Chapter 317: Monstrification ter
The Architects sent four avatars of light to this world.
Lucivar was inford by the Gods about that.
Defeating Caldaros, which also led to Sunna’s death, wasn’t only a milestone on his path to darkness and power; it was a declaration. All of the remaining avatars and their patron Gods were alerted by this, by the fact that one of their own was killed by the opposing avatar.
Naturally, they beca more alert.
At this very mont, the three of them might even be hunting Lucivar right now.
And the worst part, they might be regrouping together.
Fortunately, it should take ti for them to even co close to remotely finding Lucivar.
It’s a big world, and it was also separated into the Dark World and the Light World.
So avatars might be stuck on the other side, which might help Lucivar pick them off one by one.
But waiting for them to co wasn’t really his style.
Being hunted was not sothing pleasant.
Lucivar already tasted that back when he was still in his ho village, chased down in the woods, trying to survive from the hunters. Frankly, being hunted irked him as that reminded him of that ti. So, there’s only one answer to his predicant.
He’s going to be the one hunting them.
To do that, he would need to find the avatars, and he has great contacts for that.
“Angel…”
Seeing him approaching, Angel imdiately stood up and put on the sweetest smile she could muster.
Her dark azure blouse and tight-fitting skirt made her look both professional and enchanting.
A look that pleases the eye.
“Sit back down and let’s talk.”
“Yes.”
Lucivar sat across Angel in the lobby and leaned back comfortably on the single sofa.
Not a lot of people around, only the sick students and those who were working on sothing—the ones who could skip classes. He clasped his hands above his stomach and crossed his legs, studying Angel, who seed more timid than the last ti they t.
“Is there sothing you want to say to before we start?”
“Sothing to say to you…?”
Angel looked up, a flash of confusion on her face, but she soon realized what Lucivar ant.
It has been quite so ti since they t.
In fact, this was the first ti they had t again since the South Hues Tournant.
Her smile ca late, as if the warmth of the words had reminded her of sothing colder.
“N-No, I… I don’t have anything to say.”
“Really?”
Angel sucked in a deep breath and averted her gaze away.
“I’m… glad. I knew the day would co when you’d throw away, and I’m glad it’s not now.”
“I hear you,” Lucivar nodded. “And you knew exactly how you could keep around.”
Upon hearing this, Angel nodded and placed the briefcase on the table before taking out a docunt containing everything that Lucivar asked for. He contacted her about a week ago, the exact sa day as when the Gods told him about what his next task would be.
“Is everything here?”
“Yes, everything you wanted. The Trading Union is the sovereign of business across the entire Light World. It has contacts everywhere, even the secretive association you wanted to know, the Black Zenith Order.”
Lucivar now set his eyes on the Black Zenith Order.
He had t with a group of them before and knew that they were the Dark Angels.
Finding the other avatars would be quite difficult, even with the current state Lucivar was in—right now, he needed manpower more than anything. More importantly, he specifically needed the Dark Angels due to one fact that he learned a week ago.
One undeniable trait of an avatar.
All of them need to have an Angel or a Demon bloodline inside of them.
Even Lucivar himself has the bloodline of an Angel, of Seraphiel, and thus can beco an avatar. Making those who weren’t of those two bloodlines into avatars would result in a far weaker product.
It was one of the reasons why Caldaros was weaker.
Since he was dealing with the Gods from the light side, their preference was obvious.
Lucivar was certain that the three avatars were all Angel Hybrids.
So naturally, who else could help him the most other than the hunters of Angels themselves?
He asked Angel to find out about the Black Zenith Order, and she delivered.
Skimming through the papers, he was pleased by how much information Angel was able to gather in such a short amount of ti. She may not be a Hybrid, a normal person, but she’s extrely competent as an assistant.
Then, on the last clipped page, his eyes flashed at the biography of a person.
“Samael…”
He smirked with excitent.
Using the essence bars he obtained from killing Caldaros—enough to completely fill the Gleipnir Echo, he used the Mischief Panes for more opportunities. And, surprisingly enough, the green light shot toward the TV in his room, which flickered to life with the news.
It was a Dark Angel making a speech about the recently captured Angel, a big fish.
But instead of marking this Dark Angel, the green light marked the person standing on the side.
Lucivar recognized this person from when he was at the mall with Thalia.
The Dark Angel who attacked him back then was likely the sa one probing into his bloodline.
Lucivar couldn’t think of anyone else in the Black Zenith Order who would take such an interest in him.
It must be Samael.
“Finding anything about him is quite hard, even with my contacts. But I got it in the end.”
Angel straightened her posture as she said that, proud of gathering this much about Samael.
Just that alone showed it was incredibly hard to do.
But Lucivar wasn’t interested in the details—all that matters is that she got it.
“Killed a Grand Paragon-rank Angel Hybrid…? Doesn’t that make him stronger than anyone inside the whole city? Not even Julian from the Feradith Family is that strong, and he’s one of the strongest people here.”
“Yes, he’s what you called a Dark Archangel. The Black Zenith Order spanned the entire Light World, much like the Trading Union’s influence, so you can’t compare him to the people, who were native to this city.”
Hearing this, Lucivar leaned back.
His face reeled with contemplation, thinking about his next moves.
Then, his eyes flashed with an idea.
“Hand your phone.”
“My phone?” Angel raised a brow, but handed it anyway. “Here…”
Lucivar took the phone and imdiately scrolled through the contacts, searching for soone.
He found who he was searching for, and imdiately dialed the number.
For a few seconds, the line was connecting.
Soon, a woman answered.
“There’s a Samael from the Black Zenith Order. Make a eting with him happen, but I don’t want him to know that he’s eting . Say whatever you need to make it happen—I don’t care. Just don’t fail .”
Not even waiting for the woman on the other side to answer, Lucivar disconnected the call.
He demanded what he wanted and gave no room for a discussion.
Angel tilted her head, confused, “Who is that?”
“Callista,” He then raised the phone. “Is this your personal phone or your work phone?”
“Work?”
“Good. There should be no problem if I do this then.”
Naturally, Angel wanted to ask what Lucivar was about to do, but before she could speak another word, a blazing purple ether erupted from his hand, setting the phone alight in violet flas before it sank into the device and vanished.
Imdiately, Angel stood up and squealed.
But realizing that Lucivar was looking at her with a questioning look, she imdiately sat down again.
All of the files in the work phone are backed up, so it’s not a problem.
It was probably why Lucivar asked whether it was a work or personal phone.
She cleared her throat and asked.
“What did you do that for?”
“I was testing sothing, but I don’t have a phone, so I’m using yours.”
Lucivar placed the phone on the table and watched as the screen began flickering weirdly.
Then, startling both him and Angel, the phone suddenly began to tremble, twitching and moving as if it were possessed by sothing sentient. Monts later, deep azure scales started creeping over its surface, forming around it like a perfectly fitted case.
Seeing this, Angel’s mouth opened and closed.
She wanted to say sothing, to react, but she couldn’t.
It was too surreal to see.
All she could do was look at Lucivar, wanting him to explain what she was looking at right now.
“Don’t look at , I’m as surprised as you.”
Lucivar watched the phone attentively as this was his first ti using the divine gift from Tamtu.
Monstrification ter.
Even though he hadn’t been tested yet by Tamtu, which Loki and Sutekh did when they were awakened, he had already obtained Tamtu’s ability. Normally, like how it did with Sutekh, he’d go through a test, and if he completed it, he’d gain an ability and also the divine gift.
Sutekh gave him the Triune Scarab ability, and then, once sufficient, gave access to the Sonte Tablet.
But it wasn’t the case this ti.
On top of getting an ability called Monster Skin, he also gained access to the Monstrification ter.
Perhaps, this was nothing more than a showcase of the generosity the Mother of Monsters possessed.
However, that was also the reason why Lucivar hadn’t used Tamtu’s powers.
He was skeptical.
But now that he had a need for it, he decided to try.
Killing Caldaros and revering in the chaos gave Lucivar a massive purple sphere.
It was Tamtu’s Divine Blood.
The green sphere expanded his ether reserve and spell mastery, the bronze sphere enhanced his physique and also unlocked certain physical constitution inside him, so the purple sphere must also bring its own unique enhancent.
However, unexpectedly, he couldn’t feel any changes after absorbing the purple sphere.
All he knew was that the essence bars of Tamtu were increasing, and it was because of a small, chubby, ghostly monster that was rather cute. A monster that only he could see. It started out pure white, but as the thick liquid inside it rose, the subrged parts turned black.
Naturally, this was the essence bars related to Tamtu—the Monstrification ter.
Earlier, Lucivar nudged his chin at Angel’s phone.
Knowing what he ant, the ghostly monster floated to the phone and touched it.
Then, a purple color began to rise from its black part.
It only stopped about a quarter way through the entire liquid this ghostly monster has.
Lucivar could tell instantly that the purple part was the cost of using the Monstrification ter on the phone. Since it wasn’t much, he decided to pay it, and that was the mont the purple flas appeared, which morphed the phone.
“Is it alive?” Angel asked hesitantly.
Hearing this, Lucivar chuckled a bit, “No, it’s not alive. At least I hope not, or that’ll be a hassle.”
“A hassle?” Angel exhaled incredulously. “That’ll make you a God!”
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