I Transmigrated Into the Wrong Novel as the Perverted Dragon Prince Chapter 24: Void Awakening (2) — The Taste of Hatred

Since when does hatred make feel better?

That is odd.

I turned around to see if Aries was still close to , but he had already vanished into the winding, shadow-draped corridors.

"He is gone," I muttered, and looked at the screen again, the blue glow of the interface reflecting in my eyes.

"Emotional Feedback ’Hatred’," I repeated subconsciously.

Did Aries’s hatred reach such a height that instead of hurting , it’s making feel good? I rembered the demon’s words about being a "Void." A void doesn’t create; it consus. It doesn’t have its own light; it swallows the light—and heat—of others.

If my body is a battlefield between Dragon and Demon blood, then maybe this ’Void’ is the neutral ground that feeds on the friction. Aries’s malice wasn’t an attack; it was a al.

Hahahaha!

I let out a dry, jagged laugh that echoed off the cold stone walls. My mother hadn’t just made a "detonator"; she had made a parasite. In a house full of people who wanted dead, I had just found an infinite source of energy.

’So, the more they hate , the longer I live? That’s twisted. Even for a fantasy novel.’

I straightened my back, feeling a surge of borrowed strength. The trembling in my legs had stopped completely, and for the first ti since I woke up in this body, the constant, gnawing chill in my bones felt manageable.

I didn’t waste any more ti; I hurried to my room, moving with a speed that would have left breathless ten minutes ago.

Once inside, I bolted the door and leaned my back against the heavy wood, listening for any following footsteps. Silence.

’So, Elena isn’t following .’

I didn’t go to the bed. I went straight for the loose floorboard under the heavy oak wardrobe, my fingers prying it open with frantic energy. I tucked the book into the dark crevice, but as my fingers left the charred leather, the book vibrated with a low, bone-deep hum.

A single page flipped open on its own, and the ink began to crawl across the paper like a colony of ants, swirling and rearranging itself until it ford a ssage that made the hair on my arms stand up.

THE FIRST SEAL OF THE VOID HAS CRACKED

The words on the page began to glow with a dull, bruised purple light.

"The seal has been cracked?"

I leaned closer, the purple glow reflecting in my wide eyes. Was it because of this book? Or was the book just a catalyst for what was already happening?

Aries’s malice being turned into nutrition... that had to be it. The mont that obsidian needle hit my chest, it wasn’t just drawing blood to sign a contract; it was cracking the seal my mother might have placed on . She had locked away the ’Void’ to keep real Rio safe, maybe.

"Whatever," I whispered, a dark smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I have to test it to be sure. And I think I know the just right person for it."

If Aries’s petty ego could stabilize this much, I wondered what soone with real, deep-seated authority could do. Soone whose hatred wasn’t just a bruised pride, but a cold, calculated desire to see erased from the family tree.

Laila.

The "perfect" sister. The one who looked at like I was a stain on a white rug. If Aries was a snack, Laila was a five-course al.

I stood up, the phantom weight in my chest feeling solid and hungry. I didn’t need a sword, and I didn’t need mana. I just needed to be exactly who they thought I was—but louder.

That is that, but why am I thinking so clearly now? I would have lingered on this mont a bit longer, second-guessing myself, but I just figured it out as if the pieces were magnets snapping together.

The ntal fog—the one that had made feel like I was underwater since the mont I woke up in this world—had vanished. It wasn’t just my body feeling better; my brain also felt a lot light.

’This can’t be that easy, right?’

I paced the small confines of my room, my boots clicking rhythmically on the stone. In every fantasy novel I’d ever read, a power this convenient always had a catch. You don’t just ’eat’ hatred and live forever without a price.

’Is there anything hidden which isn’t revealed?’