NOVEL NEXT Chapter 83: Dustin Terrath
*Dustin Terrath's POV*
Hanging up the phone while those whores were laughing at my cock I noticed that the servant I had been using to satisfy my lust was trying to stifle her own laughter.
"Bitch, are you fucking laughing at me?"
"Pfft, No my lord never...AHhahaahahaa it is true you ti-"
*BOOM*
I did not even let her finish as I overloaded her body with my mana making her explode in a shower of red sparkles. I got tired of cleaning blood up everytime I killed one of our servants so I created a new skill that turns the mess in to sparkles that are solidified by my mana.
Ever since I reached the peak of the core formation stage, I couldn't advance any further. It was infuriating. I had my pitiful wretch of a father's blood in me, holding me back from advancing, almost making me start using women as cultivation furnaces.
Thankfully, I haven't fallen that far yet.
What happened today though will not be forgiven. I quickly got dressed in my finest battle attire my gleaming silver breastplate shone in the sunlight as I stepped out of our Manor.
While mounting the motorcycle I had recently bought I revved the engine thinking about how when I get to the castle everyone will stop mocking me.
Tearing out of our gates I raced down the road at extreme speeds. The police and city guards were furious and chased me shortly before realizing I was the prime ministers son they backed off and abandoned the chase.
"Hmph, fools, all of them. I will have my father investigate and see which of the peacekeepers are not in our pockets..."
{An easy thing because I have made it so there is a difference between city guards and police, we will call the combined forces simply peacekeepers.}
Shaking the thought off, I revved the engine and downshifted, making the bike wheely as I approached the Palace walls.
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*King Mathias's POV*
"How dare you come into my palace and start spewing insults around like you are the king of this land!"
I was furious, to say the least, this little man had finally gotten too big for his breeches. I had slammed him to the ground with my aura. Nobody in the kingdom truly knew my cultivation level besides those who were stronger than I was.
To see the horrified look on the Luke's face brought me no small sense of joy. My hidden joy turned to horror though as a green sickly aura surrounded him and he was able to shrug off my aura.
Standing up, he had a malicious smile on his face while looking at me.
"You fool, I told you I was going to have the last laugh. I admit that your strength took me by surprise, but there is still nothing in front of me with my connections. Like this little thing, it was a gift from the emperor of the underworld."
{I will be adding a dark section of the continent to the book. It will be mostly comprised of undead beings of all manner.}
He said while showing off a totem that had a sickly aura coming off of it to protect him.
I cursed in my heart because my father had let this man get close to the nations surrounding us. I could only imagine the things that he was able to secure for himself as prime minister all the years.
I regretted following my fathers last wish to keep luke on as prime minister. I can only assume that he had somehow poisoned my fathers mind to make such a request from me when I had been trying to expose the man for what he truly was.
After becoming king I was too busy to pursue luke any longer and honestly forgot about the fool as he rarely showed up in the palace unless it had something to do with him personally or when delegates from a different nation were coming.
"I was truly foolish to let you fester in my nation for so long, Luke..."
I spoke tiredly and glanced at Axel. The man seemed relaxed as his women and himself watched what was happening with nuetreal looks on their faces. I really wanted the boy to become king now. I felt drained after so many years of this. All I really want to do is go out exploring again with my friends and see the world again.
My thoughts were broken by the doors to my dining hall exploding inward with great force.
Before the dust could even settle, I heard Axel's magnetic voice echoing in the room.
"Took you long enough... Hmm, Core Foremation Peak, not bad... It seems, though, you are stuck and cannot advance anymore, right?"
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*Axel's POV*
I looked on, watching the spectacle of the king trying to suppress the man who had just defamed my loves. I couldn't help but wait for his son to arrive so I can beat him to death. The man could have easily been a good person but I could tell just from looking at him that he was a spoiled young master type.
The King looked over at me while I sat with my loves watching everything happen. I could see the tired look in the kings eyes. I couldn't help but think he was going to drop all of his responsibilities on myself and my lovely Eva.
Just as I was thinking about everything the doors to the dining hall exploded inwards. Byron waved his hand and contained the explosion. I had wondered why he wasn't intervening with everything but then it hit me. His cultivation level was supposed to be a secret to the populace besides his own family and the royal family.
I extended my senses quickly feeling the fools cultivation level and I was not impressed. He was weak and his aura was not stable at all like he had used too many pills and grew to this level artificially. A happy surprise happened right before I opened my mouth though. I heard a voice I had been aching to hear for quite awhile now.
[DING]
[Host, do not be fooled by the man in front of you. His aura is unstable, but he still holds incredible power. He has numerous hidden artifacts on him. I will say, though, that you have accumulated quite a bit of cultivation years...]
I grinned hearing her voice and explanation. I thanked her in my mind and received the equivalent to a mental kiss on the cheek from her. to be honest it took everything in me not to blush. I shook those thoughts off though as I stood and spoke to the intruding fool.
"Took you long enough... Hmm, Core Foremation Peak, not bad... It seems though you are stuck and cannot advance anymore right?"
As the dust cleared I saw his face in a mask of rage after hearing my taunts at him. I probably hit a sore spot with how angry he looked. I had to chuckle at him because he looked like a constipated badger that hadn't shit in a week.
"Peasant, I do not know who you think you are bu-"
"Shut the fuck up guy, I don't want to hear your pointless monologue. You will die just as every single other young master type has..."
I shot forward at the end of my words moving so fast no one could track me even my fathers in law couldn't see me besides a blur of silver.
Approaching the fool quickly, I swung my fist at his face. Just as my fist neared, a blue aura encapsulated him in some sort of shield that blocked my attack. The shield quickly formed a crack as my physical power was too much for it to hand.
Smashing through the shield I saw the man shift from horror to a large grin. I had a bad feeling but I couldn't pull my fist back before his next artifact took action against me.
As I punched him, sending him a few meters away from me, I looked down to see an insect-looking thing attached to my hand. Just as I was wondering what it was, I heard the fool's maniacal laughter.
"Hahaha you fool! That is one of the soul eating artifact that was developed by the Phantoms of the Underworld. The Phantom Artifacers there are some of the best in the world. This little bug attached to you will suck your pitiful soul right out of your body leaving it behind so I can make a corpse puppet out of you!"
He spoke with conviction, but the sad thing was I felt nothing of the sort happening. My soul had initially felt a tug but I broke that connection with sheer willpower. I kept staring at him for a moment.
"So, I don't feel anything... You sure this was the real deal?"
I could see the shock on his face but he quickly masked it before pulling another artifact out of his spatial ring. It looked like a tanto blade that would have been used in fuedal eras.
I could feel the danger coming off of this one. I knew for a fact I could not let this thing touch me at all. Call it luck or instinct, but I jumped back just as a phantom blade moved through where my neck had previously been.