I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 69: 68: Confused Angela

Chapter 69: Chapter 68: Confused Angela

After a dizzy spell, Lis ca to.

Perhaps due to experiencing a Space Transmission once before, his body had adapted sowhat, or maybe the distance of this transmission was shorter, and Lis felt much better this ti.

Upon opening his eyes, Lis imdiately took stock of his surroundings.

In line with the style outside the Ghost Mansion, the walls were a mix of black and grey, and the floor was covered in dust. The only unusual feature was a platform in front of Lis, engraved with special patterns.

Whew—it’s a good thing I rembered correctly and didn’t teleport to the wrong place.

Seeing the familiar environnt, Lis breathed a sigh of relief.

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There was nothing dangerous in this room, at least not in the sense one might fear, though whether it was still just like in the ga he wasn’t certain.

Lis rubbed his wrist and walked straight towards the platform in the center of the room.

The uniqueness of the entire room—or perhaps the entire Ghost Mansion—was centered above this platform.

If one observed carefully, the special patterns engraved on the platform were actually Magic Runes, stretching from the altar to the floor, though their function was unclear.

In his previous life as a professional gar, Lis never had ti to study these Magic Runes, focusing only on grinding through levels.

But now, having started to consolidate his knowledge and master the Magic Runes, Lis could not understand all the runes in front of him, but he did recognize the combos representing “blood,” “nourish,” and “death.”

However, the runes were not the focus; the object placed on the platform was more crucial.

A blood-red heart!

This heart, flawless like a Crystal Stone, seed like a piece of art crafted by a skillful artisan, shimring with a gem-like crimson glow.

It constantly emitted a thick scent of blood, and the Magic Pattern Array on the platform was connected to this heart.

Yet, Lis’s gaze did not linger on this crimson heart; instead, he looked above it.

Yes, sothing was perched on the heart—no, more accurately, a demon creature.

A tiny snow-white bat lay atop the heart, sound asleep, with a bubble the size of its body hanging from its tiny nose, bobbing with each breath.

As for the heart on the platform, it was apparent that most of the energy it emitted was being absorbed into the bat’s body.

Taking a deep breath, Lis cautiously reached out to the white bat, intent on waking it from its slumber.

He had to be careful, as the creature before him was no ordinary creature.

This white bat was the only Extraordinary Creature in McGwire’s Death Tomb that possessed normal intelligence and could communicate.

Vampire Angela, Level 150!

If seen from a past gar’s perspective, upon entering the room, one would imdiately notice the sleeping white bat marked with a red “Extrely Dangerous” alert above its head, indicating its status as a boss.

But now, to Lis, this white bat seed excessively cute.

Unlike its dirty, dark-furred kin, beneath its snow-white fur lay pink little ears and paws.

Curled up tightly, sweetly lying atop the heart, deeply asleep, occasionally twitching its little ears.

If Ya’er were here, she would definitely have rushed over to hug it and shower it with affection.

But who could expect such an adorable little thing to possess the strength of a Gold Level BOSS?

Indeed, Lis truly did not want to provoke this creature, since not even the cutest animal could sway his firm resolve (or so he claid).

Still, who would have thought that the key to a sneaky alternate thod of clearing the dungeon would lie with it?

Lis carefully pushed the little creature, and he had to admit, it really felt quite pleasant.

Cold, soft, very comfortable to the touch.

Lis hastily discarded these stray thoughts from his mind and quickly checked on Little Bat’s movents.

After a while, Lis ca to a conclusion.

This guy is really dead asleep!

In his previous life, he always blundered along, never wasting words. He’d greet this guy with a fireball on sight.

Who would wake up a BOSS during a raid and say,

“Are you awake? If you’re awake, then I’m going to start!”

There was no way around it, saving ti for the raid team was part of Lis’s professional ethics, and it also maintained a competitive edge for his studio.

That’s why, even though he knew there was a second way to pass through the secret realm in his previous life, Lis had never tried it out, and now he had to carefully explore it.

In order to wake this guy up, Lis went from gently pushing, to slapping, to picking him up and swinging him. He was just short of throwing him directly onto the ground.

Just as Lis hesitated whether to try the awakening technique, Little Bat finally woke up from his sweet sleep.

The snot bubble in front of his head burst, and a pair of small eyes, baffled, opened and stared dumbly at Lis, who was holding him upside down by the legs.

Lis felt a bit embarrassed, considering the rather undignified pose he held this big wig in, and quickly respectfully placed him back onto the red “bed.”

Little Bat’s dark eyes looked at Lis, and Lis seed to read from its vacant gaze:

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

“My respects, Lord Angela, I am very sorry for disturbing your sweet dream,” Lis said, even bowing in a manner akin to that of the nobles.

“Oh.”

Angela was clearly still not fully awake, as staying in the tomb was too boring. Ever since he had ascended and awakened his inherited mories, he hadn’t encountered anyone he could communicate with. His favorite thing was to sleep all day on this heart.

That headless guy, every ti he saw him, would just draw his sword and slash at the bat, the owner of the tomb stayed inside the Witch Demon Tower and never ca out, not to ntion what he was up to, and the other riff-raff were even less worth ntioning.

It took Angela, who had learned human languages from the inherited mories, quite so ti to realize that this fellow in front of him wasn’t an undead from the tomb, but rather resembled the food from his mories.

An outsider?

Still a bit groggy, Angela suddenly beca fully alert, his small eyes glaring intently, and he quickly asked in his unskilled human language:

“Are you human? From outside the tomb?”

Lis looked at Angela, who was struggling to support his body with two little paws, and felt sowhat relieved.

No aggression, indeed communication is possible!

Lis chose to erase from mory those unflattering actions, and said to Angela:

“Yes, I entered from outside this tomb. I didn’t expect to et Lord Angela here.”

“Oh, oh.”

Angela suddenly realized sothing was amiss and asked:

“How do you know my na? I haven’t told anyone the na I gave myself. Don’t try to deceive , I am very smart!”

Upon hearing this, Lis’s expression beca solemn, his eyes filled with reverence and a hint of aspiration:

“Because after I entered the tomb, I received an oracle from Lord Cain, instructing to help you escape this prison!”