Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 392 - 24: What the Hell, a Permission Dog

"HISS—"

The moment the Master of Decay’s Demon Form dissipated, Westheid felt a torrential wave of Spirituality wash over him, nearly knocking him unconscious.

A Celestial God’s Shadow, on the verge of death, had unleashed a final curse brimming with infinite resentment. Normally, such a lingering grudge would be incredibly difficult to deal with. A severe, multi-year debuff would be the standard outcome, and some might even drag their enemy down with them.

However, Westheid possessed the [Evil Magic Vein] and the blessing and protection of the [Master of Extinction], an Ancient Demon. The Master of Decay’s final struggle was clearly in vain. Not only that, but he had also presented Westheid with a magnificent gift.

The dissipating Sub-Deity Power transformed into visible particles, merging into Westheid’s body drop by drop.

[The Evil Magic Vein is absorbing Sub-Deity Power]

[Sub-Deity Power is coalescing...]

[Capture complete!]

Clutching the blade of [Shadow-Born] tightly, its crimson edge cutting into his palm, Westheid could hear Wan Qi’s voice.

[My love, I can extract its traits. This may be of use to you.]

The man’s deep violet eyes widened, a mixture of exhaustion and joy swirling within them.

The [Evil Magic Vein] could already store Sub-Deity Power, but to simply use the Master of Decay as fuel would be a terrible waste. After all, a Divine Life form was a treasure trove from head to toe; it was just that beings of the Mortal World found it difficult to process and utilize them.

’Anything blessed with Divinity... The miraculous Celestial Blessings have already proven their value.’

"I’ll be counting on you, then, Wan Qi."

Westheid sent his thoughts into [Shadow-Born], vowing with conviction:

"I will make good use of your gift. And besides, studying these Demons is also useful. The seals they suffer are different from your situation, but as fellow Celestial God’s Shadows, there must be similarities."

’He’s still making empty promises! Still making empty promises!’

[It matters not. As long as I can help you, my love, that is enough. This very moment is the best of times.]

Wan Qi didn’t really mind. As a Great Demon who had existed for tens of thousands of years, time was a meaningless concept to her.

A year? A century or a millennium, it was all the same.

Westheid let out a long breath. He wasn’t actually making empty promises; he truly didn’t have the capacity to free Wan Qi right now. After all, that was the Celestial Vault Kingdom, and [Temporal Chaos] was no laughing matter!

The Chaos Tide’s corrosion of the other Realms of Order could only be considered a feint. Against the Celestial Vault People, it was a truly ferocious, all-out assault.

The results were also significant: it directly twisted the anchored Laws of time and space, casting the Celestial Vault Kingdom into an endless spatiotemporal vortex. The Mortal World’s strongest nation was thus trapped in the chasm between past and future.

Even though Westheid could be considered top-tier in the Mortal World right now, when faced with the clash between the most ancient Celestial God and the Chaos Will, he was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

In the raging gales and colossal waves of [Temporal Chaos], even a so-called Legendary Celestial Rank was just a pitiful, lonely boat.

He would need to at least wait until he stepped onto the Ascension Ladder and reached the Transcendent Tier, approaching the Domain of a Demigod, before he would have the confidence to even attempt it. And even then, there would be no guarantee of success.

Getting to his feet, Westheid looked around. He was on a hill on the outskirts of the City in the Lake, which had been ravaged beyond recognition.

During his battle with the Master of Decay, he hadn’t paid much attention to his location, only that he was deliberately avoiding populated areas. Even so, a large crowd had been chasing after his receding figure, and before long, a huge group of people swarmed the place where Westheid stood.

"Your Majesty!"

"Brother!"

"Duke Qinghui!!"

"..."

Whether they were his own confidants or allies from the Royal Court, when they saw that only the violet-eyed, black-haired man was left standing, they were all dumbfounded:

"The Master of Decay... Where’s that Bone Demon?"

"Isn’t it obvious? He’s dead."

Westheid smiled faintly, tilting his head with an air of nonchalance. He flicked his wrist and slid Shadow-Born smoothly into its sheath.

"Hmph. A Divine Life form... not so tough after all."

In truth, Westheid’s victory had not been easy. It was far from a complete rout.

It had been a grueling battle lasting several days and nights. He had used every trick up his sleeve, holding back only his final ace: the [Soul Burning Technique].

The amplification, reinforcement, and protection provided by the [Rune of Music] had also been almost completely exhausted in this fight. He was not in good shape.

Large sections of his black Armor, which gleamed with a dim luster, were missing. Even though it was more for decoration than his well-honed body, the man’s physique had still suffered grievous wounds. His form, which exuded a masculine beauty, had been gnawed by the Bone Demon’s Talents, and crimson blood trickled from wounds that revealed bone charred black as coal.

His arms, etched with numerous Runes, were fractured by fine, pale-gold sigils, looking as if they might disintegrate at any moment. His night-dark hair had become dry and disheveled from contact with the Demon’s Domain.

And yet, even in such a shattered state, the profile of Westheid’s face was extremely captivating... No, it was even more captivating. If his usual appearance was the epitome of exquisite beauty, then the battle-worn man now exuded an aesthetic of iron-blooded, broken grace.

Even on the brink of exhaustion, Westheid maintained a dignified posture, creating an impression every bit as stunning as the image of him in his prime, clad in fine clothes and riding a fiery steed.

Yolanda froze for a moment, then decisively pulled out a camera and began snapping picture after picture of Westheid. Meanwhile, Mephit darted forward, presenting a cloak to his master and respectfully supporting His Majesty the Knight King.