Cain stood motionless within the underground darkness.
The drifting remains of the creature still floated faintly around him like scattered crimson smoke, slowly dissolving into the blood currents flowing beneath the earth. The torture had ended.
The screams had vanished.
The hidden presence was gone.
Yet Cain’s expression remained colder than ever before.
Because the final mory fragnts continued replaying inside his mind repeatedly.
That voice.
That laugh.
That ancient strand of authority.
And the realization behind it—
Made even him serious.
Truly serious.
For the first ti since returning to the past, the lazy amusent that usually lingered beneath Cain’s actions had disappeared completely.
No mockery.
No casual arrogance.
No playful manipulation.
Only focus remained.
Pure focus.
"...That damned old monster..."
Cain slowly raised one hand.
The underground blood currents instantly froze.
Then—
The first magic circle appeared.
A massive crimson formation unfolded beneath Cain’s feet, countless ancient blood runes spinning slowly throughout its surface while terrifying Overgod authority leaked outward endlessly.
The underground world trembled imdiately.
Not because of raw destruction.
But because the magic itself carried laws far beyond this lower realm.
Cain’s expression remained completely calm.
Then—
He ford a hand seal.
Instantly—
A second magic circle appeared behind him vertically, enormous crimson symbols rotating endlessly through layers of overlapping blood equations older than entire civilizations.
Another hand seal.
A third formation erged overhead.
Another.
A fourth appeared beneath the blood currents surrounding him.
Another.
A fifth unfolded through the underground walls themselves.
The entire underground space rapidly transford into a terrifying sea of crimson formations layered upon one another endlessly.
Each magic circle contained different functions.
Isolation.
Erasure.
Concealnt.
Karmic severance.
mory destruction.
Existence masking.
Soul separation.
Trace purification.
And Cain—
Continued.
His hands moved continuously now.
Fast.
Precise.
Terrifyingly precise.
Every hand seal flowed perfectly into the next without hesitation, his fingers moving through ancient sequences so complex that even GrandLord Dreath and Elder Achilor combined would not comprehend even a fraction of what they were seeing.
Because this—
Was true Overgod-level blood magic.
Not ordinary spells.
Not lower realm blood arts.
But ancient authority capable of altering the very structure of fate itself.
The underground space shook continuously as more crimson formations erged one after another around Cain endlessly.
The pressure beca unbearable.
The air itself distorted beneath the overwhelming concentration of blood authority.
And still—
Cain continued forming seals.
His eyes remained cold.
Focused.
Serious.
Because this matter had already crossed a line.
That old existence should not have traces here.
Should not have touched the blood pact.
Should not have influenced him.
And most importantly—
Should not have noticed his return.
The thought alone made Cain’s blood boil.
Another series of hand seals unfolded instantly.
The surrounding crimson formations began rotating faster.
Then faster again.
The blood currents throughout the underground erupted upward violently as ancient runes flooded through every layer of space surrounding Cain.
The first magic circle activated.
Boom.
The underground walls darkened imdiately.
Every lingering trace connected to the dead creature began surfacing visibly like black strands being dragged from hidden cracks in reality itself.
The second formation activated next.
Boom.
The black strands imdiately ignited into crimson fire.
The third activated.
Boom.
The burning traces collapsed inward violently.
Cain continued without pause.
More seals.
More formations.
More ancient runes.
The underground world now resembled the inside of so ancient blood ritual lost long ago in the upper realms.
Crimson light consud everything.
The pressure beca suffocating.
And Cain’s expression only grew colder.
Because this was not rely cleanup anymore.
This was concealnt.
Absolute concealnt.
If that old bastard truly left traces here—
Then Cain needed to erase every possible connection imdiately.
Every single one.
Another hand seal ford.
A gigantic blood eye appeared behind Cain briefly before dissolving into thousands of smaller crimson symbols flooding through the underground space.
The remaining traces hidden within the creature’s scattered essence surfaced instantly afterward.
Cain’s eyes sharpened.
There were more than expected.
Far more.
Tiny hidden karmic threads stretched faintly through reality itself, connecting back toward sowhere impossibly distant.
Upper realm connections.
Cain imdiately attacked them.
The surrounding formations exploded with activity simultaneously.
One magic circle severed the karmic links directly.
Another concealed the disturbance afterward.
Another erased the traces left behind.
Another purified the blood authority residue.
Another distorted ti perception around the underground area to prevent retroactive tracking.
And still—
Cain continued.
His hands moved faster now.
The hand seals had beco so rapid they blurred together continuously while endless crimson runes flooded through the underground world like storms of blood-colored stars.
Sweat finally appeared slightly along Cain’s forehead.
Not from weakness.
From concentration.
Because even for him—
Performing this many Overgod-level concealnt techniques simultaneously in his weakened current body strained him heavily.
Yet he did not stop.
Could not stop.
Not until everything disappeared.
Boom.
Another formation activated.
The drifting remains of the creature finally dissolved completely.
Boom.
The karmic strands snapped apart one after another.
Boom.
The ancient blood authority lingering in the underground world began fading rapidly.
Cain’s expression remained frighteningly focused.
He had not looked this serious since returning to the past.
Because now—
This was no longer rely about surviving.
Or growing stronger.
Or escaping the blood pact.
This involved the upper realm directly.
And if that old bastard truly discovered traces of him already—
Then things could beco dangerous far earlier than Cain originally expected.
Another seal.
Another activation.
Another layer of concealnt unfolded.
The underground space darkened repeatedly as ancient blood laws overwrote reality itself continuously around him.
Even the mory of the creature’s existence began fading from the surrounding environnt.
That was Cain’s goal now.
Erase everything.
Every residue.
Every connection.
Every possibility.
The crimson formations rotated endlessly around him like giant celestial chanisms powered by ancient blood authority.
Then suddenly—
Cain paused briefly.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Halfway done.
Only halfway.
And yet—
The traces were already disappearing rapidly now.
The karmic strands connecting upward had almost completely collapsed.
The lingering curses hidden within the blood pact remnants were fading too.
Good.
Very good.
Cain imdiately ford another sequence of hand seals.
The surrounding formations surged violently again.
And this ti—
The remaining traces shattered completely.
The hidden curses dissolved one after another into nothingness beneath the overwhelming purification magic flooding the underground world.
Cain watched silently as the final cursed strands vanished entirely.
Then slowly—
He exhaled.
Because halfway through the process—
He had already removed all his traces.
And the curses disappeared completely.
Cain did not stop.
Not even after the curses vanished.
Not even after the karmic strands shattered.
Not even after the underground space had already been flooded with enough Overgod-level concealnt techniques to make ordinary upper realm existences lose their minds trying to comprehend them.
Because Cain understood sothing very clearly.
That old bastard—
Was dangerous.
Far too dangerous.
The ancient existence hidden behind those traces was not rely so ordinary Overgod from the upper realm. No.
That monster controlled curses themselves.
Not taphorically.
Not symbolically.
Literally.
An existence whose authority had long fused with curses to such an absurd degree that entire upper realm civilizations once vanished simply because they offended him unknowingly.
A lunatic.
An ancient curse-ridden monster.
And worst of all—
An extrely patient scher.
Cain’s expression darkened further.
Because if that old fool truly left traces through the blood pact—
Then Cain refused to believe it was accidental.
Which ant—
There could still be hidden links remaining.
And that possibility alone made Cain continue.
The underground world trembled violently again.
The massive crimson formations surrounding him had already grown beyond count now. Hundreds of ancient blood circles layered endlessly across the underground space, rotating slowly like overlapping worlds made entirely from blood authority.
And Cain—
Continued forming hand seals.
His movents had beco frighteningly precise now.
Every finger movent carried terrifying calculation.
Every seal activated multiple formations simultaneously.
Every pulse of blood mana rewrote hidden laws throughout the underground region continuously.
This was no longer ordinary concealnt.
Cain had moved far beyond that already.
Now—
He was erasing possibility itself.
Another hand seal ford instantly.
Boom.
Several massive blood circles overhead rotated violently before collapsing inward.
The underground darkness imdiately distorted.
Threads invisible even to Ascendant beings surfaced faintly throughout the space.
Tiny.
Hair-thin.
Barely existing.
Yet Cain’s eyes sharpened instantly.
"...Still here."
Curse residue.
Not direct curses anymore.
Echoes.
Tiny leftover conceptual marks buried deep within reality itself.
If Cain ignored them—
Nothing would happen imdiately.
But that old bastard specialized in absurd curse tracking thods beyond ordinary logic. Even a microscopic fragnt of connection could eventually beco a pathway.
Cain refused to allow that.
The blood circles activated again.
The tiny hidden marks imdiately ignited into crimson flas before collapsing violently into nothingness.
But Cain still did not stop.
More hand seals.
More formations.
More ancient blood authority flooding the underground endlessly.
The strain on his current body continued increasing rapidly now.
Blood slowly dripped from Cain’s fingertips.
Tiny cracks even began appearing faintly along parts of his skin from overusing power far beyond what this reincarnated body should currently handle.
Yet his expression remained cold.
Focused.
Because he knew exactly how terrifying that old curse monster truly was.
Cain still rembered the upper realm clearly.
Entire Overgod factions avoiding speaking that ancient bastard’s true na openly.
Countless existences disappearing mysteriously after becoming entangled with his curse authority.
Ancient blood empires collapsing from invisible curse contamination spreading across generations.
Even Cain himself—
Back then—
Preferred avoiding direct involvent with that old fool whenever possible.
Not because Cain feared him.
But because curse authority was troubleso.
Annoyingly troubleso.
And now—
That sa existence sohow touched the blood pact.
"...How irritating..."
Cain’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
His hands moved even faster.
The underground space began collapsing repeatedly beneath the overwhelming density of blood authority flooding outward from the formations surrounding him.
One blood circle activated.
Boom.
The underground layers themselves folded inward.
Another activated.
Boom.
Ti residue throughout the area destabilized instantly.
Another.
Boom.
Spatial mory contamination vanished completely.
Another.
Boom.
All remaining emotional synchronization echoes disconnected from the surrounding world.
Cain continued endlessly.
The giant formations spun faster and faster around him while ancient blood runes flooded through the underground like crimson storms consuming everything in existence.
The concealnt techniques had beco absurd now.
Even upper realm tracking thods would struggle to detect anything afterward.
Yet Cain still was not satisfied.
Because that old bastard specialized in curses.
Which ant normal concealnt was never enough.
Cain suddenly changed hand seals.
Instantly—
The surrounding blood formations trembled violently.
Then several gigantic circles rged together overhead into one enormous crimson structure covered in incomprehensible blood equations.
The mont it appeared—
Even the underground blood currents froze completely.
Because this spell—
Was ancient even among Overgods.
A forbidden blood concealnt art specifically designed to sever causal observation itself.
Cain’s expression beca colder.
Then—
He activated it.
Boom.
The underground world darkened instantly.
Not ordinary darkness.
Absolute darkness.
Even the concept of observation beca distorted briefly throughout the underground region.
The remaining traces hidden deep within reality surfaced imdiately afterward.
Tiny fragnts.
Microscopic.
Yet horrifying.
Cain’s eyes sharpened instantly.
"...You really are annoying..."
Because even after everything—
The old curse monster still left hidden conceptual anchors buried unbelievably deep.
No wonder that bastard survived so long in the upper realm.
Ordinary Overgods would never detect this level of hidden contamination.
But Cain—
Was not ordinary.
His blood mana exploded violently outward.
The gigantic concealnt formation overhead activated completely.
And instantly—
The conceptual anchors shattered apart.
One.
Two.
Three.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
All erased simultaneously.
The underground world trembled endlessly beneath the overwhelming pressure released by the spell.
Cain continued forming seals afterward imdiately.
No pause.
No hesitation.
Because he knew the mont he stopped carelessly—
Even the smallest overlooked trace might beco fatal later.
Another formation activated.
This one targeted retroactive curse observation.
Another targeted emotional karmic resonance.
Another distorted blood authority signatures entirely.
Another erased lingering upper realm scent from Cain’s soul itself temporarily.
The deeper Cain went—
The more serious his expression beca.
Because now he understood sothing terrifying.
That old bastard probably sensed him only faintly.
Not fully.
Not clearly.
Otherwise—
Things would already be much worse.
That realization alone made Cain move even faster.
The underground space now looked like the core of so ancient blood apocalypse.
Crimson formations layered infinitely across every direction while rivers of blood mana surged violently through collapsing underground structures.
And in the center—
Cain continued.
Cold.
Focused.
Terrifyingly calm.
His fingers moved through impossible sequences endlessly while ancient blood authority flooded outward continuously from his body.
Minutes passed.
Or perhaps much longer.
Ti itself had beco unstable inside the underground region.
Eventually—
The formations began slowing slightly.
Then slowing further.
One by one—
The gigantic blood circles started fading.
Not collapsing.
Dissolving carefully after completing their functions perfectly.
The underground pressure eased gradually afterward.
The blood currents resud flowing naturally again.
The darkness surrounding the underground space slowly returned to normal.
Cain finally stopped moving.
His hands lowered slowly.
The remaining formations vanished one after another until only faint crimson light remained drifting through the underground.
Silence followed.
Complete silence.
Cain stood motionless for several long monts while carefully sensing everything around him.
No karmic threads.
No curse residue.
No conceptual anchors.
No hidden observation.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Only then—
Only after confirming repeatedly—
Did Cain finally relax slightly.
His shoulders eased faintly.
And at last—
He heaved a quiet sigh of relief.
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