Back in Trafalgar Forest, Leon had beaten Bran to a pulp. Afterward, the old man had been possessed by an unknown entity, sothing far more powerful, and sothing that clearly had a grudge against Leon. That had been his first clue.
Through his interactions with Gunta, Leon had learned of Bran’s insistence that Leon had robbed him of sothing valuable. Leon had taken many things from many people, but never had he offended a being as powerful as the one possessing Bran. Except for one case. And that case made it painfully clear—the worst possibility had co to pass.
Sohow, the Primogenitor of the Warlocks had found his way back to Finor from the void, and now, he wanted Leon dead for breaking his promise to help the Warlock race.
"I see," Leon nodded before taking a seat in front of Altor, his drake crouched in the corner, ready to strike at any mont.
"You’re a pain in the ass, kid. You know I was under no obligation to help you, right? Just a little favor you couldn’t keep," Altor complained. He had saved Leon’s soul from the void, giving him a second chance at life. And what had the kid done in return?
He broke his promise.
But it was a good thing Altor was a ticulous planner. The mont Leon severed his connection to the pagoda, a signal had been sent to Altor’s grimoire, activating his residual spirit and allowing it to find a host. That host, unfortunately, was this old, frail man—Leon’s "father."
The following months had been grueling as Altor walked through Eldoria, following Leon’s trail of destruction. Leon had sacrificed warlocks for his own gain, completely removed himself from their struggles, and had even benefited from their infighting.
This kid hadn’t just broken their agreent—what he did was worse. He had shown complete indifference to the plight of the Warlock race, all while being a Warlock himself. That was enough to drive anyone mad.
"Hypothetical," Leon sneered. "I never made any promises or agreents." The old fool just talked and threw him into this world. Now, Leon understood why. Altor had wanted to use him to sneak back into Finor world undetected by whoever had banished him in the first place.
"Miscreant!" Altor cursed. He knew his plans had been intrusive and downright despicable. But without them, Leon would still be frolicking around Finor, paying no mind to his mission.
They didn’t realize it, but both of them were cut from the sa cloth. Both were despicable characters who had no qualms about using others for their own benefit.
"Hmph, I could care less about your Warlock race. Do whatever you want with them now that you’re here… what I want is sothing else," Leon said coldly. His feelings hadn’t changed from the beginning—he simply didn’t care.
"Immortality?" Altor asked lazily. In the first few months after Leon arrived in Finor, Altor had been monitoring his every move through the eyes of the SSS-grade pagoda. The pagoda had served as Altor’s eyes and ears... until Leon severed the connection. Altor knew what Leon sought.
The kid wanted to live forever.
"Hm." Leon nodded, fully aware that Altor had been watching him. It was why Leon had stopped using the pagoda and its system altogether since the day he had encountered Bran.
"Quite a bold ask. Even I wouldn’t call myself truly immortal..." Altor muttered, casting a mocking glance at Leon.
"Then we’re done here. You don’t have anything I want." Without hesitation, Leon stood and prepared to continue his assault.
"Hold your horses, kid. I said *I’m* not immortal—not that immortality doesn’t exist." Leon’s abrupt movent surprised Altor. He hadn’t thought the kid was this impatient. "There are several ways to achieve what you call immortality. I might not know exactly what you’re after, but I do have so options."
Leon sat down once more, and Altor began to explain.
"The pursuit of immortality… many have devoted their lives to it, from lowly lords to pinnacle existences existences who had once shook the world. Throughout history, this pursuit is nothing special, if you ask ."
Altor had lived long enough to witness countless others chase immortality, but it was never a goal he took seriously. After all, he had outlived most of the so-called pinnacle existences who pursued it.
"Get to the point," Leon urged, impatient.
"Okay, okay." Altor waved his hand, and a scroll appeared in it. "This scroll contains knowledge of several peak existences I knew in my day who sought the sa path as you. It will not only instruct you on their past and habits but will also guide you to their strongholds. I haven’t personally seen anyone achieve true immortality, so I wouldn’t get your hopes up."
"Still, if anyone has succeeded, they would be in here," Altor said. He had been absent from Finor for several millennia, so it was possible so of these old monsters had achieved their goals in his absence.
"I see." Leon reached out to inspect the scroll. However, as he did, Altor pulled it back abruptly.
"I want my property back," Altor said, locking eyes with Leon.
"Impossible. It’s already part of ," Leon responded without hesitation. Altor had been trying to retrieve the pagoda from him all this ti. It was the treasure Leon had supposedly "cheated" him out of.
"I know that. I don’t need what’s impossible to take. Just hand over the future orb and the Curse of the Seven Deadly Sins," Altor explained. The pagoda itself had already been absorbed by Leon’s treasured mountain—there was no retrieving it. But other treasures and functions could still be extracted, and that was what Altor wanted.
"Oh? That’s not a problem. I wouldn’t use them anyway..." Leon agreed, he had stopped using most of the system’s functions ever since discovering Altor’s influence over it. He had no intention of being manipulated.
Especially that future-prediction function—it was far too vulnerable to Altor’s interference.
"However, the Curse of the Seven Deadly Sins is mine, and there will be no negotiation on that," Leon added firmly. Altor readily agreed. He knew that Leon’s wives were tied to the Curse, and asking for it would be the sa as asking for Arian and Ember, sothing Leon would never agree to.
"Let draw up a contract, then," Leon suggested, pulling out a piece of paper from his side pouch.
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As Leon made this motion, his eyes t Altor’s, who laughed.
He wasn’t foolish enough to let Leon draw up any kind of bogus contract.
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