Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me

Daniel even for a moment thought he had misread the announcements, but after checking again he was sure he hadn't.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. For a full month he wouldn't be able to use one of his Laws along with either his defensive or offensive skill.

Didn't this basically mean he was crippled? And since when were there side effects like this? Wasn't it supposed to only be the usual usage backlash?

He wanted to cry but had no tears. If he had known such side effects existed, maybe instead of winning he should've just run away.

His Fallen, seeing their master looking angry, trembled in fear. The next moment, before they could react, they were suddenly unsummoned and pulled back into the spiritual sea.

Daniel let out a sigh. Even though things had ended up like this, he wasn't really regretful. He had only come here for recording purposes, but he had gained a ton of unexpected benefits.

Not only did he acquire a large number of Fallen, but his physical power had also skyrocketed. His current self was at least ten times stronger than his self just five hours ago—when he first entered the battle with the Archbishop.

On top of that, he had also obtained a lot of new skills. He hadn't copied them yet, but when he got some free time he would definitely check the panel of his new Fallen.

Surely, he should be able to find a lot of useful skills there, right?

And most importantly of all, he had acquired a False S-rank Fallen! Such an existence was a true powerhouse. Wherever he went, people would have to treat him with respect.

His army of Fallen had now reached a very high level of power, and with such an army he could even establish a guild of his own.

Of course, he had no such plans. His current goal was to establish an intelligence and spy organization instead.

Then his eyes turned to the other announcements. Most of them were about the Exp he had gained, and one showed that his [Infidel] curse had grown stronger and reached level 6.

He frowned slightly. His intuition told him that he had entered a very dangerous situation, but he didn't know exactly what it meant. Because of that, he would have to investigate it later.

Closing the notification screen, he flew toward the Corruption Worshipers' base. Even though it looked destroyed, he was sure part of it was still intact.

The part he had intentionally left untouched. Without delay, he entered the collapsed mountain. Using mana, he cleared the way and soon reached underground, standing in front of a massive door.

It was exactly like the treasury doors he had seen in another Corruption Worshipers' base. Without wasting time, he used his strength to open it and grinned at the sight of all the gold coins, items, and treasures inside.

Without hesitation, he dumped them all into his inventory, leaving behind nothing but dust. Then he returned to the surface.

He pulled his ship out of his inventory and tossed it into the air. The next moment it expanded into a massive vessel. He boarded it and set course toward the Central Plains.

"If I'm not wrong, it should be a one-day trip to the Central Plains," he thought. He didn't plan on stopping anywhere to rest or anything like that.

It was finally time to return home.

….

While he was heading back to the Central Plains, he had no idea that his actions had already thrown the Corruption Worshipers' central headquarters into chaos.

Just a few days ago, one of their bases had been completely destroyed, causing them to lose all influence over the Lionheart family.

The high-ranking members of the Corruption Worshipers were furious, but since their exposure had drawn too much attention, they had been forced to drop the matter for now.

And now, not long after, they had received news that another one of their bases had been destroyed. And not just any base—but one of their border outposts.

Their border outposts were extremely important. With them, they could constantly monitor the status of borders between continents and also control intercontinental trade.

That was why they always placed an Archbishop in charge of those border bases. And now word had come that one of them was gone.

At the moment, in the Corruption Worshipers' central headquarters, located in an unknown and hidden place deep underground, a meeting was being held.

"Which bastard dared to destroy one of our border bases?!" a rough, killing-intent-filled voice roared.

As the voice echoed, the atmosphere in the room turned heavy and cold. Still, the others didn't seem to care much.

"Calm down. Being angry won't change anything," one of the cardinals said lazily.

"Easy for you to say, bastard. After all, the Pope never punishes you. But us? If the Pope finds out, we'll be severely punished!" the cardinal who had shouted earlier growled.

"Hmph, better watch your mouth!"

"Or else?"

"That's enough. We need to figure out who's responsible, not fight among ourselves." Suddenly an old voice silenced them both.

The other cardinals in the room looked at this man with respect.

The old cardinal smiled at the sight, then turned his eyes to a particular cardinal—a woman who was in charge of intelligence and investigations.

"According to our findings, the one who destroyed one of our bases a few days ago and the one who destroyed today's border base are the same person," the woman explained respectfully after seeing the old cardinal's signal.

"What? A single bastard destroyed two of our bases?"

"Who is this bastard? We must capture him immediately and put him through the worst tortures imaginable!"

"We couldn't determine his identity precisely," the woman said with some frustration.

"Then how do you know it's the same person?"

"Through the [Infidel] curse. The curse always leaves behind a trace, and we found that the remnants left at both destroyed bases were identical. Also, there were no corpses of our comrades in either base—it seems they've disappeared."

At once, all the cardinals frowned, feeling a strong sense of unease.

"Find this person. Since he bears the curse, he shouldn't be able to hide for long. Once you locate him, you and your subordinates will go deal with him directly," the old cardinal said calmly.

The woman nodded, and soon after, everyone left the room. The old cardinal then closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

"The situation isn't looking good for us Corruption Worshipers. The Pope is injured, two of our bases have been destroyed, and countless of us have died. Could it be that our destiny is reaching its end?"

But suddenly, as if recalling something, he opened his eyes. A gleam of light shone within them, and his hope returned.

"As long as our plan succeeds, as long as we can release one of those four… corruption will swallow the entire world, and we will be victorious."

"Hahaha!"