SSS Ranked Awakening: Starting With My Limitless Cosmic Shadow System Chapter 85 - 0086: Uniqueness Of Celestial Stone

"Troy is now a Purple Mask, and he rarely spares anyone since no one is fit to give him an exciting fight anymore. So... Modret, what exactly did you do to gain his recognition?"

The lady finally took off her glasses, staring at Modret intensely with her silvery eyes.

Modret maintained his composure, laughing lightly.

"I just fought him, nothing much..."

The lady raised a brow. "Just fought him?"

Modret nodded.

"I completely destroyed his body a couple of tis. I thought he would die... but he didn’t."

"Oh, now I understand..." the lady finally nodded.

"Is he uniquely immortal? Has he been that way since he returned from the mountain?"

"Modret, have you heard of the effect of a Celestial Stone?"

"No."

"No wonder. The reason for Troy’s undying nature is due to a Celestial Stone. By fusing one’s heart with a Celestial Stone, one can obtain the ability of the Celestial and their near-infinite regeneration..."

"What???"

"That’s the truth. If our guess isn’t wrong, that should be a one-way ticket to becoming a Purple Mask in the Illuminati, although there are other ans..."

’That’s absurd!’ Modret was stunned by the thought of fusing one’s heart with a Celestial Stone.

’Who even thought of such a crazy idea? Humans are crazy!!!’

"Don’t dwell too much on it. Our conversation has ended for now. You should co say hi to your mother at least before heading to Antarctica—she misses you."

"You know my mother?"

Modret asked, then realized how stupid the question sounded. The lady was from the Axarel royal family—of course she knew his mother!

The lady also noticed Modret’s embarrassed expression.

"I’ll say hello to her for you. You should be grateful to her—she’s the only reason you haven’t been executed and have been granted this unique opportunity..."

Saying those parting words, the lady left the dazed Modret and walked back to the remaining four who ca with her.

She nodded numbly to the youth with freckles, and he imdiately activated his ability, causing a silvery glow to surface on everyone’s bodies.

In the next instant, the group disappeared.

Modret stood frozen in place, mories of his mother appearing in his mind.

For a mont, he felt slightly lancholic recalling the pretty lady.

’Speaking of which... her scarf should still be at the location where I t the Illuminati previously.’

Modret decided internally that the first thing he would do was go and collect the scarf before heading for Antarctica—the Celestial Academy.

With everything said and done, he and Axel left the Celestial Gate.

Just as they were departing, a line of information appeared in their line of sight.

[Congratulations on clearing a minor C-Rank Celestial Gate.]

[Rewards have been distributed accordingly...]

[Black Fire Sword Technique: Dust Dispersal]

[Type: Celestial-Tempered Black Fla Technique]

[Grade: C (Fragnt of an Unclassified Battle Art)]

[Description: A swift, silent, dispersing cut that releases one’s flas into the surroundings, leaving a dust of sword attacks which devour heat and sound alike.]

[Mana Requirents: Full mana of one at the Universe Realm to execute once.]

[Negative Effects: Strains the body; cannot be repeated consecutively at the Universe Realm and below.]

[Second Reward: 50 Celestial Coins.]

[Description: A coin used to purchase things in the Celestial World.]

Modret read through the lines of golden words calmly, feeling the faint weight of the Celestial Coins.

At that mont, the Cosmic Shadow System sounded in his mind.

[Congratulations on mastering the second fragnt of a Battle Art.]

Modret felt that, at so point, the mory of a unique sword technique had appeared in his mind, filling his thoughts and revealing another in-depth way of using the sword art.

’Unfortunately, I’m still not at the Universe Realm,’ Modret thought with a frown.

He had to get his hands on more of the treasures from before—and he knew the perfect person to ask...

The All-Knowing Blind Girl.

Although Modret was reluctant to see her since, just as the system said, he didn’t encounter any troubles, he knew that only she, who knew practically everything, would be able to find out about it.

’How frustrating,’ Modret exclaid, then turned to look at Axel.

"I also received a higher-rank Lightning Sword Art." Axel then explained the information of his battle art to Modret.

With all that done, both n left the place, entering the gradually cracking portal.

The mont they stepped out of the brown portal, it exploded—destroying the mountain in the process.

The rumble echoed thunderously into the distance, yet Modret and Axel just watched it calmly from the skies.

Suddenly, Axel interrupted Modret’s thoughts.

"Young Master... this..."

Startled, Modret raised his gaze in the direction Axel was looking—and then his eyes froze.

"What?"

A few kiloters from them were towering shadows, and they could hear fading shouts coming from the city.

Aside from that, there was fire everywhere.

In fact, it was no different from a world of fire...

Modret’s heart sank—and so did Axel’s.

"Young Master... we—"

"Go and save Angel and Celine. I have sothing to do for now..." After giving the order, Modret watched Axel vanish from sight, flapping his phantom wings.

He paused in his movents, then flapped his wings, heading toward a different location.

Along the way, Modret felt the urge to smack himself hard.

What the fuck was he doing?

Why was he heading in the direction of the Black Market when the city was being turned to ruin?

Why did he care?

Many questions kept appearing in Modret’s mind, but he didn’t pause for an instant. Instead, his speed increased exponentially, lightning crackling softly around him.

Finally, he arrived at the location of the tree after a long while of flying...

He noticed it was already destroyed, and despite placing his hand through the portal within the tree, he felt no spatial fluctuations.

’No!’ Modret shook his head, lightning crackling to life around him, dancing in sparks of purple light that burst apart into the surroundings.

Modret was about to go on a rampage when he spotted sothing hanging from the tree.

It was a piece of paper.

"This... when did it appear here?" Modret raised a brow curiously, then picked it up and opened it.

’My dear husband, I had to leave because, well, as you can see, just as I told you, the Illuminati is attacking. Rember, don’t let them have Angel. Well then, it’s nice to see that you care about ... I’ll see you so other ti.’

’From your lovely wife.’

"Fuck!" Modret cursed silently, almost burning the letter to ashes—but for so reason, he didn’t. Instead, a small wry smile ford on his lips.

"How could I forget about her damn ability?" Modret didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened as he recalled the warning from the little girl, Angel.

"Is the Illuminati here for Angel?"

Modret thought curiously, then began flapping his wings in the direction of the city.

Aside from saving Angel because he cared about her, this was the perfect ti...

To get his revenge on the Illuminati!