Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 751: Grave Risk And Danger

If there was one thing Zeras could learn from climbing the tower, it was knowing well that the power levels running through the towers were incredibly strong and beyond his imagination.

Every floor presented something unpredictable, which gave him the benefit of doubt and also informed him of his ability to be a little more imaginative and believing.

On this floor, he was willing to make a deal with a dark shaman, who had almost hesitated in the first place, and Zeras was the one being offensive in such a situation.

It was because he believed the shaman possessed the power.

The only reason why Zeras had made such a deal was that he knew well his travel through the tower was now over.

What he wanted was not something that he could find by going up the floors.

It was something that had been in his grasp from the beginning, yet he had failed to grasp it, but now he could sense it.

So, he knew well that after he was done with this trial, he would also leave.

However, he and Felice couldn’t really be said to be on talking terms right now, and Zeras wasn’t the type to simply walk up to a person and seize what was rightfully theirs for himself just because he needed it.

It would be weird if he simply walked to Felice and requested her to give him one of her earrings after they both had decided to go on their separate paths.

But what Zeras himself knew very well was the reason why Felice had gotten herself into all this trouble in the first place.

It was because of her father.

If she was willing to give her life to find her father, then an earring in exchange for her father’s life wouldn’t be too much of a deal.

A ring for a lost life—it was a worthy deal. In exchange, Zeras was willing to give out his Lightning Tribulation Dragon that he had trapped in his soul core during his battle with Jason.

The lightning dragon had been there for years now, but it had been absolutely useless to Zeras.

While he was well aware of its great benefits and it being a treasure that was seemingly out of this world, Zeras had no need for the dragon.

He already had the lightning runes on his bones, and the dragon was just taking up space.

So, why not give it out instead?

Besides, he wasn’t afraid of someone eventually using the dragon against him since Zeras was almost immune to tribulation lightning itself.

It wouldn’t scare him much.

He could see the greedy light coming from the shaman’s eyes, lighting up with brilliant purple light as the shaman’s fingers danced along the edges of his staff.

A life tribulation dragon—it was nothing short of a supreme-grade treasure, and the shaman struggled to remain calm.

Tauntingly, Zeras dangled the tribulation lightning before the shaman’s eyes.

After a long struggle, the figure stretched out his hand, twisting the lightning dragon, which floated to his palm. The shaman grasped it before dipping it into his robe.

“Then a deal we have. I will open a realm door to the Realm of Shadows for you.”

“There you will find the accursed souls that you are looking for.”

“But let me warn you, the portal can only be opened for five minutes.”

“If you’re not able to exit the room in that five-minute duration, then you’re forever trapped within, and soon enough, you’ll become an accursed soul too,” the shaman warned gravely, while also cackling with evil laughter.

“So, do we have a deal?” he asked, and Zeras nodded.

“Deal!”

“Art of the Greedy Ancient Shamans!”

The air became a mixture of roars and devilish chants as the shaman slapped the tip of his staff onto the ground, causing a malevolent, purple aura to spread through the entire room.

The shaman then turned his staff to the ground before he began rapidly drawing runes.

“Open for this greedy one, the gate of vehement lost souls, the world of shadows…”

The shaman finished his incantation, and in the next instant, the runes he drew on the floor began to emit a bright light before a pitch-dark corridor formed, brimming with a purple aura.

GRUUUUUUM.

Slowly it opened up, and before the shaman could say another word, Zeras instantly rushed through the gate, disappearing into the darkness.

He knew well he was on a time frame, and his time began reading the instant the door became available to him.

The moment he stepped through, he felt himself going downwards and downwards, almost like a person being dropped from the dark sky.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally got to lay his own legs on the ground.

Before him was a room that looked like a library.

There were shelves everywhere, but instead of books, what hung on them were various coffins bound with purple lights.

“Felice… Felice. The Aura of Felice…” Zeras whispered to himself as he closed his eyes and ran through the various coffins, but he couldn’t stand and wait any longer.

He jumped onto the shelves, rapidly moving around them while crawling on all fours. His ears, nose, and hand prowled, heightening to their greatest levels as the aura of Felice appeared in his heart.

With that, he tried to locate an aura that was familiar among the many others.

BOOOOOM.

BOOOOOM.

BOOOOOM.

The sound of loud steps and thuds could be heard, followed by malevolent shrieks that sent horror down Zeras’s spine and made him unconsciously shiver in his steps. Yet, his teeth grinded as he continued his frantic search, becoming a light beam that dashed around the area.

“Damn it! Where is she?” Zeras roared in his mind, but his ears soon perked up when he felt the familiar lingering scent of an aura. With incredible speed, he rushed forth towards it.

BAAANG.

A powerful punch slammed into the coffin, but it didn’t budge. Instead, dark runes appeared all over its surface, which Zeras could guess were the source of it not opening.

Without wasting more time, he instantly brought out his Sword and slashed forth with speed, severing all of the runes covering the coffin, and immediately, the coffin’s lid opened, revealing the figure of a man…

A man with short orange hair lay seemingly in deep slumber, yet through the slumber, Zeras had immediately stretched forth as he grabbed the figure of the man.

In the next instant—

BOOOOOOOOOM!

The entire hall shook with so much power that the runes covering all the coffins dimmed incredibly.

Zeras’s blood convulsed within him, causing him to spurt out an incredibly large amount of blood.

But unrelenting, he forced onward with every vestige of power, quickly approaching the still-open portal that was centered in the middle of the hall.

“DIIIIEEEE!!”

The brutal roar, brimming with malevolent power, rang out from behind as the intense sensation of death surrounded every inch of Zeras’s body.

In the next instant, his Tianqu sword appeared in his hand, and reflexively, he slashed backward.

KAAAAABOOOOOM!

The beam of light Zeras slashed out collided fiercely with the gigantic hand of shadow, yet it was like an egg colliding with a rock.

BOOOOOOOOM!

The entire space behind Zeras caved in as not only was he sent immediately flying away like paper, but an incredibly painful scorch mark appeared on his back, causing him to spit out blood repeatedly.

But the impact gave him an advantage as he was further propelled, spinning fast towards the portal, and quickly, he disappeared into it.

In the last split second after, the portal reached its limit of five minutes and closed immediately.

If Zeras had been even a little bit late, he would have been trapped within the place and would inevitably have died at the hands of his opponent, whose figure Zeras failed to even see.

—

COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!

The sound of intense coughing could be heard as Zeras collapsed on all fours, coughing out his lungs.

All over his face were dark streaks lined with a malevolent aura.

But looking beside him, he knew well he had achieved his aim, as right by his side was a middle-aged man with long purple hair, and chest slowly rising and falling.

Judging from his physique and face, Zeras had no doubt at all—this really was Felice’s father.

“You! You’ve been marked by the Guardians of Lost Shadows. There’s no longer hope for you…”

The chilly voice resounded behind Zeras, who slowly rose up, looking at the guardian who was pointing at him, or more precisely, pitying him.

And truly, when Zeras directed his consciousness forth, he could see there was now something on him—something drawn on his back.

“The… Mark of the Lost Shadow Guardians?”

Zeras asked and without understanding why he felt his heart starting to pound within his chest.

He felt an intense fear…

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