Rearing Demons
Chapter 121: Ritual of the Corrupted Crystal; Dirge of Glyphs and Ash

Chapter 121: Ritual of the Corrupted Crystal; Dirge of Glyphs and Ash

Yur stretched his arms and legs, casually stepping through the dense swarm of Glythari. Though their numbers appeared infinite, they were but tiny insects to him, easily crushed with minimal effort.

Opening his mouth slightly, he allowed several Glythari to drift inside, chewing on them to ease his growing hunger. But this wasn’t sustainable.

Consuming Glythari, despite their small and harmless appearance, was dangerous; devouring too many would eventually cause his body to rupture from within.

"Fuck off," Yur grumbled, irritated, swatting away the tiny creatures fluttering persistently around him.

Frustration mounting, he abruptly thrust his hands forward.

Ritual of Withering Chains!

Thousands of dark chains erupted from his palms, swiftly slicing through countless Glythari in seconds. Their tiny, glowing bodies plummeted, forming small hills of luminous corpses on the ground.

Yur walked indifferently through these small mountains of corpses, ignoring the soft, fading wails of creatures that moments ago chirped excitedly around him.

Gradually, their numbers decreased enough that Yur no longer felt suffocated by their presence.

But as he stepped beyond the secluded sanctuary he’d inadvertently created, his expression froze in awe.

Floating above him, colossal creatures drifted silently, their immense forms eclipsing the dim, otherworldly sky. Large, magnificent beasts perched atop towering trees, their countless eyes fixated intently upon him.

[Warning! Warning!]

[These creatures are all beyond Host’s current strength!]

[Death is certain if provoked!]

Cold sweat dripped down Yur’s back, his breath momentarily halted. These beings, though breathtakingly beautiful, emanated a fearsome and suffocating aura. Zul’s dire warning shook Yur deeply. Such stern words from the usually calm system meant the threat was terrifyingly real.

Rooted in place, Yur’s eyes cautiously examined the colossal creatures. Why had they appeared? Hadn’t this island been quiet mere moments ago? He struggled to accept how much time had actually passed while immersed in his studies.

[Host is advised to maintain a healthy population of Glythari around him. Glythari are beloved creatures in Glythoria. Excessive killing draws dangerous attention.]

You could’ve told me that sooner! Yur internally cursed, staring uneasily at the piles of dead Glythari. Perhaps, if he was lucky, these great beasts hadn’t noticed his reckless massacre.

Taking a slow, cautious breath, Yur knelt down to rectify the situation. He needed Glythari again, and quickly. If these massive beings cherished them, perhaps their presence might offer him some protection.

Thanks to his recent mastery, Yur carefully sketched intricate runes into the soft ground, creating a ritual circle.

He had spent considerable time mastering the mysterious and enigmatic Kha’Zaruun language, understanding how each delicate rune resonated with profound power.

Closing his eyes, he began to softly speak the ancient tongue:

⩇ Oh Gr Oh Dr Ss Oh Uu Ll Ah Nh Ss Tz Hh Eh Kh Rr Ee Ll Ah Uu Nh Dr. Kk Oh Mm Eh Nh Eh Rr Mm Ee, Brr Eh Nh Eh Rr Mm Ee, Ph Rr Oh Tz Eh Kh Tz Mm Ee.

{Oh beings of the Hidden Word, come near me, be near me, protect me!}

His words echoed with an otherworldly resonance, rippling gently outward. Gradually, streams of vibrant Glythari emerged from afar, drawn irresistibly toward him.

They gracefully circled, slowly reforming the luminous dance of colors around Yur’s body.

Gently, Yur reached out his palm, softly whispering another word of greeting:

⩇ Hh Eh Ll Ll Oh

{Hello}

Delighted, the Glythari danced playfully upon his outstretched fingers, chirping melodiously. Their presence filled Yur with profound peace and familiarity, a sensation even warmer than what he’d felt among humans or demons.

[As an Ashkavaal, Host is innately tied to rituals. Kha’Zaruun is your inherent language, making Glythari your natural kin.]

Yur raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, the Glythari are to me what humans and demons are?"

[Correct!]

"Then, is the Glythari bloodline also present within me?"

[Correct!]

A thoughtful smile appeared on Yur’s lips. "How many types of Glythari exist?"

[Infinite varieties exist. Kha’Zaruun is merely one among numerous glyph languages. Each language corresponds with unique Glythari.]

Yur nodded thoughtfully. This information clarified much and presented exciting possibilities.

"Very well, Zul. Help me shape a ritual," Yur instructed confidently. "I’ll create a foundation; point out any errors or improvements necessary."

[I shall assist the Host to the best of my ability!]

Satisfied, Yur sat cross-legged, his consciousness quickly diving deep into his Cyralim. Fortunately, within this internal world, Yur’s control was absolute, space was limitless, flexible to his every desire.

"Here’s my plan," Yur began explaining, tracing hypothetical runes and symbols within his mind. The envisioned ritual rapidly grew more complicated and expansive. The runes multiplied, increasing from a handful to hundreds, eventually reaching precisely—

[999 Runes! 999 Glythari!]

[Ritual of the Corrupted Crystal (Medium) successfully created!]

[9,999 Runes! 9,999 Glythari!]

[Dirge of Glyphs and Ash (Advanced) successfully created!]

[Congratulations!]

[Host has successfully created two unique Rituals!]

[Medium (1x)]

[Advanced (1x)]

[Reward: 5,000 Demon Points!]

[Reward: 20,000 Demon Points!]

Seeing the cascade of notifications, Yur smirked with deep satisfaction. His original ideas, though rough, had been expertly refined and finalized through Zul’s assistance.

While Yur’s rituals were somewhat simpler than the enigmatic rituals Zul typically offered, their potential power was immense. With his newfound mastery of Kha’Zaruun fundamentals, Yur had managed to conceive unique and powerful rituals—rituals never before seen.

Yet, as he inspected their requirements closely, anxiety began to creep in. Even the medium ritual required significant preparation and effort.

"Even this Ritual of the Corrupted Crystal is going to be tedious to complete," Yur sighed irritably, carefully reviewing the ritual descriptions again:

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Ritual of the Corrupted Crystal

Gather 999 unique Glythari within the Host’s carefully inscribed 999 runes. Convert each rune into a Corrupted Crystal. Burn the crystals and merge their energy into the Host’s bloodline.

Effect: Achieve Rank 4

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Dirge of Glyphs and Ash

Gather 9,999 unique Glythari. Using their blood, form the Heart of Glyphs and Ash. Immerse the Heart within the Ashen Veil, baptizing it in Origin Essence. Finally, replace the Host’s true heart with this newly forged Glyph Heart.

Effect: Achieve Rank 5

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Yur inhaled sharply, his brows furrowing. Zul had significantly elevated these rituals through precise enhancements, using resources Yur himself couldn’t yet fully grasp.

Even gathering a few dozen unique Glythari had proved immensely challenging; collecting thousands was dauntingly ambitious.

Yur now understood the subtle nature of Glythari, they were drawn to different stimuli, areas, and rituals. The types on this island were limited. He would need to explore far and wide, uncovering new environments and attracting new species.

"This," Yur whispered, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "will indeed be a very lengthy task."

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