Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 486 - 332: Asina: Am I Not as Good as Silf? (4)

Chapter 486: Chapter 332: Asina: Am I Not as Good as Silf? (4)

On the other side.

Imperial Palace.

Angry roars bellowed from inside Wozworth’s room, making Carol, who was standing outside, shrink back slightly, her small face pale and her eyes clearly filled with fear.

As a princess, Carol had always been fearless.

In the entire Royal Family, if there were an award for the least royal-like member, Carol would undoubtedly take first place, with a chasm-like gap between her and the second.

She feared nothing, whether facing demons on the battlefield or dealing with the rioters who stormed into the palace during the Mevis incident.

While her many brothers were hiding and screaming in fear, this girl tied the rioters’ necks with a whip, dragging their battered bodies wildly around.

All the while, she emitted strange laughter as she ran.

After the incident, some princes expressed that Carol was a bit more terrifying than the rioters.

But now, even Carol was feeling fear, her white teeth clenched on her lips, her slender yet athletic body trembling slightly.

All this fear stemmed from her father’s room.

Carol’s impression of her father had always been of a rough, wild, and hearty man who, without caring much, would smash his hand capable of breaking stones on your back with a slap and then burst into loud laughter, his mouth wide open.

He was deemed the least emperor-like of emperors.

Carol had always liked such a father.

But lately, over the past month, Carol wasn’t sure exactly when the change started; it probably began after Mevis’s incident.

Perhaps, influenced by the infidelity and betrayal of Empress Mevis and Princesses Angela and Sharon, the father’s temperament had drastically changed.

He constantly held something in his hand like a whip, his mood was unpredictable, and if anything displeased him, he would immediately start cursing and beating.

Not just the Empire’s ministers and nobles, but even the princes and princesses were no exceptions.

Sometimes, when facing her father, Carol felt a bone-chilling fear, as if the person before her was not her father, but a ferocious beast ready to devour.

Before long, the door opened, and a figure staggered out from inside.

One hand was covering his face, with crimson blood seeping through the gaps between his fingers.

This person was none other than Bernard Abbey, Wozworth’s third son.

Although his talents in training were not impressive, he was remarkably capable in national management and administrative affairs, favored as the next successor after the death of the elder prince.

But now, even Bernard could not escape Wozworth’s wrath.

Upon noticing Carol outside the door, Bernard’s face showed a somewhat awkward bitter smile: "Oh, Sister Carol..."

"What was it this time?" Carol bit her lip, asking.

She stepped forward and pushed aside Bernard’s hand.

It was obviously a brutal lash, half of the face was so battered that the flesh was mushy, and in some places even the bone within the rotten flesh could be seen, hinting at how fierce the Emperor’s whipping was.

With a little more force, perhaps the whole brain would have been shattered.

Bernard, somewhat frightened, glanced behind him before heading off into the distance.

After walking away for a bit, Bernard spoke up, "What else could it be about? It’s because the households of Marquis Gelo and Marquis Huoqi have always been at odds; at times, they even come to blows."

"Both these nobles are steadfast members of the Royal Faction. The Emperor did not want to see discord within, so he sent me to mediate."

"I’ve been running around for over a month, finally getting the two families to shake hands and sit down for a few drinks. When I reported this to the Emperor, he suddenly became furious, accusing me of deliberately courting nobles to build my own power and plotting to usurp the throne... Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Bernard’s face showed resignation, leaving him wondering whom to reason with, while Carol tended to the wounds on his brother’s face, causing Bernard to grimace in pain.

He unfolded a Magic Scroll and a gentle Holy Light enveloped his face, gradually healing the wounds.

Bernard touched his cheek, relieved that his handsome face was not ruined. He paused before speaking again, "I’m actually one of the lucky ones. Number Eight had it worse; yesterday the Emperor beat him until he lost control of his bladder. He hasn’t left his room all day. I suspect he’s nearly crippled by now. What in the world has gotten into the Emperor?"

Carol frowned deeply, unable to bear it any longer, "I’m going to find Father..."

But before she could take a step, Bernard quickly grabbed her wrist, "Oh my dear sister, please don’t. If you go now, the Emperor might think I put you up to it, then he’d really beat me to death."

"I hate to say it, but... it seems like Father has truly gone mad!"

...

Inside the Emperor’s sleeping chamber, Wozworth was disheveled, devoid of any imperial dignity.

His hands clenched a blood-stained, dark gray whip, his eyes were bloodshot.

His throat was gasping for air, and it seemed like he could hear chaotic, noisy voices, as if countless people were laughing madly in his ears.

All damn bastards.

These troublemakers want to kill him, to seize his throne. He, Wozworth, would never allow such a thing to happen.

Especially those little bastards, he’s still perfectly alive.

After panting violently for a while, Wozworth’s mood seemed to stabilize somewhat as he raised his hand to look at the dark gray whip in his palm.

The body of this whip was a sweat hair he had ripped from the giant right hand in the underground palace.

Wozworth’s eyes were full of obsession.

Since he had carried this object, in no time at all his level had increased by one, reaching Level 94.

It’s known he had been stuck at Level 93 for several years.

And this was only a fraction of its power. He could feel inside this piece of sweat hair, much more power waiting to be absorbed.

Not enough!

Not enough!

He wanted even more.

If such astonishing energy was contained within a mere hair, what about in the blood?

The flesh?

The meridians?

The marrow?

There must be even more energy there... Now so many people were trying to kill him, to seize the Emperor’s throne, he needed to become stronger.

Wozworth’s eyes became redder and redder.

He was like a total madman, opening the passage to the underground and appearing once again before the Divine’s Right Hand.

The horrifying pressure made Wozworth’s body prostrate on the ground, but the situation seemed much better than last time. Wriggling, Wozworth finally crawled to the presence of the Divine’s Right Hand, staring at the crystalline blood beads and the crimson chunks of flesh.

The next second, Wozworth could no longer control himself, a suppressed growl emanated from his throat, and he suddenly pounced, opening his mouth like a pure beast and began tearing at that crimson flesh.

After a long while, Wozworth finally wiped the corner of his mouth contentedly, having not bitten off a piece of flesh, but at least he had swallowed a drop of fresh blood.

This should count as a decent harvest!

But before he could enjoy his peace for long, an indescribable, intense pain swept through his body instantly. His entire body convulsed violently on the ground, spasming and howling.

Pain... Pain unbearable as if to wish for death!

...

The Hero’s palace.

Asina’s room.

Her long eyelashes trembled gently, and Asina, who had been asleep for a long time, finally opened her eyes.

She had not slept so comfortably for a long time, her chestnut eyes still carrying a bit of confusion, not having figured out what exactly had happened to her.

After some time had passed, scenes began to unfold in her mind.

Ah, that’s right, she had been studying the Stone Plate when she felt an indescribable, weird presence watching her, then hallucinations appeared before her eyes, her consciousness was invaded, and by using a knife to cut her thigh, she had finally managed to break free from the illusions through the intense pain.

Then, Qin Chu appeared, indicating that she might have been corrupted by the Evil God and needed treatment.

Treatment?

Recalling the scenes from the treatment, Asina felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

To be honest, that treatment was really terrible.

Especially since it was in front of Silf, Asina did not know how she had endured it. According to Silf’s guidance, she had opted for the second treatment option.

It still hurt a bit.

Unsure of the results of the treatment, just then, Asina felt that the room was still lit, and a figure was sitting in front of the desk, reading the Stone Plate.

That scene startled Asina, but on closer inspection, she realized it was Qin Chu, and her heart relaxed a little.

Just then, Qin Chu seemed to sense the disturbance behind him, turned his head towards Asina, and smiled, "You’re awake?"

The candlelight shone on Qin Chu’s face, which, although still was the familiar countenance, inexplicably made her heart rate increase.

It seemed that Qin Chu was unusually charming now.

Asina gently shook her head, her wavy, long hair swaying lightly, suppressing the chaotic thoughts deep within, "Qin Chu, how am I doing? Am I marked by the Evil God like Silf?"

"No," Qin Chu shook his head, "Your situation is different from Silf’s."

These words slightly relieved Asina.

"Your situation is worse than Silf’s."

Asina puffed her cheeks in speechlessness, glaring at Qin Chu with irritation. Can’t you say everything all at once? Please don’t gasp like that, alright?

"Let’s just say, inside Silf’s body, there’s a mess of threads left by the Evil God."

"Whereas in your soul, a bunch of Evil Gods are holding a meeting..."

At that, Asina was dumbfounded, feeling a mix of wanting to cry and wanting to laugh!

I’m just an ordinary woman.

What sins did I commit in my past life?

How virtuous and capable must I be to have a bunch of Evil Gods holding a meeting in my soul?

"Inside your soul, there is a huge altar, and on the altar, there are statues of seven Evil Gods..."

"I’ve destroyed one of them, sorry, I just couldn’t clean them all up in one go, the consumption of spiritual power is just too severe."

Asina was speechless—so, to be fully cured, she still needed at least six more treatments?

With her cheeks flushed, she was surprised to find that she not only didn’t resist this treatment, but also... was somewhat looking forward to it.

"By the way, Asina..."

"Would you be interested in learning a little about..."

Learning? Learning what?

I’ve already done so many things with him, what don’t I know yet?

This time even the last part was taken away by Qin Chu, could it be that he was still unsatisfied and hoped I could learn more?

From whom should I learn? Silf?

Is he saying that compared to myself, Silf is more satisfying to him?