystery], as He is now the natural enemy of the concept.

Like wearing a badge, [Lyle] pinned the Authority in the skill slot of the Five Locks.

Order Force and Power of the Evil God had a strange reaction.

[Authority, Extreme and Balance

Extreme Force: As the ruler of malice, Lyle can extract all malice from the target, turning it into a defective product that likes truth, goodness, and beauty, i.e., Phantom.

Balance Force: As the manager of chaos, Lyle can neutralize the evil and good of the target, causing it to enter a chaotic form, transforming the target into God’s Kin, i.e., Intangible Son.]

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The somewhat comical voice was filled with enthusiasm, in fact, it had not been this busy in a long time, opening and closing, allowing deer, tree spirits, and birds to come and go.

"Welcome, my unknown kin, as you see, this is the old paradise! I am Wall Monster, when you’re tired from traveling the lands of Posuwa, you can come back to rest, this is where our Phantoms originally spawned, what you see now is the Red Tower where the Master of Phantoms once rested, bow or tip your hat as a salute, this is one of the few histories in Posuwa. Next, applaud yourselves, kin, as you are about to write a new Chapter for Posuwa, the Paradise of Phantoms."

Wall Monster roared, even though ten Phantoms transformed into megaphones, the kin that heard its speech were only one fifth of the total, with a large group of newly born kin waiting for the message to be passed inside the circle.

In a corner of the paradise, several Phantoms disguised as rocks looked around nervously, transforming and slowly approaching, and taking on a form similar to that of a hooded figure, staring directly, the not-so-smiling Phantom could only show respect with a glaring stare.

"Are you alright, madam?"

The sweet smile let blossoms burst forth on the Phantom’s body, she raised her finger, gently swaying it in the air.

"Not good enough. The first time facing a stranger, don’t make your goodwill so obvious. Humans are complex creatures, you must learn to not be so blatant and direct!" The girl shook her head, smiling broadly while scolding the shrinking Phantom, "Your Master hired me to teach you how humans interact, hoping that you will step out of Posuwa, this paradise protecting you, and not disappoint your Master."

The Phantom bowed its head, its body morphing into a rain cloud of despair.

"I’m sorry, Miss Rosa. I was just wondering if the teacher might feel lonely, because there are no more humans, or your kind here, they have all migrated out of the paradise, don’t you miss your family?"

Rosa continued to smile, her eyes gazing at the azure sky, sunlight falling into the leaves, a warm breeze kissing her bangs.

"We must not dwell in the past, but look forward, they will live well, and I will pursue my happiness, do you understand?"

The Phantom scratched its head.

"I don’t quite understand, Miss Rosa." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"That’s OK, we have plenty of time to learn, Phantom... Jeremiah."