Monarch of Darkness, Arsene



He's an Abyssal General focusing on Reincarnation, Death, Pain, and Sacrifice."

"And who thought it was alright to give me such a monster's ring? How long has he been cultivating such a Ring? I almost died. Worst, I almost became a retard!"

"That word isn't politically correct, Arsene." Izavith adamantly said.

And my eyes couldn't have gotten wider: "FUCK THOSE FUCKING TREE FUCKING HIPPY BITCHES!" Drawing in a large breath, desperately trying to calm my anger, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of wanting to perform meditation.

I swear all the best words have been banned by society. I can't let this happen to the Abyss.

"Wow… someone has a lot of pent-up anger." She noted, folding her arms. "You'll hurt someone's feelings, you know."

"... Whoever is teaching you all this, fire them. Soon everyone will get trophies simply for taking part in activities."

"That's a stretch."

"It's an opening. Why don't you go to Earth within the Origin Realm and look around? Look into the past and see all the events that led up to now." I told her and noticed End staring at me with starry eyes.

"At least someone said it. I'm keeping that bullshit out of the North. I'll never allow my Dutchy to have such a weak mindset. Hurt feelings? No one wants a pussy as a leader." He said, speaking my truth.

Someone finally gets it.

"Whatever," Vita said with an unconvincing expression. I was sure it wasn't enough to convince her from doing something so dumb. She didn't like me in the first place, so why would she start listening to me now?"Shall we continue?"

Responding with a nod, I had Izavith summon a few dozen slaves for me to drain of 'Breath.' I had no intention of killing anyone, so I only drained each of the slaves or criminals by about fifty percent, which was enough to put them in an eternal coma.

Those who refused to give consent for me to take their 'breath' were tormented and forced into submission. And in ten years, my soul had fully recovered while my body took about a hundred. Perhaps it was the turbulent laws and qi that had damaged my body to such a degree I found that I could only naturally recover. Any sort of potion or arte used on my body held no effect. But the greatest benefit was that I could fuse many other objects together during this time. Not major ones like the Ring of Renru. But I had just about ninety percent of the resources End delivered to me had been successfully fused within my Shard.

As it stands now, the Shard was no longer black but rather a bewitching golden color, reminding me of the time I first looked into a mirror in this lifetime, to my eyes that shimmered gold.

"Let us wait for a minute," End suggested, covered in sweat as he began reviving the Dead Laws that would otherwise kill me. And he looked at me, his tunic bound to his chest, as he gasped for air. " How is it you are able to devour these laws? Not even we have the ability to wither laws like you do."

Well. I did get a mysterious power from the Abyss alongside my ability to fuse objects. But if that's all it can do, I'll be disappointed. But I suspect that this power I have is beginning to reveal itself to me.

"Yeah… You take a break. Izavith, can you summon all the sacrifices? I'm going to transfer all their breath into a ring. How many do you have lined up?"

Summoning a Holocube, a projection flashed over her scarlet eyes: "On this planet, we have about two million. Off-world, it's upwards of a few billion that's been registered. And that number is regarding criminals, not slaves."

"Good."

"Have them meet me. It doesn't matter how powerful they may be. Everyone has the same level of Breaths within their system." I told her, hoping to bypass any misunderstandings.

It was a strange concept to me, but it was true. Everyone's breath felt the same. The only difference between everyone else is the Flow of Breath. Geneinus breath was able to develop a soul using sixty percent of their breath, while commoners used anywhere from twenty to thirty. Enforcing my theory that the breath gave birth to the soul, creating the innate talent in the process. This was the true starting point of life. It wasn't in the womb but rather the formation of the soul with the use of breath.

If one could manipulate breath to such a degree… one could theoretically create an unparallel talent. One that goes against all reason. A monster worst than Zariel.

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The wait for End to recover was rather long, taking about a cycle to occur. But during that time, I had successfully placed almost every major criminal and slave in an eternal coma without hope of waking. And while it was annoying not being able to drain everyone completely, I knew there was a limit to the Father or Abyss's tolerance.

Not to mention it was merely a minor inconvenience.

Most of the families that lost their son or daughter within the Abyss ended up killing their child, father, or mother, hopeful that that might be a better solution, but not even reincarnation could fix what I had done.

Breath doesn't regenerate. Once it's gone, it's gone.

It was quite cruel, but they were Myriad slaves. Their lives didn't matter. As for the criminals, well, they were just unlucky. And while not all criminals are bad people. I needed people to sacrifice. And they were the next best option.

Glancing down at the emerald garnet, dazzling a transcendent hue, I found that my physical and mental recovery had been accelerated by an abnormal level. No, it wasn't just recovery. I had found that my mental health had improved to such a degree I felt that I had walked into that fragment of Eden once again. The world was brighter, the winds were softer, and the darkness... well... it was sexy as always.

And the rate at which I understood Tenebrae's knowledge had increased to such a level I knew my physical and mental limit was going to be achieved sooner than expected. My mind was faster, but there was a limit on how much I could comprehend. If I don't become stronger faster, all the knowledge Tenebrae granted me will be flushed down the drain.

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