Noan saw the notification board and fell into contemplation. After a mont of thought, he decided not to use this territory construction blueprint.
After all, he didn't know if he would have the chance to return to the territory at the 'Singularity' or not. Therefore, he wanted to keep this blueprint for now.
The other items weren't anything special; he only felt slightly disappointed because he hadn't received additional 'Lord Points.'
Currently, he possesses over 13,000 Lord Points. However, he still felt that this number wasn't reasonably sufficient.
He had to rember that his goal was to evolve to rank SS or SSS. If he didn't have enough Lord Points, there would be only one option left for him:
Killing other Lords.
Yet, how many Lords would he have to kill to accumulate enough points to evolve to rank SSS?
Noan didn't know exactly, but he understood clearly that the path he must tread toward that evolution would be paved with the corpses of other Lords.
He also knew that killing too many Lords would inevitably draw attention from the others.
Especially the Federal Governnt and the Empire—they would certainly take notice of him.
He shook his head, unwilling to think further, quietly hoping that the next treasure chests would grant him more Lord Points.
Noan's attention shifted toward the Random Talent Card ranked SS . This was the highest-ranked item he'd ever obtained.
"SS talent… could it be stronger than Immortal or Space?" Noan's heart filled with anticipation.
Imdiately after, he commanded, "Use the Random Talent Card."
[Ding! You've successfully used the Random Talent Card ranked SS and obtained a new talent.
Na: Almighty Copy
Rank: SS
Description: You can copy any skill ranked SS or lower. The higher the rank of the copied talent, the longer the cooldown period.]
"Fuck!" Noan shouted, causing Vylyss, lying beside him, to startle.
"Master, what hap—Ah!"
Before Vylyss could finish her words, Noan pulled her into his embrace, kissing her lips. Although she had no idea what had just happened, seeing Noan's excitent, she imdiately cooperated with him.
Another wild battle began. This ti, Noan fed Vylyss so much 'milk' that she pleaded for rcy.
The following day, Noan enjoyed Vylyss's assistance as she helped him dress. Of course, during such close interactions, additional intimate contact was inevitable. Thus, she rewarded him further with so extra oral service.
The act of dressing took over thirty minutes. Noan walked out cheerfully afterwards, summoning all the Heroes he currently owned except for Urlgug and Urlgan.
These two were on missions alongside Caleb and Austin, and since he couldn't evolve them yet, he saw no reason to summon them.
Vylyss, Malrik, Zhisse, and Drakhan.
Seeing all the heroes he owned standing together in the courtyard, Noan felt as if he had achieved a significant milestone.
He knew clearly that his starting point had only been an F-rank Lord. But thanks to his talent 'Almighty Fusion,' he had managed to reach his current status.
Noan firmly believed that he could surely ascend to even greater heights if he had sufficient ti and proceeded carefully.
Taking a deep breath, he began using energy crystals to upgrade all his Heroes.
That's right, and he chose energy crystals rather than hero upgrade cards.
After all, the current levels of his heroes weren't too high yet, making energy crystals sufficient for their advancent.
Only when reaching higher ranks would levelling up require enormous resources.
At that ti, the value of hero upgrade cards would beco even more significant.
Once the upgrade was completed, the Heroes imdiately knelt before him, bowing their heads respectfully and said, "Thank you, Master."
"Good! Work hard, and I'll definitely help you all beco even stronger." Noan nodded approvingly, then turned his gaze toward Malrik and asked, "Malrik, did you say you've already created Hell?"
At this mont, Malrik quickly spoke up, his voice filled with pride and excitent.
"Master, words alone can hardly express its beauty and grandeur. I sincerely hope you can take a look for yourself."
Hearing this, Noan felt his curiosity piqued and imdiately agreed.
…
When they arrived at the place where Noan's previous territory had stood, he saw that within a radius of 10 kilotres, a wall of flas over twenty ters high had erged, blocking off the entire area.
The towering wall emitted a haunting blue-green glow, and within those eerie flas, the faces of deceased Lords and zombies twisted in eternal agony, screaming soundlessly.
The surrounding trees had lost their leaves, replaced by roaring flas of blue-green fire. From afar, this place truly resembled Hell, filled with mystery and danger.
Compared to Noan's current territory, this place was undoubtedly Hell itself, whereas his territory was the Garden of Eden.
"Kekekeke… Master, as you can see, this is the Wall of Souls. This barrier will block anyone who attempts to enter," Malrik excitedly explained.
"Master, there are many more fascinating things inside. Let's enter together."
After finishing his words, Malrik waved his hand, and the fla wall suddenly parted, revealing a narrow pathway.
Following Malrik inside, the group saw a small path paved with stones, barely two ters wide.
All around them was thick fog, obscuring everything from view.
Occasionally, tornted screams filled with pain and despair echoed through the mist, accompanied by chilling gusts of wind that enveloped the entire area with an oppressive, eerie atmosphere.
They continued walking deeper inside, and as they moved forward, they noticed more and more shadowy human figures appearing within the mist around them.
These shadowy forms seed to be dragging sothing, while others appeared to carry heavy burdens.
They even saw nurous shadowy figures, including zombies and monsters, dragging sothing strange behind them.
Malrik laughed softly and explained, "Kekekeke... Once these souls are trapped here, they can never escape. They beco eternal slaves, condemned to remain here until the day nobody in the world rembers them anymore—only then will their souls vanish completely."
Hearing this, Noan furrowed his brows, the way he looked at Malrik subtly shifting.
Although Malrik was only a rank-E Hero, his accomplishnts left Noan profoundly astonished.
It wasn't only Malrik's superior power; his knowledge and abilities were deeply mysterious.
The best example was the successful creation of this Hell.
Noan knew very well that constructing a building required blueprints and essential resources. Yet, Malrik had sohow managed to build this terrifying Hell.
How exactly did he achieve it?
Noticing Noan's gaze, Malrik imdiately understood his master's thoughts and hurriedly explained.
"Master, I don't intend to hide any secrets from you. However, if I were to reveal the truth now, I'm afraid you would face unimaginable dangers."
"Once you're stronger, strong enough to protect yourself, I promise I'll tell you everything."
"Oh!" Noan nodded casually, saying, "Then you don't need to say anything. Just continue doing your work well."
Malrik: "…"
Everyone else: "…"
Everyone felt strange. In a situation like this, Noan should have insisted, arguing that as their master, he had the right to know the truth.
Why did he accept it so easily? Was their master not curious at all?
Actually, Noan was indeed very curious. He genuinely wanted to know how Malrik had accomplished sothing so extraordinary.
However, he was also well aware that certain secrets were better left unknown.
Noan clearly understood that many terrifying entities existed in this world, and he knew he was still too weak.
Of course, the primary reason was simply that he did not need those secrets right now.
As long as Malrik continued doing well, Noan didn't need to concern himself too deeply.
Cough
Malrik awkwardly cleared his throat and said, "Master, don't worry. One day, I will certainly tell you—"
"No need!" Noan imdiately interrupted Malrik. "I don't want to know, nor am I interested in knowing those secrets. You keep them tightly locked away. Never tell about them. In fact, never even ntion anything about them."
Malrik: "…"
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