Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 728 - Capítulo 728: 104 Parasitic Seed

Capítulo 728: Chapter 104 Parasitic Seed

In the city center of Alria, the hotel’s turnover was plumting in a stark dive.

The reason was straightforward: due to the occupation by the Undead Army, human tourists had almost stopped visiting this seaside city, and the undead themselves had no need for sleep.

Thus, it wasn’t just the hotels in the city but also the catering industry, entertainnt industry, and other tertiary sectors that were shutting down or closing their doors, incurring losses so severe that even the owners were afraid to acknowledge the accounts.

As for the few out-of-town guests who had managed to check in, the hotel staff treated them like treasures—since the whole southern part of Iberia was overrun with undead, these guests had mostly postponed their original plans to leave, but that didn’t an they wouldn’t switch hotels.

That day, a guest had just returned from outside, her hands laden with large and small bags of food… seemingly supplies she had purchased from outside.

Hence, the hotel attendants eagerly gathered around, helping her carry the bags all the way to the fifth floor, directly to her room door.

“Back already?” The one who opened the door was Thira.

“Yes.” dea brought in the food supplies and saw Nora, Sigrdrifa, Peggy, and Aske all gathered around the table playing Ludo.

Eleanor was sitting at a small table by the window, still working on her plan.

“How co you won again?” When Aske once again moved all four of his Ludo pieces to the finish, Nora smiled wryly and set down the dice.

“Oh my, such good luck befits a Squad Leader.” Sigrdrifa laughed heartily. In this ga, she had been the farthest behind; even three of her pieces got knocked back to the start halfway through, and by the end, she had not rolled a six to let them take off again.

“Truly worthy of being the Squad Leader, huh.” Peggy chid in, her sweet dimpled smile showing, though her gaze uncontrollably shifted toward the window.

Seeing her looking over, Miel quickly turned her head away, pretending to gaze outside the window along with Mia.

“New information?” Thira asked as she closed the room’s door.

“Yes.” dea flicked her hair, replying languidly.

The progress of spying on the city was surprisingly smooth. Because the undead were compromised in their Mind Bodies, they were particularly susceptible to mind-type Extraordinary Powers, so over the past few days, without much effort, dea had managed to plant seeds in them.

Parasitic Seeds, a skill she acquired upon advancing to Lv.12, inspired by Raphael using the Eden Fruit to implant a backdoor in people’s minds.

The Mind Seeds derived from the Manipulation Law silently settled on any Mind Body and would gradually root themselves deeper, continually feeding back all their thoughts and activities to dea, no matter the distance—essentially turning the parasite into a part of dea’s surveillance.

As ti progressed, the seed would root deeper and deeper, exploring not just what the host thought but even every segnt of their mory, every fleeting thought… until the host’s Mind Body was completely penetrated like a sieve, every action fully transparent to dea.

This Skill—other than dea herself, no one knew exactly when she had grasped and leveled up in it; she herself always kept it mysteriously unntioned. Only recently when Aske asked her several tis did she provide so vague data.

For example, she could maintain simultaneous surveillance on up to 18 Parasites; if this number was exceeded, she’d have to disengage so to include new Parasites into her network.

And, for instance, using the Mind Line on parasitized enemies was almost instantaneous in connection, significantly enhancing both speed and stealth.

Although Aske was well aware that she must still be concealing the actual effects of the skill, he keenly recognized the real value of this ability:

Though it was purely an investigative skill with no offensive capability, the crucial aspect was that there was no upper limit to the number of Parasites.

Only monitoring the parasite would consu dea’s spirituality, while simply maintaining the existence of the parasitic seed itself did not require any.

That is to say, in an extrely ideal environnt, dea could even plant parasitic seeds in every creature in the world, and the potential effects would be terrifying.

For example, everyone who battled the Lord of Filth in Bavaria knows that due to their mastery of Law and Bloodline, they could rge their body with any rat and seamlessly switch within the “rat network.”

That ant to defeat them, you first had to find their main body, and even if you killed them swiftly, they could quickly switch to another rat’s body.

This kind of bizarre tactical approach was undoubtedly the bane of most Transcendents—even soone as invincible as Eleanor or Peggy, who could curse death and effortlessly kill dozens or hundreds of rats, was unable to locate the enemy’s actual body.

But dea could secretly plant parasitic seeds in a large number of rats before the battle.

Then, when the opponent’s main body transferred into a parasite, she would suddenly shoot out a Mind Line to control them. This was the strength of a Mind Type Law—not adept in direct assaults but incredibly effective in reconnaissance and control.

“Counting today, how many undead spirits have you parasitized?” Aske asked casually.

“I’m not sure, probably a few hundred,” dea responded nonchalantly, then suddenly grinned mischievously. “You know, Aske, I encountered an Undead Wizard today.”

“Who?” Aske asked.

“A guy nad Ansalra,” dea looked at Miel.

Miel was briefly startled, then realized: This Ansalra was none other than the wizard in the parallel world, Constantinople, who had resurrected her as a banshee.

Her emotions were slightly complex for a mont, but soon cald down.

That was just the original trajectory of fate, after all. Now she was Miel, not a Banshee Queen burdened with hatred, emptiness, and solitude!

Seeing Miel remain silent, dea said with a smile:

“That guy is currently obsessed with the so-called ‘Banshee Transformation,’ collecting various kinds of female corpses to create and improve different types of banshees. The invisible banshee we encountered at the city gate was one of his creations.”

“How disgusting!” Mia stuck out her tongue.

“dea, you an…” Thira realized dea had a reason for bringing up this person, it wasn’t just idle chatter.

“The scouting abilities of banshees, I don’t need to explain them to everyone, do I?” dea smiled proudly. “This Transcendent nad Ansalra, his Bloodline and Law are made for controlling banshees. If our team had these abilities, wouldn’t deploying a large number of invisible banshees around us provide a perfect reconnaissance and early warning for our journey?”

“You an…” Eleanor imdiately perked up.

These past few days, deeply engrossed in planning, she knew well how much unnecessary risk could be mitigated if they had a few hundred invisible flying spies.

“But how do you plan to do it?” She frowned, wondering if the plan was to capture him and torture him into compliance.

“Guess?” dea smiled slightly, flicking an invisible Mind Line that struck Eleanor’s Mind Body, protected by her will.