Bro, I'm not an Undead! Chapter 427 Secrets of The Immoral! (3)

Skullius nodded slowly as he re-read this third of the plaque. So much was divulged.

If this really was Fulgardt’s writing, he was extrely curious to know how this man fell when everyone acknowledged his existence millenia to follow!

Who were these Chosen that were written here and how much did they contribute to the Second Grand War?

So many questions assailed the mind of the Hybrid Luman and unfortunately, what followed when he set out to read further was not a continuation of this part of the story but sothing else entirely….

Heavy ambitions were thick in this symbolic text.

It seed this was sothing akin to a diary detailing events that Fulgardt took down, perhaps to ease his stress and celebrate as well as motivate himself.

Skullius could understand quite a bit of it, but it was hard to wrap his mind around the actual idea of it.

Did Fulgardt just imply that the Deities used Human beings as shells for themselves?

As far as he knew, or rather put together, the Creeds, as Sila had used, were a form of power that allowed for one to safely gain extra benefits at the cost of sothing else.

If this was used, he could sowhat understand it as well as the fact that Fulgardt was not at the peak of power when he began the assault on humanity. Additionally, he had help.

The hall he had visited as part of the test in the Labyrinth, filled to the brim with powerhouses that clad that Fulgardt had locked them there for helping him, their livelihoods changed to fit a celebratory aesthetic, ca to mind.

Perhaps the individuals Fulgardt claid helped him in this text were in there as well.

‘That would be interesting…’ Skullius thought. ‘But was this guy really just trying to bring down the Deities for this… Wanderer Who Seeds’ sake? Also, who the flesh is this guy?’

Once again, with added light ca additional mystery that hid in the corners of darkness, weaving in and out to not be discovered.

The last third of the plaque also contained a different story that engaged Skullius on more of the thoughts of the Immoral.

There was a gap as the statent continued after as blank spaces, no doubt ant to convey silence after a lengthy outburst.

Skullius breathed out.

He placed the plaque down along with the others and ditated on the words.

There was more emotion in that last part than he expected..

Even Fulgardt had been subjected to betrayal, it seed.

Skullius wondered if that was perhaps one of the reasons why he chose to trap everyone who ever helped him inside that hall?!

Who knew?

‘I’ll have to go through these again and see if there’s anything I missed,’ Skullius thought as he stored the three plaques in his spatial storage ring.

He stood up and gazed at Ferex who held Yuyui, the li haired woman who looked to be tearing up as the Apostle’s large paw covered her mouth.

“Let her go, you’ll kill her at this point,” Skullius said with a sigh.

Plop.

Yuyui was dropped to the floor and she pitifully curled on the ground as she looked up at Skullius while sobbing lightly.

“I’m….so… hungry…” she squealed.

“Right…” Skullius said as he realised. This woman was starving after not eating for so long.

From his spatial storage ring, he pulled out two loaves of bread, spiced fish and two jugs of cider, placing them before Yuyui.

The Hybrid Luman didn’t even have to say anything for Yuyui to muster all the strength she had to lunge at the food, devouring it in a manner that gave one the impression that she was the spawn of a demon and a rat!

The bread, cider and fish was cleared within less than a minute, Yuyui raising her head as she felt nowhere near satisfied, her eyes pleading with Skullius who looked at the scene left in the wake of her massacre of the al with slight disturbance.

Yet…

In the next mont, Yuyui choked, coughed blood and…died.