With a look of deep frustration plastered on his face, Glaton finally gave in and led Daniel to his private treasure vault.
This vault was located in an extrely concealed area. The items it housed were not ordinary—every one of them was a rare treasure, painstakingly collected by Glaton over several millennia. Each piece was the finest of the fine.
The Book of Souls was among these invaluable relics, which explained why Daniel had searched every corner of the City of the Undead in vain and still failed to locate it.
If Glaton had any choice in the matter, he would never have brought Daniel here. Because once this vault was exposed, if Daniel decided to loot it clean, Glaton would likely feel that death itself would be preferable.
But in front of Daniel, he had no ability to resist. After all, what could be more important than one’s own life?
Standing before the hidden vault’s entrance, Glaton’s face revealed a rare flicker of determination.
"Your Highness Daniel," Glaton said solemnly, "I cannot open this vault unless you release ."
"My life is in your hands. I fear that once you take what you want, you’ll simply kill to eliminate loose ends."
"If you disagree, then go ahead and kill now."
Glaton was no fool. He had already deduced Daniel’s true purpose—he wasn’t here to kill for sport, nor to rob Glaton of all his treasures. Daniel’s real objective was the Book of Souls.
That was why Glaton was gambling his only leverage—using the Book of Souls to bargain for his life.
To him, this might be his sole chance at survival. Because if Daniel got what he wanted first, there would be no more incentive to let Glaton live.
On the other side, Daniel heard Glaton’s conditions and gave him a warm, reassuring smile.
"No problem, my friend. I can absolutely agree to that."
"As long as you take inside, help retrieve the Book of Souls, and tell the whereabouts of the other Book of Souls, I will let you go. You have my word."
But Glaton wasn’t a child—he wouldn’t naively trust such vague promises.
His expression turned serious.
"Your Highness Daniel, I believe it’s best if we formalize this agreent through a contract."
Glaton feared death, yes—but he had no other choice. He was nearly certain that once his value ran out, Daniel would not hesitate to get rid of him.
So even if it ant risking Daniel’s wrath, he decided to insist on a binding contract.
Daniel’s face darkened with a hint of irritation. But it quickly faded, replaced with a calm expression.
"Very well. I’ll sign your contract."
Almost at the sa mont, Daniel’s avatar swapped places with his true body.
This exchange surpassed the limitations of space itself—so smooth and silent that even soone as powerful as the demigod-ranked Glaton couldn’t sense it.
On Glaton’s side, as soon as he heard Daniel agree, he instantly pulled out a contract scroll from his spatial pouch.
This wasn’t so ordinary piece of parchnt. Contract scrolls of this caliber were incredibly expensive, and their binding force was formidable—even demigod-level powerhouses couldn’t easily escape their terms.
In fact, scrolls like this were sotis used as materials for forging God-Rank skill scrolls.
Daniel’s eyes lit up with a flash of greed the mont he saw the contract.
Still, now was not the ti to make a move. There was no rush—once he took Glaton’s place entirely, all of this would eventually belong to him anyway.
anwhile, Daniel had already spread his spiritual perception outward—and what he discovered was astounding.
It turned out that this wasn’t the only vault in the vicinity. Quite the opposite. Within a radius of three hundred miles, there were more than a hundred vaults, ranging in size and complexity!
And the treasures within them were astonishing in both quality and quantity.
Daniel even found a large number of rare materials used in the synthesis of God-Rank Skills.
There was no denying it—Glaton’s collection was incredibly rich, surpassing even the haul Daniel had gathered throughout the Myriad Races Continent.
So of the items were so rare that Daniel had never even heard of them before—and now, here they were, resting quietly in Glaton’s secret vaults.
"Soul Heart, Reincarnation Godwood..."
These materials alone were enough for Daniel to learn not just one, but multiple new God-Rank Skills.
To put it plainly, even Daniel himself hadn’t expected to gain so much from this trip to the Undead Lands.
The efficiency here far outpaced anything he could manage in the Myriad Races world.
But for now, the most important task was to locate all of Glaton’s collections—then replace him entirely.
"I’m willing to sign the contract."
Daniel took the scroll, scrawled his na upon it, and the mont he did, the contract transford into a streak of light that shot into the sky.
A shimring screen of light appeared before him, displaying the full terms and conditions of the agreent.
On it were clear instructions about what each party was responsible for, and even more detailed were the consequences of violating the terms.
There was no doubt about it—this demigod-level contract possessed extraordinary binding force.
"Now, can you share everything you know about the Book of Souls?" Daniel asked calmly. "Once you do, I’ll remove the contamination plaguing your body."
Glaton nodded vigorously. With the contract now active, he had nothing to worry about. He began to tell Daniel everything he knew—no hesitation, no lies.
...
On the other side, Daniel’s true body was still with Kafka, continuing to mine Soul Stones.
No matter what kind of contract needed signing, Daniel would never let his true body do it—only his avatars would bear that risk.
At this mont, before Daniel’s true form lay a massive pile of over a hundred Soul Stones.
In the Myriad Races world, Soul Stones were considered incredibly rare and precious. But in the Undead Lands, they were as common as gravel.
Once the contract was finalized, Daniel’s main body returned to Glaton’s side.
At the sa ti, Glaton respectfully said, "Your Highness Daniel, please wait a mont."
With that, he summoned a portal.
This portal looked eerily similar to the one summoned by the Enforcers previously—black tendrils writhed at its edges, making it look unsettling and almost nauseating.
However, having experienced one of these before, Daniel stepped into it without hesitation.
Monts later, he found himself standing in an enormous, empty space.
Glaton began to introduce it.
"Your Highness Daniel, this is my personal vault. The Book of Souls you’re seeking is stored here."
"As for the other Book of Souls... it’s located above the stars. I have no ans of helping you acquire it."
"However, if you manage to travel to the Star Realm, you might uncover its whereabouts."
Daniel gave a small nod. At the sa ti, his mind power surged outward.
Sure enough, this was a completely isolated dinsion.
Without a specific thod to open the entrance, no one would ever be able to find this place.
No wonder he hadn’t been able to find the Book of Souls during his earlier search—the secrecy of this place made it completely undetectable.
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