I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 67: The Broker of Souls

The Broker of the Between hovered inches above the floating black rock of the Umbral Plane.

The entity was completely terrified. It had tried to extort a toll from a mortal, only to realize the mortal was flanked by a Fallen Valkyrie who spoke the Old Tongue of the Abyss.

"The Restricted Stock, Lord of Obsidian," the Broker whispered. "It is... highly irregular. It requires massive, concentrated death energy to purchase. Standard human gold or raw mana crystals hold no value here in the dark."

"I am aware of your currency," Lucifer stated coldly.

In his past life, the Umbral Plane was governed by a brutal, secondary economy. The system did not use gold coins here.

It used Soul Tithes. It was the condensed, ambient death magic harvested directly from slain enemies. It was the very same energy Lucifer’s Carnage Core gorged on to trigger its True Damage state.

"I have accumulated a significant balance," Lucifer said smoothly.

He didn’t draw his sword, but he rested his heavy iron gauntlet on the ruby-red hilt. The Carnage Core pulsed violently at his hip, sensing the dense Void magic of the dimension.

He opened his system interface.

[Currency Status: Soul Tithes]

[Balance: 1,500,000 (Harvested from Scourgelands / Deep Gnomes / Iron-Heart Vanguard)]

It was a staggering amount. A normal Awakened mercenary might collect ten Soul Tithes after surviving a brutal dungeon raid. Lucifer had massacred armies.

"Show me," Lucifer commanded.

The Broker did not hesitate. It raised its top two skeletal hands.

The space between Lucifer and the entity rippled, tearing open a small, localized dimensional pocket.

A holographic projection materialized in the dense, gray air of the Umbra. It was a shifting, translucent menu of high-tier items, bathed in a sickly purple light.

[Merchant Interface: The Broker of the Between]

[Access Level: Restricted (Overridden by Intimidation)]

Lucifer’s void eyes scanned the list.

There were dark amulets that let the user briefly pass through solid objects. There were huge, jagged armor sets made from the bones of abyssal sea monsters.

But Lucifer was not looking for standard gear. He had Arcane Sentinel Titans and Aether-Steel Dragoons for brute force. He had thousandsGlacial Wyrms for heavy artillery.

He needed pure utility units that could work perfectly in the complete darkness and sensory deprivation of the Umbral Plane.

His eyes stopped on a specific item listed near the bottom of the projection.

[Item: Grimoire of Shadows]

[Tier: Epic Consumable]

[Cost: 50,000 Soul Tithes]

[Description: A summoning text bound in dark matter. Permanently conjures one Void-Stalker Phantom.]

"The Grimoire," Lucifer said. He pointed his iron gauntlet at the hovering projection. "I am purchasing it."

The Broker’s porcelain mask shifted, the black runes forming a wide, greedy smile despite its terror.

"An excellent choice, Sovereign," the Broker hissed eagerly. "The Void-Stalkers are perfect assassins. They possess no physical mass.

"They can’t be seen by mortal eyes or magical detection. They exist only to cut down your enemies."

"I don’t need a sales pitch," Lucifer interrupted coldly. "Process the transaction."

"Of course! Immediately!"

The Broker swiped one of its lower skeletal hands through the air. The holographic menu flashed, deducting fifty thousand Soul Tithes from Lucifer’s system balance.

[Transaction Complete. -50,000 Soul Tithes.]

A heavy, leather-bound book appeared from the purple distortion. Its cover was completely black, swallowing all light around it.

It had no visible pages, it felt like a solid block of compressed gravity. The Broker caught it carefully with its upper hands and floated closer, offering it to Lucifer with cautious movement.

Lucifer took the Grimoire.

"You only bought one assassin," Elara said, her golden eyes tracking the exchange. The Fallen Valkyrie stayed tense, positioning herself between Lucifer and the swirling portal back to the Citadel.

"One phantom is deadly, but it won’t change the course of a war across dimensions."

"I didn’t purchase a single phantom," Lucifer corrected her.

He did not open the book. He held it out in front of him, his Warlord aura flaring.

"System," Lucifer commanded.

The air around him warped, bending the thick, gray fog of the Umbra.

[Target Acquired: Grimoire of Shadows (Epic Consumable)]

"Apply the Apex Multiplier to the item’s core structural integrity," Lucifer roared, his voice echoing over the floating black rocks. "I am not multiplying the summons. I am multiplying the source."

[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]

[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Item Blueprint Data...]

[Warning: Consumable Item Overloaded. Initiating Structural Metamorphosis.]

The heavy black book in Lucifer’s hand exploded.

It did not blast outward like a bomb. It rapidly expanded, violently devouring the dense Void magic of the Umbral Plane to fuel its own physical growth. The black leather shattered into thousands of massive, jagged obsidian bricks. The pages turned into thick, pulsing columns of purple energy.

Lucifer dropped the expanding mass of magic onto the floating rock in front of him and took a quick step backward.

The structure assembled itself in a matter of seconds.

It was no longer a book. It was a massive, three-story building constructed entirely of perfectly smooth, light-absorbing black stone. Thick, purple runes glowed furiously along the foundation. There were no windows, and no visible doors. It looked like a monolithic tomb.

[System: Item Metamorphosis Complete.]

[New Structure Acquired: Sanctum of the Void (Legendary Building).]

[Function: Automated Phantom Spawning Facility.]

[Status: Online. Maximum Capacity: 4,000 Units.]

The Broker of the Between shrieked.

The entity scrambled backward in the air, its four skeletal arms flailing wildly. It stared at the towering black building that had just materialized out of a single book.

"Impossible!" the Broker wailed, its thousand voices perfectly synchronized in absolute disbelief. "You... you altered the physical laws of the trade! You turned a consumable into a permanent generator!"

"I am a Warlord," Lucifer stated coldly, turning his back on the terrified merchant. "I don’t rent troops. I manufacture them."

He walked up to the smooth, windowless wall of the newly formed Sanctum. He placed his bare iron gauntlet against the black stone. He did not need a door to enter. He was the master of the facility.

He channeled his Archmage-level mana into the structure.

"Awaken," Lucifer commanded.

The Sanctum of the Void hummed. It was a deep, resonant vibration that physically shook the floating rock beneath their boots.

A massive, seamless archway appeared in the center of the black stone wall. It wasn’t a physical door opening; it was a spatial rift tearing directly into the facility’s spawning chambers.

Thick, freezing gray mist poured out of the archway.

And then, they emerged.

The Void-Stalker Phantoms did not march. They drifted.

They were human-sized, but they had no discernable features. They were composed entirely of dense, swirling black smoke, barely holding a cohesive shape. They wore tattered, spectral hoods that completely obscured what would be their faces. They did not carry physical weapons. Their arms ended in long, jagged blades of pure, localized spatial distortion.

They made absolutely no sound. Their movements did not displace the air. They were true, literal shadows.

[System: Units Spawned - Void-Stalker Phantoms (Level 40 - Elite Assassins)]

[Quantity: 4,000]

[Traits: Absolute Invisibility, Intangible to Physical Damage, Spatial Severing.]

Four thousand Phantoms drifted out of the Sanctum. They fanned out across the jagged, floating island of rock, filling the space around Lucifer and Elara.

Elara lowered her silver shield slightly. The Fallen Valkyrie looked at the massive army of ghosts surrounding them. Even with her celestial sight, she struggled to track their exact movements. They blended perfectly with the dense, gray fog of the Umbral Plane.

"They are imperceptible," Elara noted, her voice hushed. "The Royal Army’s scrying mages will not detect them. The undead swarms will not smell them. They are the perfect vanguard for a dimension of darkness."

"They are my eyes," Lucifer agreed smoothly.

He didn’t address the Phantoms out loud. They were bound directly to his Void Arcanist core. He issued a command through sheer, concentrated mental authority.

Disperse.

The four thousand Void-Stalker Phantoms vanished instantly.

They didn’t teleport. They simply activated their absolute invisibility. The entire army of elite assassins melted seamlessly into the surrounding fog and darkness of the Umbral Plane. They shot outward in every direction, moving silently across the massive, floating chunks of ruined architecture scattered across the dimension.

Lucifer immediately felt a massive influx of tactical data flood into his mind.

His system interface lit up with a sprawling, detailed map of the immediate planar region.

The Phantoms were scouting the territory at breakneck speed, pinging locations of hostile Void Beast nests, hidden resource nodes, and massive, unmapped ruins.

He had essentially deployed four thousand invisible, heavily armed drones across an entire dimension.

"The perimeter is mapped," Lucifer announced, his void eyes tracking the incoming data streams. "The immediate area is clear of high-tier threats. We have a secure beachhead."

He turned back to the terrified Broker of the Between.

The multidimensional merchant was still hovering nervously, staring at the Warlord with an expression of pure, unadulterated awe mixed with greed.

Lucifer had just proved he possessed a level of reality-bending power the Broker had never witnessed in a mortal.

"You are satisfied with your purchase, Sovereign?" the Broker asked, its voices dropping to an oily, sycophantic whisper.

"It serves its purpose," Lucifer replied coldly.

He looked back at the holographic projection of the Restricted Stock.

He still had 1,450,000 Soul Tithes in his balance. The acquisition of the Phantom facility had barely dented his war chest. He needed a specific, ultimate upgrade before he committed his entire mortal army to the Umbral Plane.

His eyes stopped at the very top of the merchant’s list.

[Item: The Armor of Twilight (Void-Weave Mythic Set)]

[Tier: Mythic Gear]

[Cost: 5,000,000,000,000 Soul Tithes (5 Trillion)]

Lucifer stared at the price tag. Five trillion Soul Tithes. It was an amount of death energy that would require slaughtering entire continents for a century to accumulate.

It was designed by the system to be an utterly unreachable, impossible goal for a single player.

The Warlord smirked.

"You are admiring the Void-Weave, my Lord," the Broker whispered, noting Lucifer’s focus. "It is the pinnacle of the Restricted Stock. Forged from the fabric of a dying universe. It grants the wearer absolute mastery over space and time. But alas... the cost is... astronomical."

"The cost is a number," Lucifer corrected the entity smoothly.

He didn’t have five trillion Tithes. Not yet. But he was about to unleash an army of Titans, Dragoons, and Dragons into a dimension overflowing with high-level hostile entities.

"I am locking that item," Lucifer commanded, pointing his iron gauntlet at the projection. "You will hold the Void-Weave set for me.

If you sell it to another planar traveler, I will find you, and I will feed you to my sword."

The Broker shivered violently. The threat of True Damage was unmistakable.

"It is locked, Sovereign!" the Broker agreed frantically, swiping its hands to mark the item as reserved. "No other entity shall look upon it! I swear by the dark!"

"Good," Lucifer said.

He intended to buy that armor. He intended to gift it to Elara. The Fallen Valkyrie had shielded him during his agonizing Void integration.

But right now, he needed to solidify his dominance over the human kingdoms before the Umbral invasion fully triggered across the continent.

Lucifer turned his back on the Broker.

"Elara," Lucifer ordered. "We are returning to the Citadel."

He walked toward the massive, swirling purple portal he had stabilized with the Key of Shadows. The beachhead was secure. His invisible scouts were deployed.

"We have a war council to crash in the capital," Lucifer stated coldly, his eyes fixed on the portal.

"The King is going to need a Supreme Commander for this disaster. And I am going to make sure he pays for the privilege."