Chapter 440: Fusion
[Soul Detected: Alpha Shadowfang Panther]
[Rank: Disaster]
[Level: 67]
[Status: Deceased - Body Intact]
[Binding Cost: 150,000 Death Tokens]
[Proceed with binding?]
[YES] or [NO]
[Soul Detected: Voidweaver]
[Rank: Disaster]
[Level: 71]
[Status: Deceased - Body Critically Damaged]
[Binding Cost: 150,000 Death Tokens]
[Warning: Extensive body damage will require significant regeneration ti]
[Proceed with binding?]
[YES] or [NO]
Jack selected yes for both without hesitation.
[Purchase confird: 300,000 Death Tokens spent]
The chains pulsed with energy as the bindings completed, anchoring both Disaster-class souls absolutely to Jack’s will.
Through the Soul Link, he felt their consciousnesses awaken.
Confusion, disorientation, and then the overwhelming reality of absolute loyalty settling into place.
The Hydra’s nine heads roared in fury, recognizing that Jack had just claid prizes that should have been its al.
Three heads prepared to breathe fire, three more coiled to strike physically, and the final three began moving to flank.
Stormfang’s body crackled with electrical energy, blue lightning gathering around its maw in preparation for a devastating bolt.
Both Disaster-class entities, wounded but still incredibly dangerous, were prepared to eliminate the threat that had stolen their spoils.
And Jack...
Jack turned to face them, red eyes glowing behind his visor, the Chain of Soul Warden still materialized and crackling with power.
His mana was slowly regenerating. His body wasn’t exhausted from the sprint. The two intelligent beasts before him would assu he had almost nothing in the tank.
Using a powerful skill like that would drain anyone.
Jack had just bound two Disaster-class entities to his absolute will. Making the fight more favorable for himself.
And he had over a hundred scouts still hidden throughout the battlefield, waiting for his command.
"Stormfang. Hydra," Jack said calmly, his voice carrying across the ruined battlefield with absolute confidence. "You have two choices. Retreat now and live to see another day. Or attack , and discover exactly how many demons I brought to this floor."
It was a bluff. His demon army was scattered across Floor Twenty-Three, hunting the remaining stragglers and probably hours away from this location.
But the Disaster-class entities didn’t know that.
They’d just witnessed a devastating aerial bombardnt that had wounded all four combatants simultaneously.
They had seen Jack move with impossible speed and kill the Alpha before either could react. And now he was casually binding souls while standing in the open, completely confident despite being outnumbered.
The ssage Jack was sending was clear: this opponent was either insane or had backup they couldn’t see.
The Hydra’s nine heads swiveled toward each other, so internal debate happening between the semi-independent minds.
Finally, the central head let out a low growl and began backing away. Three heads kept eyes on Jack while the other six watched for ambushes.
Stormfang maintained its position for a few additional seconds, its luminous eyes observing Jack.
Then it spread its wings and launched itself into the air, circling once above the battlefield before flying toward the massive tree at the center of the floor.
Both Disaster-class entities retreated, unwilling to risk a fight against an unknown force while already wounded.
Jack waited until both were gone entirely before allowing his posture to relax slightly. His mana reserves were slowly climbing, his body screaming from mana exhaustion and exertion, but adrenaline kept him upright.
And having multiple items that gave him mana regen made it easier for him and prevented him from passing out.
Through the Soul Link, he felt his newly bound creatures’ souls stabilizing within the binding.
The Alpha’s consciousness was relatively simple.
Predatory instincts, survival drives, and now absolute loyalty to Jack overlaying everything else.
The Voidweaver, a more intricate entity, possessed an alien intelligence distributed across multiple neural centers.
However, the binding process successfully unified these under Jack’s command.
[Prince of Thunder Class: Level 6]
[Progress: 25,606,500/200,000,000 EXP]
[Current Death Tokens: 57,398,750]
[Souls Bound: 114/500]
Jack dismissed the notifications and turned to walk back toward Kaedor and Loryn, who waited.
Each step was controlled, showing no indication of how close he’d co to complete magical exhaustion.
When he reached his companions, both demons were staring at him with expressions of shock and disbelief.
"Master," Kaedor said quietly. "You just... that was..."
"Beautiful," Jack supplied calmly. "Two Disaster-class entities bound. Stormfang and the Hydra both wounded and driven off without direct confrontation."
"The skill you used," Loryn said, his purple eyes intense. "That wasn’t the sa as the one you used before. That was sothing else. The skill changed."
"Master," Kaedor said quietly, his rings clicking in patterns Jack had never heard before. "That skill... I’ve never witnessed anything like it. Thousands of projectiles, each one tracking independently, delivering devastating damage."
His hands gestured at the ruined battlefield behind them.
"The sheer destructive capability alone is extraordinary, but the precision? The way each arrow adapted mid-flight to account for the beasts trying to evade."
Loryn’s purple eyes were intense, his analytical mind clearly working through what he’d observed. "Young master, the fusion technique you used. It was similar to what you demonstrated with my dark mana, but the properties were completely different. The arrows didn’t phase through targets; they flowed around obstacles. The tracking wasn’t corruption; it was guidance."
The shadow demon’s voice carried genuine fascination. "Water and lightning shouldn’t work together like that. Water conducts electricity, yes, but it should disperse it, weaken it. Instead, your fusion seed to use the water as a delivery chanism, wrapping each electrical discharge in a guided projectile that could curve and adjust trajectory."
"The tactical applications are staggering," Kaedor added, his rchant’s mind already calculating value. "Area denial, ambush prevention, overwhelming multiple opponents simultaneously... Master, that single technique could turn the tide of entire battles. Armies would break just seeing that descend from above."
Jack listened to their analysis without comnt, his face neutral behind the visor. Internally, his mind was occupied with very different concerns.
’Astrape’s Hailstorm,’ he thought, the system’s designation echoing in his consciousness. ’Another bow technique. A fusion of lightning with a different elent, and another skill bearing her na.’
It couldn’t be a coincidence. Not anymore.
The first ti could have been explained away as parallel developnt, as the system recognizing structural similarities. But now, with a second completely different fusion technique also carrying her signature?
’She didn’t just design one lightning fusion thod,’ Jack realized, his mind piecing together the implications. ’She designed the fundantal principles. The underlying architecture that allows lightning to fuse with other elents at all.’
It was like discovering that soone had written the grammar rules for an entire language. Individual words and sentences might vary, but they all followed the sa foundational structure.
A structure that a person had created.
’Dark mana fusion, water mana fusion... how many other combinations did she develop? How deep does her understanding of lightning magic actually go?’
The question was troubling on multiple levels.
If Astrape had designed the theoretical fraworks that Jack was unknowingly following, then she would almost certainly recognize her own work when she saw it.
His techniques would be familiar to her, possibly even exploitable if she knew their structural weaknesses.
Fighting soone who understood your magic better than you did yourself was a recipe for disaster.
’But it also ans she’s limited by the sa fraworks,’ Jack countered internally. ’If she designed these fusion principles, then she’s constrained by her own rules. I can experint, innovate, potentially discover applications she never considered.’
It was cold comfort, but it was sothing.
"Master?" Kaedor’s voice pulled Jack from his contemplation. "Are you alright? You seem distracted."
"I’m fine," Jack replied nonchalantly. "Just processing the tactical data from the engagent. Evaluating what worked, what could be improved, and what adjustnts need to be made for future applications."
It wasn’t entirely a lie. He was evaluating and analyzing. Just not in the way Kaedor assud.
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