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Chapter 319: Chapter 316 - "So He Shall Be My Deity for This Lifetime

Su Ming’an swiftly initiated spatial vibration, causing two areas of space to jolt violently.

A white solid emitted a burst of red light, like a meteor hurtling toward the Soul Clan still sitting in their seats. The flames within seemed ready to burst forth, the crimson color leaking through the cracks—

"Boom——!"

The Soul Clan were about to move, but a fierce explosion had already engulfed them, completely shrouding the entire seating area.

Since it was a confined space, and the group of Soul Clan were still in a state of watching the show, they had no chance to escape in that instant.

Wood chips scattered, flesh and blood flew. Su Ming’an unsheathed his sword and cut through the arm of a Soul Clan member flying towards him.

The white solid that Su Ming’an had tossed out was the mechanical explosive he had crafted while speaking. Standing behind Archilev, no one saw what his hands were doing behind his back.

Together with the one he had created at the start of the game, he had thrown out two explosives in total.

The effect of the explosives was excellent. He had already witnessed their high-explosive damage in the Fourth World. Being detonated in such a place, their efficacy was even better, and he heard a sound like running water of kills ringing in his ears.

Kassan, standing beside him, trembled all over, seemingly unable to believe he was witnessing such a scene.

"Li... Little Na!"

He lunged forward, seemingly trying to rush into the flames, but his leg made a "crack" sound, and he fell to the ground in agony.

Su Ming’an paid no attention to this man. He simply swung his sword at the Soul Clan members who were escaping from the explosion.

"Swoosh!"

Blood spurted out before his eyes.

When he noticed someone trying to escape in another direction, he reached out his hand and summoned Shadow.

The seven Occupation Points he had saved were reduced to two. Shadow appeared with no words wasted, teleporting to another exit, covering the fleeing Soul Clan with a large area of spatial vibration.

"Boom——!"

In the sealed underground hall, blood and flesh flew in all directions.

Bodies lay scattered on the ground, mutilated and still smeared with unextinguished flames.

Kassan crawled into the dust and debris, where under the splinters he found little Na, who had fainted.

The explosive had detonated at the level of people’s heads. The fallen little Na was relatively unharmed, only pinned down by a chair.

Kassan desperately moved the chair, his hands scratched and bleeding from the sharp wood splinters. His legs dragged on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

As he strenuously dragged little Na out with both hands, he saw a shadow loom over him.

A man with a blood-red mask and one arm missing cast a ferocious look his way, his claw reaching for Kassan’s head.

"Swoosh!"

The long sword pierced through the chest of the red-masked man. Su Ming’an sheathed his weapon and kicked out, sending Chad flying into a patch of bright flames.

He watched as Chad desperately rolled in the flames. Turning his head, he looked at Kassan, who lay on the ground clinging to little Na.

...And at Archilev, who was standing not far away watching him.

The old man was unscathed, his clothes still neat. Even his hand remained on the brim of his top hat, as if he were straightening it.

At that moment, Su Ming’an heard the system prompt:

[Temporary Mission · Eradicate the Soul Clan Gathering Point in the Eastern District Flower Street is completed. (Over half of the gathering point Soul Clan killed)]

[Killed Gathering Point Soul Clan: 43/52]

[Calculating Faction Points...]

[Points will be distributed after the Soul Hunter Faction settlement.]

...

"Ding-dong!" A crisp sound, Su Ming’an leveled up to Third Rank Six.

Shadow continued pursuing the fleeing Soul Clan. It wouldn’t be long before they were completely annihilated.

Su Ming’an confronted Archilev, the only Soul Clan left standing in the hall, with his sword raised.

He was unclear about the other’s attitude.

But it was evident that the other’s combat power was quite high. To have survived such an explosion and appear unfazed.

As an upper-tier member of the Soul Clan, his strength might be even greater than Saya’s had been.

Archilev remained silent.

He traced his hand around his top hat, straightening it after it had been slightly skewed by the explosion.

"Very impressive," he suddenly spoke: "It seems I was right to bring you along today."

"...You’ve grown tired of this bunch already?"

"What the Soul Clan needs are brethren united in cause, not monsters driven solely by the survival of the fittest," Archilev said. "They... have been overly influenced by Lucia’s dominance."

"So you also wish for these people to die?"

"I merely appreciate brethren with unique insights," Archilev opened his arms, smiling broadly: "I won’t expose you. On the contrary, I feel your ideas quite align with mine. You give off a very familiar sensation... I would rather help brethren who think like me."

Su Ming’an remained silent.

He was unsure whether the old man’s words were sincere or feigned, or if the other simply did not want to entangle with him.

The communicator had no signal underground; he was ready to go up and convey the information.

"You’re planning on leaving just like that?" Archilev said.

"What’s the matter?" Su Ming’an turned to his side, looking at him.

"The young man on the ground is about to die," Archilev said.

Su Ming’an cast his gaze downward.

Kassan was holding the unconscious Xiaona, his body covered in blood.

Earlier, Chad’s kick had broken Kassan’s ribs, causing internal bleeding. He had mustered all his willpower to make it to Xiaona’s side, and now his breathing was shallow, in more than out.

"There’s no saving him," Su Ming’an said.

Archilev smiled slightly, said nothing, and just slowly approached Kassan.

To Su Ming’an’s surprise, Archilev plunged a hand fashioned like a blade into his own chest.

Golden liquid flowed at his fingertips; he gripped Kassan’s jaw, dabbing the blood from his heart onto the other man’s lips.

Moments later, the wounds on Kassan’s body began to heal rapidly.

When he opened his eyes once more, Kassan revealed a pair of blood-red pupils.

Archilev had transformed Kassan into a member of the Soul Clan.

...to save his life.

"Thirty years ago, I and this human lad had similar experiences," Archilev released his hold.

He seemed to fall into a long recollection:

"Afterward... I met someone who changed my life."

"A person wearing a pure white mask saved me from the brink of death, transforming me into a Soul Clan member, a higher-ranking one."

"He granted me immortality, gave me the power to reign over others, and then he disappeared."

"I considered him the deity who enlightened me."

"I commissioned the best craftsman to create a mask identical to the one he wore, a pure white mask."

Archilev said this and slowly turned his head.

Those deep blue eyes, like the ocean, fixed on Su Ming’an who stood at the top of the stairs, wearing a pure white mask.

"...Now looking at it, you two are extremely alike," he said softly:

"Whether it’s behavior, speech, or... the way you look with the mask on."

Su Ming’an didn’t speak.

He was just silent, facing Archilev’s probing words.

He had realized that Su Rin had laid out a grand scheme.

Even Archilev, the leader of the Soul Clan in the Eastern District, was a being turned by Su Rin.

This chess game completely enveloped the Yate Empire, Pulaya, Cloud City, and the Soul Clan and humans above it.

No matter where he went, he would encounter people in the scheme like Saya and Archilev.

"At that time, I wondered, why did that person save me? Why didn’t he let the human who fell in love with a Soul Clan member follow his destined path?" Archilev said softly:

"I lived like a rat underground, in the gutters, never seeing the light of day, always wearing a mask."

"But later, I came to understand."

"None of that really matters."

"...We just want to ’live’."

"To ’live’ with the one we love."

"He gave me that chance, and I took it, and have since considered him my deity."

"Nothing more."

"Because he restored my dignity."

"...So he will be the deity of my lifetime."

...

Kassan slowly rose from the ground.

The wounds on his body healed at an unbelievable rate, and he was aware of what had happened.

As he carried Xiaona and passed by the floor-length mirror in the hall, he saw his own blood-red eyes reflected back at him.

"Xiaona..."

He murmured to himself.

After a brief silence, he picked up a pitch-black Evil Ghost Mask from the ground, placing it over his face.

The mask was wide and didn’t quite fit his face shape; it was also cracked from the explosion.

He adjusted it slightly, the black mask obscuring his youthful visage.

With his unconscious love on his back, turning away from the ruined hall, he walked with a slow pace, as though carrying an immense weight on his shoulders.

...until he entered the shadows of a staircase.

The scent of the Soul Clan emanated from him.

...and gradually merged with the scent of Xiaona.

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