This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 115 - 108 The Third Legendary Promotion

Chapter 115: Chapter 108: The Third Legendary Promotion

Chapter 115 -108: The Third Legendary Promotion

Once, a mighty power was laid before Amberser, but he didn’t cherish it. Like a scoundrel, he took the benefits and ran.

With a single lash, Rowetta whipped Amberser back into a state of ascending to Legendary status.

His soul merged with the world, searching for his own pearl within the vast ocean of laws.

This time, the blood-stained pearl emerged on its own, forcibly stuffed into Amberser’s hand, leaving him no choice.

Now, the scoundrel fate forcefully returned, as if brandishing a court order that proclaimed “divorce not permitted unless feelings have completely broken,” triumphantly coming back with a brawny brother-in-law in tow, ready to settle accounts with the scoundrel Amberser.

Immense power converged upon Amberser’s soul, and memories that had begun to fade were dredged up like old grievances in a lovers’ quarrel, each piece of the past he wished to forget so vivid and bloody, causing Amberser to feel an old pain.

The feeling of breaking up and being forced back together was just that cruel.

New Legendary Grace began to form, and Amberser’s soul returned to his body.

It was still the secret vault from before, but the blood-red luminescence on the Divine Idol had faded significantly. Duke Peel and his daughter were kneeling before the Divine Idol, frantically whipping themselves, seemingly realizing the idol’s glow was dimming and fearing they had done something wrong to incur the deity’s wrath.

They were unaware that Rowetta had used these centuries of accumulated Power of Faith for a cruel joke on Amberser.

With an expressionless face, Amberser stared at the Divine Idol, Rowetta’s apparition still lingering above it, watching Amberser with a playful look in her eyes.

Having received the new Legendary Grace, Amberser now understood Rowetta’s plan.

This was a very powerful, absolutely preposterous Legendary Grace—Destiny Weaving.

Amberser could use this ability to create a future for any target. But due to the influence of Rowetta’s divine power, any future woven would be filled with endless pain, both physical torture and mental breakdown were achievable.

Thus, this Legendary Grace should actually be called—Painful Destiny Weaving.

As long as Amberser used this power, he would be spreading pain in the world, effectively working for Rowetta.

It seemed there was nothing wrong with it because it just needed to be used on enemies, but Amberser would rather sell this Legendary Grace for the price of a Gold Coin.

The power of the School of Prophecy had supported Amberser through many years of adventure, helping him survive crisis after crisis. But the more he used this power, the tighter the threads of fate wrapped around him.

By borrowing the power of fate, he would eventually become a slave to it.

If you believe in fate, you lose the power to change it.

When you know what your next meal is, its taste is halved, when you know the ending of a game, its fun is reduced by half.

Foreknowledge of fate constantly erodes willpower and weakens the ability to think independently, turning life into a detective novel whose ending has been spoiled, making it dull and tasteless.

Such an existence was torment for Amberser.

If it were just a century or two, the feeling of being spoiled could be quite pleasant, and playing the prophet now and then could seem a novel experience.

But as time stretched on endlessly, in the third century of his life, Amberser found himself becoming numb.

When everything is predetermined, the harder one tries, the more they resemble a clown.

There was a time when Amberser watched a friend, foretold by prophecy, die an untimely death, doing nothing as he witnessed the event.

Before dying, his friend asked Amberser if he would have gone all out to save him had he not known the future in advance?

At the time, Amberser didn’t answer; he didn’t even know why he was numb enough to do nothing.

Perhaps it was due to many attempts in the past that ended just as prophesied. The net of fate drew ever tighter, trapping Amberser’s soul in a thick cocoon.

It was the death of this friend that made Amberser aware of his numbness.

To live like this was almost no different from being dead. Perhaps this was also the reason why the School of Prophecy gradually vanished; all the mages on this path eventually became emotionless stones.

Therefore, Amberser began to detest the power of the School of Prophecy from the bottom of his heart. He knew he couldn’t escape the webs of fate, but he could choose not to look. He closed his eyes, refused to see the future, and strived to live in the present.

This actually added some color to Amberser’s life, and after many years, he broke through to become Legendary, finally parting ways with fate.

Though he no longer had the power to foresee the future, Amberser’s life was quite miserable, but this allowed him to truly feel alive. What harm would a little poverty do? If he really couldn’t survive, he could always transform into a Lich.

To abandon some worldly desires was far better than forsaking one’s entire life.

So, during his last ascension, Amberser resolutely rejected the resurgence of the power of prophecy, ready to walk the road of wealth into the dark.

Who would have thought, all of this would be ruined by Rowetta.

Amberser now wished nothing more than to strip her bare and stuff her into a goblin camp.

At the moment of his third ascension, Amberser saw those future visions again, frame by frame, his infinitely extending future condensed into a few simple choices.

Amberser stared at the illusory image of Rowetta above the Divine Idol, swearing with his own soul.

“Rowetta, I will shatter your Divine Nature and cast you down to the mortal realms!”

As if understanding Amberser’s thoughts, the illusion of Rowetta first showed a surprised expression, then burst into mad laughter, “Declaring war against a Deity, has your intelligence been scattered by the Legendary Power? What a foolish statement, what right do you have to speak such words?”

“Rowetta, now you are a Deity, and I am a mortal. But might I be the only mortal in the world who possesses three kinds of Legendary Grace, is it so difficult to become a Deity?” Amberser’s tone was filled with certainty, a confidence that came from the School of Prophecy.

Rowetta spoke disdainfully, “There are plenty of Deities around. Even if you become a Deity, so what? Could you possibly weave a destiny that turns me into a mortal?”

All crazed Deities are not weak, regardless of the number of their followers, they all have some special abilities, because the really weak crazed ones have already been killed.

Even if Amberser ascended to Deity, Rowetta doubted it would pose any problem; there were many Deities wishing to kill her, one more wouldn’t make a difference, one less wouldn’t matter.

Amberser, however, smiled and said, “Rowetta, you know nothing of the power of destiny. I am a Lich, you are a Deity, our time is infinite. The threads of fate extend endlessly and will one day entangle around you, and I have already seen that future.

“This preordained terror, even for Deities, is a torment, and as time goes by, your soul too will eventually be crushed by the weight of the prophecy, I will patiently wait for that day to come.”

The illusory image of Rowetta put away her previous arrogance and showed an angry expression, she began to worry that what Amberser said was true.

“First, you will have to live that long. You should be very clear that after you agreed to the deal with the God of Alchemy, your name has already been etched onto the hate plinths of many Deities.

“If you had agreed to become my Chosen of God, I might have given you a chance to live, but now it’s your own choice to refuse. My prank on you was just a trivial retaliation. The punishment from other Deities will descend upon you once again, and you can slowly enjoy it. I am also looking forward to seeing the expression on your face when you realize your time of death and wait in agony and despair.”

Ultimately, Rowetta didn’t bring down any punishment on Amberser, perhaps the Power of Faith in the Divine Idol was no longer enough to support her in meting out divine punishment, or perhaps she still didn’t dare to violate the rules set by Aeo.

Anyway, the illusory image of the Deity disappeared quickly and the conversation, limited to the soul, was known to no one.

After Rowetta left, Amberser, although appearing expressionless, his soul was already boiling. He had never imagined he would be outmaneuvered by this crazed Goddess.

What he had said about seeing the future of Rowetta’s Divine Nature shattering was just an empty threat; the future he had seen had nothing to do with Rowetta.

But it didn’t matter, it was good enough to scare her for now.

Rowetta had obviously been rattled by Amberser, that’s why she came up with such a pointless threat.

What kind of revenge could a Deity have? Another prank to help Amberser advance to Legendary status once more? That would be nice; a few more times and he figured he could ascend to godhood on the spot, becoming a deity by force.

As for revenge, Amberser sneered, curious to see who would get their revenge first.

All those crazed, evil gods wanted to cause trouble, right? He’d start with Rowetta, and see whose revenge is more severe.

Amberser’s mind quickly devised a plan.

He flicked his finger, and the lacerated Duke Peel and his daughter were enveloped in the radiance of a healing Spell, the wounds healing quickly, the sensation of pain naturally vanishing.

But this did not earn the gratitude of father and daughter. Duke Peel even said excitedly, “Godfavored, using healing spells is forbidden.”

Rowetta is the Goddess of Pain, healing comes after enduring pain. The self-harm had just begun; how could healing be allowed? Each time, they had to risk their lives, until the Goddess was satisfied, and then she would bless them and heal their injuries.

Previously, Duke Peel had many children who couldn’t endure this cruel ritual and failed to receive the healing blessings of the Goddess, eventually dying from excessive injuries.

Now, Amberser’s premature use of a healing spell was a serious act of blasphemy toward the Deity.

Facing Duke Peel’s interrogation, Amberser simply said, “Are you the Godfavored, or am I? Do you understand the Goddess of Pain, or do I?”

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This question immediately silenced Duke Peel. The oracle was real. When Amberser appeared before the Divine Idol, the Goddess of Pain reacted immediately, and Duke Peel clearly saw the bloodlight from the idol envelop Amberser. Duke Peel was all too familiar with this scene; it was the effect of the Goddess’s blessing, but he had never seen such intense bloodlight before.

The Power of Faith accumulated over many years on the Divine Idol was almost completely spent, which showed how much the Goddess doted on the Lich.

Therefore, with what Amberser said, Duke Peel didn’t dare to argue.

Seeing Duke Peel fooled, and with Rowetta failing to appear to argue, Amberser knew he had guessed right; the Goddess of Pain had indeed exhausted the power needed to descend.

Amberser then told Duke Peel, “Enough, the reason I interrupted your ritual is that the Goddess no longer pays attention here. Your sacrifices are in vain and cannot impart any Power of Faith to the Goddess.”

Duke Peel and Bella Tricks suddenly realized the reason.

“From today onwards, I am the spokesperson for that Goddess. Praying to me is the same as praying to her.”

Amberser summoned the Golden Throne, floating it midair, and said to the crazed father and daughter, “Now, kneel before me and pray with devotion, just as you would before the Goddess.”