The third fight was about to begin. Why did things have to progress so quickly? Minas Mar's erratic rules and last-minute announcents had not just complicated the work of independent betting shops, but also his own mission.
As the only one of their team that made it to the tournant, the burden weighed heavy on him. He had to make it to the end. Sitting in his own private room, he was given as one of the tournant participants, he was mulling over his situation.
Conflicted he looked at the small vial in his hands. How much he had longed for this tiny thing back in the day. The power it promised, the life it would give... but now he was hesitating. He was scheduled to fight a cultivator in the seventh match. From what he saw of the preliminaries, he stood no chance.
If he took the serum now the transformation might be finished by the ti he was supposed to fight, then he would stand a chance, but... What if the next fight continued to grow shorter and shorter? Even if everything went well, what if Minas Mar found out about him over the course of the next few fights?
Stuck in his worries, he didn't notice the shadow slithering into the room from below the door.
“hehe, you can't beat Choon Long, you know it yourself, right? You are worried they will find out who you are when you transform, right? Your tiny worries are so easy to read,” a smooth, silky voice whispered in his ears. Although he didn't notice it enter, he didn't panic.
“What do you want?” He had already recognized that it was a demon talking to him. Since a demon dared to enter his private booth like this, his was probably not hostile, but sent by their allies. Although he understood that this shaky bond was necessary, it didn't an he liked working with them.
“Right to business, good. You are not the only one who knows you probably won't be able to win against the cultivators, that why my lord sent here, to give you a chance,” the demonic voice whispered.
“Don't make such a face, it's not like I'm here because I want to either, but we need more people in the next round for the plan to work out,” it said annoyed when the man grimaced. Yeah, it was all for their secondary plan.
“Fine, how does this work?” he said, placing the vial back in his inventory. he would listen first, to see if the demon's suggestion had a lower risk. the shadow that ca in from below the door stretched and separated from the surface it was cast on, becoming a dark, transparent snake.
“You just have to reach out your hand and repeat the following sentence. I accept the Blessing. Then you will be given part of the powers of the great demon. Easy, right?” the snake spoke enchantingly. The man nodded. Since demons were also participating, the blessing of a demon would draw less attention than sudden immortality.
“Fine. I accept the blessing,” he said and stretched out his hand. “Good boy,” the snake laughed and bit him. When it bit his arm, a dark tattoo appeared, looking ugly and infected. He didn't utter a sound, but his face distorted when he felt the dark, burning power infect his body and mind.
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