Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac Chapter 8: Defeat is not Cultured!

As guilt took over Mithras' heart, making him bla himself for this outco, a series of system prompts echoed in his mind.

At Mithras' request, the system listed the perks of Ishtar's mutation.

Based on common knowledge, first-class Gene bearers like Arian could only temper themselves to the first level of the Golden Palace—aning that Akamana likely possessed a king-class mutation at the very least.

This was not good news. Relying on raw power alone, there wasn't a faction in the Purple Dawn Continent that Mithras could use to defeat her—much less in six months.

Or was there?

'The Red Cloud Theocracy, number two of the Purple Dawn Continent, only has three Golden Palace tier powerhouses—five if you include the retired grand priest and headmaster.

The Angra Theocracy has 20.

But in the Blood Slting Kingdom, to say nothing of the Golden Palace—even Great Expansion rank templars are few and far between. Doesn't this an that if I can train or take control of a couple Golden Palace rank templars, I can take over the Blood Slting Kingdom?

Think bigger. With my abilities and system, how hard would it be to take control of the Red Cloud Theocracy's headmistress and train her to Akamana's level?

Six months to defeat Akamana on my own is not realistic. But I don't have to. Pit wolves against wolves. Let the hussies tear one another to shred and collect the benefits. To get my sis back, I don't need six months...just a good use of my brain and secret juice.' In a flash, a series of plots flashed through Mithras' mind.

Had Akamana just wanted to train Ishtar into her successor, the situation wouldn't have been that urgent. But the hussy was actually conspiring to turn Mithras' sister into the avatar of an Antigod.

To say nothing of Ahriman. Even if Ishtar had been selected to beco the Avatar of the Holy Savior, Mithras would still do his best to foil that plan.

The two had yet to et, yet Akamana had beco Mithras' worst enemy.

He didn't just want to defeat her.

He had to make her give up her ambitions and bankrupt the Angra Theocracy for a chance at slobbering on his dick!

"Akama di Angra...you have taken the road of ruin and can only bla yourself for what I will do to you," Mithras said in a calm and chilling tone—causing Cassandra to shudder at the audacious words.

"Hehehe, quite the bold statent for a little slave!" At that ti, a shrill voice echoed from behind the door, rattling Mithras' ears.

In synch, Mithras and Cassandra turned towards the entrance, where a bloodied Arian held onto his dislocated right arm.