A Novel Concept - A death a day, MC will live anyway! Chapter 43: Heart Supremacies

"Evolution, then. I assu it's the move to Tier 1?"

"That's right. This is one of the few tis the System isn't holding your hand - this choice is crucial. In advanced civilizations, so masters can look at your path and advise you. There are many possibilities, as each individual is unique. Fusion with cores, resources or monsters, cultivation thods, change of species or race, symbiosis, etc. You'll have to find your own way," rcury replied with a shrug.

The two n strolled through a magnificent patio, but Priam focused solely on rcury's words.

"You can access Tier 1 at any ti. Its first interest is that it pushes back the thresholds of Tribulations. The more Tribulations you've gone through in Tier 0, the more margin you'll have in Tier 1. There are other advantages to changing Tier, but above all, there's a test of the System at the end of an Evolution. A High Tribulation..." rcury's voice whispered the last words, and Priam felt a mingled respect and awe wash over the rchant.

After a few seconds of silence, the two n arrived at a fountain. A servant bowed as he caught sight of rcury before moving away, and Priam thought that humanity was quick to adapt. Of course, bowing was expected in so countries, but the Tutorial had taught most humans the importance of hierarchy in this new world. Never, Priam promised himself.

"For your Tribulations..." continued rcury, pausing to observe the fish. "I can give you a short list of Titles and their acquisition thod. I'm unaware of many titles, they're closely guarded secrets. In addition, Tjay has already given you a list of rare items to... borrow. You can trust it. I'm the one who whispered these things in his ear." rcury winked.

"Thank you, rcury. What about my family?" asked Priam.

"I'll do everything I can. I wont lie, I'm already looking for them, but they're not in this Do. I've asked us to go through all the Dos with a fine-tooth comb. We'll find them," rcury smiled.

Priam turned toward the fountain with an impassive face. He was disappointed that his family wasn't in the Do. He had also noted rcury's innuendo. The factions knew he was looking for his family, and so were already looking for them to control him. Priam was too powerful to be ignored but not powerful enough to be absolutely respected.

"What will it cost ?" he finally asked. rcury was still a rchant. Priam preferred a deal to a gift. He wanted to know the price.

"I don't want cores, resources or artifacts. Of course, I may change my mind if you think you have unique resources, but I assu you've already consud them," rcury explained. "I want you to do sothing for . I want you to steal sothing. I'd also like to see the owner dead, but I predict you'll take care of that anyway."

He talks so easily of murder. According to their conversation,rcury had not been involved with the mafia before the Tutorial, and the request surprised Priam.

"Why do you think he deserves death?" asked Priam cautiously. Theft was less of a problem for him. Priam understood that he wouldn't survive long in this world if he wasn't flexible with his morality.

"Anatole is the leader of the Cult of Revenants," rcury explained with a smile. Priam froze before returning the smile. He'd been busy lately but hadn't forgotten the Revenants. Everything seed to fit together for Priam to visit them.

"I see you're up for it. He's in Viracocha but beware, he's extrely dangerous. In his possession is an urn corrupted by the Depths. You must know what I'm talking about since I assu you also stole the corrupted Tear?" the rchant asked. Priam nodded.

"The urn will protect you from corruption if you consu the Tear of the Deep. But its protection applies only to the bearer. Don't swallow it amid allies... If you accept, one of my agents will wait for you in Viracocha to retrieve the urn afterward."

Priam thought for a second. The rchant wasn't a fighter, but he was undoubtedly a dangerous man. If he refused the offer, he'd have to kill rcury and anyone else looking for his family. That was impossible, and the deal was honestly rather advantageous for him. Lose a valuable object - the existence of which he didn't even know a few minutes ago - to find his family? Even his greedy side agreed.

"I accept," he replied as rcury smiled.

"Perfect. I propose that we seal our agreent with a contract. My skill will oblige each of us to take responsibility. Does that suit you?"

Priam wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. Initially, he thought he should trust rcury. He remained cautious about his decision because, despite his help, rcury remained a rchant. After the episode with Claire, Priam was suspicious. A contract was precisely what he wanted.

"You help find my family and possibly protect them while I join them, and offer your list of Titles. In exchange, I'll bring you the item you want and kill Anatole. Is that it?" Priam recapitulated.

"Exactly," rcury replied.

"Then we have a deal," said Priam, extending a hand which rcury shook.