"Things never seem to go my way, and I have learned to adjust to these small but fatal changes."
A beautiful man sat in a chair holding a book. His dark skin was more beautiful than even the most striking dark elves, his hair long and slick silver. His gaze remained fixed on the book in his hands.
Reaching into it, he pulled out a half-withered flower.
A small smile touched his lips.
"It was worth the risk."
Keeping Damon alive was important, but it was only a side quest. Sothing he had to handle while his real objective was the flower he had given Lilith. She had tested its paraters perfectly and even returned the sample with sufficient data.
The Unknown God was satisfied with this outco.
"The experint to see if highly complex magic can bypass the divine system undetected was a success. I was prepared for Minerva to notice ."
He flipped the pages of the book he was reading.
"This was a most fruitful experint. Now all that’s left is to perfect it."
The Unknown God’s na had been forgotten by everyone after Minerva, the goddess of doom, erased it. But that did not an he had no na. He knew his na, and he could tell it to those he wanted.
Without knowing who it belonged to specifically, it would not trigger anything.
It was similar to how Jack was a common na. Just because you erased the na of one specific Jack did not an soone else could not be nad Jack.
This was the loophole that allowed her to do that to him. While he hated his na, it was still sothing he was attached to.
"I can invade Doom’s domain because of her attribute, bride of the demon god, but I cannot do the sa to unrelated gods. But with this..."
He lifted the flower as its petals began to morph, its form changing slowly until it beca a seed.
There was a small flower pot on the table. He waved his hand and planted the seed.
"I intentionally went out of my way to be flashy, yet you still did not show yourself, Minerva..."
"I even went out of my way to co live in your divine domain just for the opportunity to spring a trap."
He glanced outside the house, where streets were lined with symbols of the goddess of doom.
Her divine energy filled every corner of this realm.
"Why haven’t you acted, and what traps have you put in place for ? No matter. It’s ti to push forward to the final phase."
"Hmmm, who are you talking to?"
A woman’s voice ca from behind him. He frowned slightly, then wore a gentle smile.
A beautiful woman stood by the doorway wearing a pristine white dress. To call her beautiful would be an insult, and to say she was the fairest would make the word itself die of sha for being unworthy.
"Altair, are you talking to yourself again?"
She shook her head with a small smile.
"My scholar husband is quite the eccentric."
He chuckled. He had restrained everything that made him the Unknown God just to hide from Minerva. Everything was part of his cover.
"Welco back, Mina."
This woman was also part of his cover. He had t her here when he first arrived, and by so twist of fate, they had been wed.
In a sense, she was the bride of the demon god.
This was just an ordinary couple in Doom’s domain. The wife held so noble status, and the husband was a wandering scholar who had settled there.
If not for the fact that they were both otherworldly beautiful, they would not even stand out.
......
The nightmare was over, and no one truly figured out what the Unknown God wanted.
But it did not matter.
He was the ultimate victor.
When the light faded, Damon found himself staring at a familiar location.
He was standing in the very center of the area where the war gas had taken place.
Everyone was back. Those who survived, those who lived, those who endured the nightmare and all its trials.
Not everyone made it back. Many had fallen.
But those who did...
The first person to be consud by the nightmare was the first to feel it.
The call.
The call of fourth-class advancent.
He was not even in the third class. He had been in the second, yet sohow he had survived against all odds, and now he was hearing it.
The call of a rank he never thought he would reach in his lifeti.
Fourth-class advancent.
The Unknown God had kept his promise.
All around him, people were breaking through and reaching new ranks.
Damon was no different.
He collapsed to his knees, armor clinging to his bleeding fra.
"Ahh..."
He heard the familiar voice of the world.
[Death, death without cure spreads in the na of life, by your black hand the plague on all]
The ancient voice whispered in his ears.
[You have awakened the unique class: Black Death]
[Class skill: none]
[You have been rewarded with a skill scroll]
Skill scroll is in use.
[You have been bestowed the class skill]
[Class skill: Plague of Steel]
"The plague spreads through the blade."
[Your fable continues]
What followed was a cascade of system chis highlighting the changes to his stats and skills.
Damon felt his body changing, his soul growing stronger and stronger until it felt as though it had taken a small physical form within him. This nascent soul connected itself to the ambient energy of the world.
Then the final system chi sounded.
[Class: Black Death]
"Plague of blood, fields of steel, death spreads in the na of life."
When Damon saw it, he understood.
It symbolized his nature now. Forced to survive, he would kill anything that threatened his life.
He spread death in the na of life.
His life.
And considering Deathless would soon throw everything it had at him, he was about to engage in one hell of a slaughter.
"Fine. Bring it on."
He had the power.
Damon raised his head and noticed the many eyes fixed on him. Only then did he realize he was still holding the elixir.
He stored it in his shadow storage. It might have disappeared before, but now that they were back, he had no such concern.
He was not worried.
No one could take it from him.
Though the old monsters of the higher classes were another matter.
’We must have been gone for many months.’
Crack.
The barrier in the sky shattered, and they found themselves back in the outside world.
When Damon looked up, everyone was in the stands just as they had been.
Even his sister, seated in the Brightwater family’s pavilion.
It was as if no ti had passed at all.
A white blur flashed as the elf king Kadelas rushed toward Sylvia, checking on his daughter with a worried expression.
There was noise everywhere. Shouts, disbelief, emotion.
But to Damon and the others who had survived the nightmare, it all felt unreal.
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