NOVEL NEXT Chapter 107 – Wild Hunt
A few months later, main world time. Within the micro-plane that Mordred plundered from Lord Erebus.
Mordred’s eyes are glued to the supercomputer’s holographic screen that reveals a stream of runic codes while Larissa sat next to him. Although she could pick up a new language extremely quickly, the programming language Mordred used contained profound information-path methods that she could not easily comprehend.
‘Perhaps, he invented a new language recently?’ Such were the thoughts of Larissa.
“Project: Wild Hunt is a… wild hunt, typically includes a chase led by us, former rank 6 ‘mythological figures’ escorted by ghosts or supernatural groups of hunters engaged in pursuit. It is based on Germanic pagan tradition...” Mordred elaborated.
“Germanic? Was that a small world under Morgen World’s Galaxy? Their culture is weird.” Larissa Agatha inquired.
“Germany is a small province in Holy Terra, and you have no right to mock my homeworld. If I recall correctly, the demon worlds under your rule have an orgy festival where your subjects eat each other… while fucking. Disgusting.”
“Two cardinal sins of gluttony and lust in one celebration. You call it gross, I call it efficient.” Larissa defended against his accusation. “Didn’t you have a torture plane where you farm negative emotions of the seven cardinal sins too, primarily ‘envy’. Is envy your original sin? You’re no better than me.”
“The evil on my hand is not for the sake of evil, but a means to pursue an end. Yours are evil for the sake of enjoyment, we are not the same.” Mordred bickered.
Larissa Agatha rolled her eyes. “You with your so-called ‘principle’. It always baffle me that a person of your calliber is a slave of someone else.”
“Hahah, I not a slave, not even to my own desire.” Mordred replied, not offended at Larissa’ rude remarks. “If I was, I would’ve become yours long ago.” Mordred added with a nonchalant tone. Larissa’s former race, Stygian Succubus, would’ve allowed anyone who had an intercourse with her to never forget the pleasure, thus addicted to her techniques.
There were stories where demigods of other worlds selling their own soul or the souls of their significant other for another chance of spending time with Larissa. Although Mordred sometimes enjoys his time with her, he wasn’t addicted in the slightest. The fact that Mordred isn’t influenced by her meant he truly isn’t a slave to his own desires.
“Then why are you scheming for the benefit of someone else?” Larissa rebuked. “I know you better than you know yourself. Your pre-reincarnation self, the Great Archmage, I know him like the back of my own palm. His motivation and his modus operandi, they are not like your current self-”
“Demon King of Grand Strategy, Paimon.” Mordred turns cold. “I let you run your mouth freely because I trust you can be more productive with it. Don’t force me to permanently take away your ability of speech.”
“I’ve gone over the line. I apologize.” Larissa wasn’t an idiot. She wanted to pry deeper about his past since she felt his focus is elsewhere. However, it seems like Mordred has put up certain limits to the virtual intelligence controlling his body. When certain topics popped up in a conversation, it’ll ping Mordred, therefore bringing back his full attention. ‘Tsk, I can’t use this method again.’ she cursed in her mind.
“Then, let’s get back on track. You were about to debrief me about Project: Wild Hunt.” She quickly pulled Mordred’s attention back.
“Hmm.” Mordred scoffed before his expression turned blank, the painful feeling when Larissa stared directly at his eyes is now gone. His consciousness must be replaced with the VI once more or he had suppressed his soul radiation. “As I stated before, Project: Wild Hunt is a wild hunt. The target of this hunt is obviously far more important than mere people that I need to kill. They are… potential braves.”
Larissa shook her head in disapproval. “The World’s Will karmic retaliation would absolutely obliterate you, this is a pointless endeavor. Killing the potential braves isn’t beneficial in any conceivable metric, it’ll only bring you bad luck. After all, the World’s Will can easily replace her candidates. I can tell you that because I too, have experience in subjugating worlds.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to raise your own Braves?” Larissa raised her eyebrow, adding to her previous words. “That’s impossible. The World’s Will is, to use your own words, a program or an AI. It follows a certain set of rules and regulations. When the ‘AI’ detects your karmic relation with the said braves, the World’s Will would retaliate in various ways: either by suppressing your luck, or simply changing the brave’s candidate.”
“And yes, in the past, I had difficulties in subjugating a world because of its heroes. In frustration, I sent a lump of telepathic will to the past to influence the future. Every time I did that, that world’s [World’s Will] either destroyed my telepathic will while it was traversing upstream across the river of time, or simply changed the Braves to better retaliate against me. In the end, I did not subjugate that world because the heroes hard-countered my methods.”
Mordred laughed. “Karmic retribution, heavenly tribulation, and the braves… What are their true function, really?” he asked rhetorically. “Humans have antibodies and heaven has heavenly tribulations. The braves are merely a type of heavenly tribulations being manifested in a creative, intelligent way. Their scale and triggers might be different, but they are extremely similar to antibodies within the human body: they exist for the sole purpose of protecting their hosts.
Hmm, maybe human antibodies aren't the perfect analogy. If us ‘Otherworldly Invaders’ are cancers which are harmful to the world, then Heroes are the scalpel used in cancer removal surgery. ‘When you stare at the abyss, the abyss stares back at you’. It refers to the fact that if you’re trying to learn deeper about the world, the world also learns something about you. The ‘surgeon’ is learning how to remove us, cancerous beings. Therefore, it is a race of how fast you can outpace the world.”
Larissa frowned. “I was a former Sovereign. In my peak-”
“I know what you can do and what you can’t do.” Mordred cut her off. “Most Sovereigns are Apex in their own field, but you are a triple-transcendent. If I said your learning capability is on the same level of those rank 6 Sovereigns… then I’ll be disrespecting you. Please, do not insult my intelligence. The reason why you are assassinated by me is because I plundered multiple demon worlds in search of your personal information, habit, methods, et cetera and blitzkrieg you with my late wife’s MEKA before you were able to react properly.”
Larissa can only sighed, letting him continue elaborating his theory.
“Your learning rate might be absolutely frightening that few beings could match. Only tripe-transcendents on the same level of you might be comparable… However, you mustn't forget that the World’s Will is the will of the world.” Mordred paused. “Let’s take it this way. I might be able to outclass Vladimirovich Stukov’s learning rate, but I definitely couldn’t outclass the learning rate of every single sovereign in Morgen World, nevertheless if their learning rate was added by the countless number of beings in the world.”
“The term [World’s Will] is an oversimplification. The phrase 'fighting against the world’ is quite literal when we’re infiltrating a foreign world, especially a Great World like Morgen World. The grass, trees, the soil, the wind, the people, all the lifeforms of the whole world… as long as their mind is connected to the world’s will, then the Will of the World knows about you. You are not only fighting against the environment, but you are fighting against the accumulated wisdom of all the living beings within it.”
“The father and daughter pair, ‘Abyssal Tzar’ Vladimirovich Stukov and the ‘Celestial Siren’ Vladimirovich Yulsaria will have different perspectives despite originating from the same region. If we compare them to the Hartina Kingdom’s ‘Myriad Transformation Ancestor’ Yamato Ryuuji, the difference would be huge since they are threading different ‘paths’.
Then, the ‘Sovereign of Blood’ and the Dark Elven ‘Lust Matriarch’ in the Land of Sand and Fire will also have different perspectives despite native to the same region. There are also ‘Armored Titan’ Reinhardt Jaeger, ‘Colossal Titan’ Bertholdt Jaeger and the deceased ‘Clockwork Titan’ Katharina Mise Richtofen of Kaiserreich.
‘Bright Saint’ Anais of central continent, ‘Darkblade Shadow’ Drogan from the Land of Sand and Fire, ‘The Shining’ Li Xing Ke of Qin Empire, ‘Vitreous Lotus’ Sharina Sharkrana of the Wood Elves and many more… There are more than a couple dozen publicly known sovereigns with their true body staying in Morgen World, and that does not include the popes of the Sacred Alliance’s churches in the central continent, nevertheless the Sacred Alliance’s Dragon Knights and their immemorial dragon mounts.”
He added, “Each of them have different life accumulation, experience, and perspective. After all, they are at least Apex or Transcendents in their own field. I wouldn’t believe it if someone told me that when I use my primary combat system, not a single one of them would be able to pick up its profundity and create a counter for it. Now then, imagine that the World’s Will possessed all of their perspectives, life accumulation, and experience. Furthermore, the World’s Will possessed literally the resources of the world to fight back against me. Would I be able to outclass the world’s will learning rate, or if it even matters, it's the depth of wealth alone?”
Larissa raised her eyebrow, disrupting his rhetoric. “Well, can you?”
“Are you fucking retarded? Of course not!” Mordred flicked her skull for asking something so dumb. “If I was, I'd be a ‘real’ Otherworldly Invader that causes far more lethal calamities than Demon King Maximilian, I’d probably be a true rank 7 existence: a Soul Venerable or even rank 8 if that realm existed at all! Though, considering my memories are fragmented and incomplete, I wouldn’t deny the chance of me being one of the four previous otherworldly invaders in the past is absolutely zero.
In any case, despite the fact that Sovereigns are the peak of a world or a civilization with relatively no weaknesses, each of us have our own specialization and roles. You, for one, are best at grand strategy warfare, excelling in grand battles that spanned in multiple battlefronts while staying protected on the backline. For me, I am best at assassination, infiltration and subterfuge.”
“Therefore, in my perspective, the best way to subjugate the World’s Will is not through outclassing its parameters. But rather, fooling it.” Mordred smiled. “As you’d understand, the [World’s Will] is comparable to an AI. It follows certain strict rules and regulations that allows all life to prosper. The absolute number 1 rule is the ‘way of the heavens’: to take from the surplus and to bestow at the deficit. Naturally, there are countless rules and regulations that even I am unable to comprehend, that’s why it was revered as the secret of heaven and earth.”
“And? How do you suppose to ‘fool’ the World’s Will, when it has the wisdom of all the living beings living within the world?” Larissa asked.
“In the history of Morgen World, there are four [Otherworldly Invaders], but why is none of them using sound-path like me? I am literally a foreign lifeform not from this world, not even from this galaxy or even this world’s Astral Supercluster, I am an existence from beyond ‘dead space’, so to speak. In reality, there are actually countless otherworldly invaders from outside of Morgen World’s galaxy arriving in this world one way or another, but only four of them warrant the World’s Will to produce Heroes and their Braves.”
He added, “Are you not curious why you, a Demon King, was able to enter the boundary of Morgen World without being branded as the 5th otherworldly invader? Considering your overall military power at your peak is far more powerful than Demon King Maximilian which took 9 Brave-class sovereigns to kill while being suppressed by the World’s Will, why are you capable of moving around freely in this world?”
“Am I not laced with your stealth methods? The absolute peak of an investigative method is a stealth method and vice versa, no?” Larissa inquired back.
“Yes, but that’s not the point. I am confident in my stealth methods, but they are not omnipotent. As I said, the World’s Will possessed the wisdom of all living beings of the world. The summer breeze, every blade of grass, the pull of gravity, the breathing of trees, the gentle sunlight… They are similar to a global, permanent investigative method. Living hundreds of years under constant surveillance that becomes better at detecting invaders would absolutely wear down my mental state, even if I am a Sovereign.”
“Then you-” Larissa was so shocked that her mouth couldn’t produce any words. She already had an inkling, but she subconsciously denied it because it was taboo amongst taboos.
“That’s right. The absolute peak of my research during my heyday: Rank 6 soul-path killer move, [Alternate World Reincarnation].” Mordred recites slowly. “Currently, the World’s Will consider you as her children. Though, if you openly use demonic or devil power so that a lot of people know you are a demon, sufficient for the World’s Will to notice your presence, that’ll be problematic.”
Larissa was shaken to the core. She knew some heavenly secrets that most people do not know due to her identity as a living fossil that lived tens of thousands of years. In fact, she was aware that type of method existed, but most who tried to use them did not survive. It wasn’t a matter of the potency of their methods, but the karmic retaliation.
Mordred being accused as the 5th Otherworldly Invader was the best proof. Sooner or later, the karmic retaliation of the world would harm reincarnators because it is against the natural order of things. Basically, things like resurrection or artificial reincarnation broke a large chunk of the ‘rules’ and ‘regulations’ of the heavens.
“Then, about fooling the world… Are you capable of becoming the Hero yourself?” Larissa asked.
“Hahah. As a matter of fact, it is possible for me to become a Hero.” Mordred touched his chin. “But that’s just suicide with extra step. You see, the Braves’ power is amplified through karmic luck and dimensional laws because they followed the world’s will. It’ll be like having countless heavenly tribulations assisting you in your endeavors. In other words, you are allowing the world’s will to steer you like an over glorified puppet. Since I wanted to murder everyone except a select few in this Great World, how can she allows me to gain power? If I became the Hero, would I still be myself who wanted to commit genocide and deicide? After all, the amplification of the world meant allowing the world’s will to infiltrate my sea of consciousness.”
“Okay, so Wild Hunt is not about killing the Braves but finding and subjugating them. Then, how are you going to control them?” Larissa raised a question. Mordred’s method to invade a world is quite different from her. “I’ve tried guilt, pleasure, greed… every cardinal sin imaginable, but my most effective one is pleasure, lust.”
“That’s because you were a succubus that fuck everything that has a dick. My ‘thing’ is murder, and not everyone like being deader than dead, I cannot corrupt the braves through my path.” Mordred shook his head. “Which is why, Project: Wild Hunt is split into two parts.”
Mordred alt+tabbed a few times and the supercomputer revealed a presentation that revealed a flowchart. With a glance, even Larissa who does not play around with technological tools could understand.
“The first part is to find out who the potential braves are. But, we wouldn't be able to know how many Braves will appear in this generation, it’ll be depending on how ‘strong’ the 5th Otherworldly Invader will be.”
“Well, how strong are you?” Larissa asked because even the common mortals already acknowledged the Devil King, which should be Mordred, would be the next enemy of the world. “Approximately how many Braves would be enough to kill ‘Devil King’ Mordred?”
Mordred pondered for a brief moment, “In my previous life, I was able to cripple 6 brave-class Sovereigns without my primary combat system before dying under their hands. However, having more people isn't necessarily better if you’re up against me. I have a heal on kill trait. Cannon fodders would instead empower my foundation instead. I am a literal counter for Sovereigns like you.
During my last battle as the Great Archmage, if I were to suddenly switch to my original combat system instead of the ‘Great Archmage’s, I might be able to kill all the Braves and murder half of the central continent’s population as long as Vladimirovich Stukov do not make a move. Even so, the gods would act and support the World’s Will. If they ignored the expenditure of their Divine Kingdoms, I’ll be helpless. After all, my combat system is extremely weak against puppets or soulless beings in general, and I’m sure they did not lack the methods to construct an endless number of them.”
‘Before the last battle, I heard Machine God Oppenheimer has begun developing divine machinery: Angels.’ Mordred shook his head, distracted. ‘Even before the End War began, the world had already begun the development of countermeasures for me, this should be the karmic retaliation from my decisions. If he is successful, the Dragon God of Time would definitely force him to share the design and in less than a decade, the gods will have an endless number of angels with different concepts… I had to investigate the truth before I could initiate the End War, and if possible, sabotage his research. Otherwise, I’d be eliminated before big brother Crimspur’s true body can arrive in this world.’
He quickly retracted his thoughts, “That being said, if I successfully combined the combat systems I collected over the years to complete my ‘Armored Soul Tribe’, I might be able to completely erase my weakness. I could probably take on 9 Braves on the same level of Lamost Pendragon.” Mordred paused, lost in thought. “But then again, magic resources would be pretty hard to replenish in the Boundless Astral Plane, especially in dead space, so I’d probably complete the Armored Soul Tribe through combining technology and soul.”
“Aren’t you overestimating yourself?” Larissa raised her eyebrows, she did not trust most of his words. “Sovereigns aren’t cannon fodders. Due to the conflict of paths, it is difficult for characters of their caliber to work together. However, the Braves could cheat because they are under the support of the World’s Will, their performance would not x + y = (x + y), but x + y = (xy)^2. If there’s nine of them…”
Mordred reveals a grin. “That’s the point of Wild Hunt, I’ll be ensuring they won't be able to work together to the fullest, not allowing them to produce exponential results. The second part of Wild Hunt is related to converting them into my sleeper agent, or if that’s not possible, to weaken them.”
“Weaken them? Please elaborate.” Larissa wondered. As far as she knew, if the ‘hero’ is too weak in a sense that they are not capable of reaching the realm of Sovereign, then the World’s Will would simply change the brave. However, if the brave could reach the realm of sovereign in the first place, then they wouldn’t be weak because sovereign is the peak of a world, or a civilization.
“I’m not saying a weakness of their power or cultivation, but a weakness of their heart.”
“A mental trauma?” Larissa raised her eyebrow, baffled. “That wouldn’t work. Those who reached the realm of rank 6 Sovereign would have a strong will sufficient to swim in the river of time, they are capable of scheming across timelines despite not cultivating time-path. It means not only their cultivation realm, but their mental realm is also unshakable. Yes, every Sovereign has a screw loose somewhere in their brain, we ‘Sovereigns’ are insane in a sense that they are obsessed with something, but that obsession is the foundation of our power. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to reach rank 6 in the first place.”
As stated before, rank 6 Sovereign isn’t cabbage that can be found in the market. Anyone who stands at the peak of a world or a civilization would have special qualities that allow them to be revered as a ‘Sovereign’.
The man chuckled. “Then what if…” He paused, “The Brave’s will and the World’s
will are branching out after reaching a certain point. For example, what if the Brave has the ambition to ascend as a god. Sounds familiar?”After thinking for a few seconds, Larissa frowned. “‘Seven Spear’ Lamost Pendragon? Did you do something to that poor bastard?”
The cheeky smile on Mordred's face made Larissa want to punch the shit out of him, but then again, his rank 2 AT-Field would probably render her fist into black dust. “Have you ever heard of the concept ‘Inception’?”
“Nope.” Larissa understood what it meant, but not the context.
“Well…” Mordred shrugged his shoulders. 'Development of dream-path in Morgen World’s neighboring galaxies is limited to specific dimensions, it is almost unheard of. Due to Morgen World’s over-appreciation of the nine elemental paths, interest in developing dream-path isn’t too strong. Not knowing dream-path concepts is understandable.’ Some information is so crucial that mere knowing it could cause karmic retaliation. It is better left unsaid. In fact, he had risked so much by speaking the name. “Let’s forget about that.”
“Fine.” She shrugged, hypnotizing herself to forget what Mordred had just said so that she wouldn’t be infected by negative karma. “How do you accomplish the first part of Wild Hunt? The Land of Autumn Rain has four major countries. In the Hartina Kingdom alone, there’s around 10 billion people, and that does not include the population living in the sub dimensions controlled by the kingdom or their cultivators. If we’re talking about the neighboring Qin Empire…” Larissa’s words trailed off. She was implying that there’s no way to find the potential braves so easily.
“Ah, we can narrow it down. I have information from my future self that one of the potential Braves is from Hartina Kingdom.”
“YOU WHAT?” Larissa stood up. “YOU’RE SCHEMING ACROSS TIMELINES WITH YOUR RANK 2 CULTIVATION?”
“Of course not.” Mordred gestured to her to calm down. “It wasn’t me, but my rank 3 future self. He knew the dangers in the River of Time and the karmic backlash of manipulating timelines, and don’t worry, although he isn’t a Paragon yet, he had taken propper countermeasures.”
Hearing his reasoning, Larissa’s wrath cooled down quickly as if it was merely a lie. “Good.” She has the qualification to lecture Mordred in this aspect since she’s an Apex of time. “Then, if we use the 10 billion population of Hartina Kingdom and estimate the potential sub dimensions under their control, we only need to search 1 in 100 billion people. That’ll be far easier than the whole world.”
“Even better.” Mordred smiled as he pointed at his right eyes that slowly turned golden. “I already refined the [Heaven Prying Eyes] and a supercomputer to house the deep learning algorithm required to pinpoint the braves. What we need to do is simply travel to collect data while completing the Secret Division's tasks. Right now, I am currently feeding it the data on the 4th Generation Braves that I knew. The algorithm would determine the features of the Braves sooner or later.”
“So convenient?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Yes, but not really.” Mordred produces a heavy sigh. “This supercomputer is barely above the peak of rank 2’s computation power. It cannot even hold a candle to an elite rank 3 Grand Mage with proper spiritual foundation. This is because of the awkwardness of making calculations against the heavens. If I make it as strong as a rank 3 legend, we’ll be dealing with rank 3 karmic backlash.”
“Hahah, it’s all made sense now.” Larissa laughed as she understood the ingenuity of Mordred’s method. “Scheming against the heavens is far easier when you are ‘weaker’ as the karmic backlash is far more mild, but when you are ‘weaker’, you can barely make changes in the grand scheme of things. We are in that sweet spot of being extremely weak, but being able to affect a myriad of things because of the arrangement you’ve made while you were the ‘Great Archmage’. In fact… you even used the nature of your cultivation technique to ‘weaken’ yourself so that you can scheme against the heavens…”
The edge of Mordred’s lips curved upwards while receiving a heartfelt compliment from an apex of time. He had already prepared countless numbers of arrangements, but unless he recovered his memory to the fullest, he couldn’t remember all of them.
He took out a mechanical eye with golden iris and presented it to Larissa. “I’ve refined a secondary Heaven Prying Eyes that connected to mine. I want you to use it while you’re doing missions in the main world. The secondary eyes contain an investigative method to detect karmic luck and pierce various counterintelligence methods.”
Larissa received the eye. She pondered for a few seconds before closing her left eye. When she opened it once more, her original eye was gone so she was able to simply put the prosthetic eye into the empty eye socket.
“You’re now a convert: a joint of man and machine! Your body should be able to handle a mere prosthetic eye, its neural burden is so light that it shouldn’t affect you at all.” Mordred inspected Larissa who’s currently connecting her nerves with the artificial eye.
“What’s this neural burden thingy? Should I be worried?”
“Considering your body spec, you can ignore it since you’re only using an eye, not like those Kaiserreich converts who got addicted to body modifications. Only mods refined by Katharina Mise Richtofen or myself are effective, mods made by other people would be weaker than your flesh-and-blood. With the assistance of the supercomputer through a neural link, as long as we’re within Hartina Kingdom, the supercomputer will receive the information that we gathered. I’ll make some more replicas and put them on drones with the resources I have on hand so we can further accelerate the data-gathering process.”
Larissa nodded in understanding. “Then, after we found our potential Brave, what are we going to do with them? We’ll be treading on thin ice, every single action that we do to them should be planned ahead, otherwise the karmic retaliation will get us.”
“We’ll be corrupting the braves while unveiling the heavenly secrets.” Mordred doesn't feel the need to elaborate his missing memories about the method to plunder the karmic luck of braves. In the grand scheme of things, it’ll delay the progress of Wild Hunt, but if he was able to find that method in his previous life, then he’ll be able to do it again in this life. “If possible, convert or indoctrinate them into our chess pieces, but if it proves to be impossible, then we’ll have to kill them in a way that their Brave candidacy will be passed on to others that’ll be beneficial to us in the long run.”
“Hmm, you’re going to need some fool to take on the karmic luck. He or she must be someone unrelated to any Sovereign, otherwise the said sovereign will be able to detect the rise of karmic luck and will be making a move.”
Mordred reveals an expression as if everything is all according to his plan. “I already found someone, actually. He is a wild savage that grew up in the mountains, having no relatives nor proper inheritance but possessing an acceptable potential. He’ll be an excellent Brave puppy.”
“His personality?” Larissa asked. Without a ‘screw loose’ in their head, most people could not ascend to and join the ranks of Sovereign.
“Vanilla. I haven’t been able to indoctrinate him, but I would be grateful if you’re going to help me with it.” Mordred squinted his eyes.
“Hahah, even if I purposely held back, I’d probably fucked him silly. That’s not good since I’ll be contaminating his path in the future. If you want to groom him through lust, a country bumpkin not exposed to sex from a young age is not good. Without resistance to pleasure, he’ll be a slave to it.”
“I have the solution for that.” Mordred alt+tabbed a few more times, showing a security camera that reveals a large breeding tube. Within, there was a melanin-deprived busty woman with long silver hair, submerged under transparent liquid. Even though she closed her eyes, a single glance was enough to determine her heavenly beauty that no mere ‘human’ could match. Her body has the ‘perfect’ proportions, with curves located where they belong ideally on a woman’s body.
For people of their caliber, it was clear that this woman is not a product of nature.
“You’re kidding, right?” Larissa squinted her eyes. “So this is what you’ve been up to.”
“I had to dilute the genetic materials that I took from your body. Our bloodline is too strong, so I have to mix it with the inferior bloodline of all sorts of intellectual races that we’ve been slaughtering during our missions, including those so-called ‘superior’ elves. I barely succeeded in refining her into a woman with a bloodline related to ice-path beasts.” Mordred glanced at Larissa who’s reading the parameters of the replicant. “Transfer student, check. White-haired woman with big boobs, check. An elegant and cold exterior but secretly a bitch-in-heat, check. An ambiguous background from a certain nobility house in the Seas of Eternal Winters1am tempted to simply just say 'Is a Russian', check. She’s raising so many flags that her mere existence would attract flies like rotting flesh. That dumb monkey fuck should be attracted to her…”
“Hahah. You really went all-out huh…” Larissa laughed.
“You only need to fulfill the last step, which was a Soul Link.” Mordred passed a tablet containing detailed minor inheritance on Soul Link. He, of course, knew a brief glance was enough for Larissa to completely comprehend Soul Link. “You can probably make up something based on my Soul Link that fits better with your method of splitting soul, so I’ll leave the details up to your judgment.”
“Alright.” Larissa happily left the room, heading for the replicant.
