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» Chapter 342 «
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
‘Bah, arguing with Ferti’nier isn’t going to get me anywhere…’
In order to avoid any further embarrassment, I went straight to the question at hand. ‘Do you know how to trade with the creatures in the Prison of the Dead?’
“Little Brother, you need to watch your language.”
‘I… yes, yes, yes… Big Sis… is that fine now?’
“Mhm, showing remorse is a mark of a good child.”
‘So Big…Sis… do you know of any method we can use to exchange meat for souls with the Prison of the Dead?’
“Is our little brother referring to the exchange array he used in the Prison of the Dead?” Seeing that I was sincere, Ferti’nier , in all her benevolence and kindness, decided to share the answer with me. “That’s a piece of information only privy to Devil Overlords -as long as one has meat, he can gain access to an unending supply of souls, truly a convenient piece of magic.”
‘That’s right, that’s exactly what I want!’ Back during my days in the Prison of the Dead, I once relied on such an array to procure a large amount of meat. Had it not been for arrays like that, creatures who couldn’t absorb souls would have gone extinct in the prison. There would have been no way for me to pass through the trials and tribulations of the prison either.
With a completed safe zone, I could easily meet this meat demand. I just had to confirm the array worked from our end and I would be rich!
“That array, huh. If I’m not mistaken, the capital definitely has one, but whether or not it still exists… or even works…”
Ferti’nier’s answer wasn’t as straightforward as I had hoped; perhaps the time gap of eighty thousand years was simply too much for her to be certain. It only made sense that she would question the integrity of the array after such a long time.
‘If it’s broken, can we rebuild one?’
“Very difficult.” She immediately replied. “With our little brother’s current resources, it would be impossible. But if it’s just a matter of repairing, it should be possible.”
Now that our main questline was confirmed, I led our little band back to the capital as fast as possible. Because the expected meat volume would have been large in the past as well, it wouldn’t make sense for the magical array to be built at the peak of the capital where the palace was. Thus, it was likely located at the base, where it wouldn’t use up too much time or effort to move.
A vital installation like the array wouldn’t be kept in an insecure location either; that ruled out the outside of the capital city. Based on those deductions, the most suitable location would be between the city walls and the palace.
It had to be said that the condition of the palace and the rest of the capital differed vastly. While the palace was mostly pristine, the capital city itself was half ruined due to wars, meaning the array was most likely damaged as well.
Upon our return to the capital city, the one who welcomed us was Big 4.
With no time to spare, I interrupted his reporting and rushed off to the vicinity of the northern gate, guided by Ferti’nier.
What greeted us was a ruined palatial building that had mostly lost its former glory due to disrepair. Its entrance was even blocked off by black rubble.
Faced with such a broken building, my heart sunk a little. I had a bad feeling that what awaited us wouldn’t be good news. Still, I followed Ferti’nier’s suggestion and pressed on. I had the golems remove the rubble blocking the entrance. In the meantime, I listened to Big 4’s report. According to him, No.6 had sent over more Devils. However, as he said that, he had on a strange expression. Yet that bit of strangeness eluded me as I was too preoccupied by the array.
The golems were extremely efficient in their work, clearing out the impediments in barely any time at all. Thus, with a heavy heart, I entered the ruined building.
“It’s unusable.” In just one glance, Ferti’nier came to a conclusion that left me in despair. To be exact, disappointment was the more appropriate word.
The scene before entering the building left nothing to the imagination. As a magic dealing with dimensional space, the array would have been a highly precise piece of magical construction; even the slightest damage could spell disaster. So it wasn’t that much of a surprise that it wasn’t usable.
The array before us was a huge construct, belonging to the category of large-scale magic. It was carved onto a giant slab of rock, roughly half a meter thick and twenty meters long, with countless intricate and arcane red etchings weaving about into an array.
At least, that was what it was supposed to be. The battle eighty thousand years ago damaged the array severely. Removing a giant piece of rubble on the array, we found an array shattered into disjointed pieces.
Like how a person with a shattered femur couldn’t walk on his own, this array could no longer transport matter.
“Don’t worry, Little Brother, it’s just broken. As long as you repair it, it will function normally again.” Like an angelic light from the heavens, her voice illuminated the dark scene before me, lifting up my spirits when I needed it the most. “The repair itself might be a little difficult, but it is possible.”
‘As long as it’s repairable… but exactly what do we need to repair it?’
“The materials are a little complicated, but they are still within the range of possibility for you.” Having said that, Ferti’nier proceeded to recite what had to be the most painful shopping list of materials I had ever heard.
“First, you need the horn from a Nightmare Steed. Then you need a Shadowcat’s blood, an Eight-stars core from a Fire Elemental Core, and finally the heart of an Eight-stars Fire Devouring Fish. Only by getting these will you be able to repair the array.
‘Horn of a Nightmare Steed? Blood from a Shadowcat? And what else? Curses, I don’t even have a single one of them… and how do you even expect me to get these things? There’s just no way…’
The only material I could probably get would be the blood of a Shadowcat. Based on our relationship, a little bit of blood wouldn’t have been an issue. Except we needed a lot of it. A cat’s worth of blood to be exact… Don’t tell me I’m supposed to bleed Meisian dry? I don’t want to be hated by Anmi because of that, and I definitely don’t want to be hated by the Purgatory Shadowcats because of that…
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» Chapter 341 «
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
Mo Na triumphantly pointed her bone club at the Devil pop idols, scaring them into silent submission once more. Most likely satisfied with what she saw, she did a sweeping motion with her club before proudly proclaiming, “All you weaklings, you don’t even fight back when you are hit. If you don’t even have the guts to do that, what makes you think you can win over Mama. Stupid. Mama belongs to Mo Na, it’s one thing if you don’t know that, but it’s another that you do not know how the word death is written. Based on the looks on your faces, I would guess not. How about Mo Na teach you illiterates how to write, huh?!”
The pop idols all had the word “wronged” plastered on their faces. I was sure that every one of them was thinking this: it was because we knew how to write the word death that we didn’t try to fight back… little missy, your parent is just standing right behind you…
Mo Na, on the other hand, couldn’t be prouder as she thumped her bone club against the floor like a practised hoodlum. Still, what the heck did she mean by win over Mama?
“Mo Na!”
“Coming.” My little baby turned around and quickly hid her bone club behind her back before tossing me an innocent smile. “You called, Mama?”
“That clubbing just now wasn’t bad.”
“Is that so? Mo Na thinks so as well.” She raised her head higher at that. “Next time, Mo Na will club an even better clubbing for Mama to see.”
“Alright, but that’s for another time.” I beckoned for Mo Na with a smile. “Come here, Daddy has some words to teach you.”
“Oh? If it’s Devil speak, Mo Na already knows them.” Though she said that, she still obediently cancelled her bone club and flew over into my embrace, pecking me on the face a few times for good measure. “So what is Mama going to teach Mo Na?”
I grabbed her waist with my left hand, and had her back face upwards. Right hand raised up high, I grinned, “ It’s called “overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer”.”
With that said, I gave her tiny butt a tight slap.
With my punishment of Mo Na done, the whole Devil matchmaking incident came to a close. As for those Devils who were beaten to a pulp…I let them stay in the end, for no other reason than to add more population to the capital.
The palace was a huge complex, but because there was hardly anyone living in it now, it was rather desolate. Adding on its rather unique backstory and goth-inspired decor, it almost felt haunted… even though being a Devil myself, there was no way I would ever be afraid of ghosts. Still, I’m not the kind of ruler who liked to be alone. After all, I was already past my middle school lone star phase.
I handed over the pop idols to Big 4 for allocation. Whether it was patrolling or just manual labor, I had no intention of letting them be idle. At the same time, I had Big 4 send a messenger to No.6. Its contents were simple, “Do your job properly.”
With everything settled, I led a troupe out of the capital once more. This time, our aim was to search the east, hopefully we would stumble upon another teleportation zone there.
As usual, I picked out ten Abyssal Winged Golems as bodyguards while bringing along Cinderel and Mo Na. We headed east 150 kilometers from the eastern citygate. There was not much worth writing home about along the way, barring the odd Black Blood Ant nest here and there.
That didn’t deter me however, as I widened our search range… to no avail, except for a few battered golem additions.
Since there were no signs of a teleportation zone nearby, our trip ended up being an exploratory one, with some ant hunting thrown in the mix. While their ant souls were all well and good, soul acquisition wasn’t the only problem we faced in golem production. Another key factor was the internal exoskeleton. No matter what, that required a large enough skeleton, and there clearly weren’t that many, and if at all any, giants in Sable Radiance. While Mo Na did mention that it was possible to create an internal exoskeleton by refining a large number of skeletons together, that required a massive amount of mana to accomplish.
That in itself posed another problem. If one didn’t possess the requisite amount of mana to finish the refining in one sitting, the only other option would be to consume souls as a mana replenishment source. Meaning our soul problem just got doubled…
Such a large amount of souls was nothing to sniff at, regardless of where we were, especially not when we were in a place like Sable Radiance…truly not the best place for souls. So what other method could we employ to replenish our mana? Other than souls, there really wasn’t another method we had on hand that could replenish such a huge amount of mana fast.
‘Souls… souls… my kingdom for souls… hold on, I think I got something interesting here… just not sure if it will work.’
‘Ferti’nier, Ferti’nier… I have something urgent I need to consult you about.’ I called out in my head several times but there was no response. At least, that was so till I used the magic words of Big Sis.
“My adorable little brother, how can your big sister help you today?”
‘Sigh… I just knew she wouldn’t let go of that matter so easily, at least not till she’s done chewing on the scraps of my bones. This she-devil here is definitely not someone I should ever marry, ever, otherwise I can kiss any hopes of being on top goodbye.’
“Hohohoho, when did our little brother start liking his big sis. What an unexpected surprise, your sister over here had no idea, even though she had always been in your soul all this while. All this sudden talk of marriage…your sister still isn’t ready yet.”
‘Hey, that’s enough out of you, blasted she-devil, as if anyone would be mad enough to propose to you!?’
“Huh? What was that just now then?” She continued teasing me. “Why were you thinking about being dominated by your sister for life then? Don’t tell me you plan on skipping town after all you’ve done? Who knew that our little brother was such an irresponsible Devil… so that was just a fling, nothing more? What about the word responsibility? And besides, I’m pretty sure our little brother doesn’t even have a pee pee to have a fling with!”
‘Curses…how did my pee pee get dragged into this again? Also, don’t tell me my pee pee is forever going to be my sore spot… let me tell you, if I ever grow it back, the first thing I’ll do is reform your body, then pounce on you, and bleep whatever SM bleep. No matter what, I’m going to be the one on top!’
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» Chapter 340 «
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
On the road back to the capital, I tried out my flying once more, squeezing out every bit of practise whenever I could. This time around, I managed to pull off a full range of wing movements. Borrowing the seven meters of height a golem possessed, plus my own jumping ability, I managed to open up my wings mid-air, before landing safely on the ground.
Compared to the previous time where I simply nosedived to the ground, I had to say that massive improvement had been made. At the very least, I wasn’t like a penguin taking flight anymore…
My original plan of touring the safe zone was cancelled, thanks to my spoiled mood. That No.6 was definitely scheming something to protect his own position, like how a subject would try to be an Emperor’s right hand man by eliminating everyone else. However, I wasn’t in a position to allow such excess yet. If he was allowed to continue unchecked like that, the consequences would be dire. Thus, I made sure to nip this problem in the bud right away, though I couldn’t help but be a little annoyed anyway. Hopefully, he learnt his lesson, or else I would have to kill him.
With our uneventful return to the capital, Big 4 was back on patrol duty once more, while I brought the two scamps treasure hunting around the palace.
In truth, we had already gone through most of the structures in the palace, but this was mostly a leisurely stroll. There was no actual searching to be had. Perhaps there might still be some secret room or trapdoor somewhere, but at the very least I wasn’t aware of any.
Speaking of which, shouldn’t the capital’s treasure vault be located in the palace as well? But I just can’t seem to find it. Even when I asked Ferti’nier, all I got was disappointment.
“Do you honestly think that a Devil King won’t have a storage ring of his own? Anything of value would be kept in the ring’s dimensional space. Any so-called treasure vault would probably just be for decoration, and even if it contained something, it would most likely be a pile of trash.”
Having gotten that answer, I still wasn’t about to give up on locating the fabled treasure vault and having a look see for myself. In the end, I actually found it, and it was just like what Ferti’nier said: the so-called vault was just for decoration. With a storage ring of their own, anything valuable would undoubtedly be safer on their own person. And if they were dead, well, then those treasures would be useless anyway. Rather than letting them rot in some vault, it was simply smarter to carry them around and perhaps use them in some battle.
With that plan a failure, the manufacturing of golems had hit a snag once more. I basically had nothing to do now except practise flying. Which I did. Mo Na and Cinderel in tow, we practised in the palace’s garden. As for why bring Mo Na along, that was because I learnt faster with her guidance, although she often pranked me while doing so… sometimes I feel I am letting her mischievousness down by not giving a good whacking on the butt.
Unfortunately, the spanking never got to start before Big 4 suddenly ran into the garden to report that Sasani and Sinmosa were back. Both of them were currently waiting for me in the main hall, along with ten low level Devils.
Their return was something worth noting, thus I promptly led my two babies to the main hall.
The moment I stepped into the main hall, Cinderel immediately jumped out of my arms and right at her mother, her happy little Hellhound tail wagging furiously while she barked in a lethally adorable manner. Sasani happily went up to his daughter for a kiss, but all he got was the cold shoulder from Cinderel who simply hid her face in her mother’s embrace… Sasani had taken a lethal blow, his eyes clearly showing the despair in him…
Seeing that familiar scene again, I barely held back a chortle as I walked up to Sasani. Yet just as I was about to pat him on the shoulder, he gave me a decidedly unhappy glare. Even though he still couldn’t speak the language of the Devils, I could surprisingly tell what he wanted to say.
‘Exactly why does my daughter like you so much?! I’m her father, not you! Go kill yourself! A curse upon you!’
‘Alright, alright. Since you’re in grief right now, I won’t hold this against you.’
While daughter and mother were busy snuggling, the Devils behind them all exchanged a glance with each other. In what almost looked like a coordinated effort, they neatly lined up before me and bowed.
“Master…”
I eyed the group. Their average level wasn’t high, the strongest amongst them was just a Two-star, and the weakest was even a Small Imp. Yet for a Small Imp to appear here was a miracle in of itself. After all, whether it was the Blood Sea or the Prison of the Dead, neither were environments conducive to a Small Imp -unless that Small Imp possessed some kind of unique talent, or he was just the illegitimate child of lady luck.
Strictly speaking, it didn’t matter whether it was the former or the latter, the fact he even made it this far showed how unique his case was.
“Did No.6 send you all here?”
“Yes, it was Sir No.6 who sent us to service you, Master.”
‘Service?’ Hearing that, I couldn’t help but feel something was off with that word, but I just couldn’t figure out why. It was only until my daughter, still riding on my shoulders as always, suddenly spoke up in an odd voice. “Mama, all these Devils seem quite good looking, but Mo Na doesn’t like handsome Devils, Mo Na prefers Devils like Mama! Heheheh…”
‘Good looking?’ Because of her mentioning that word, I immediately felt that something was up. I gave their souls all a quick scan and found that every one of them, without any exception, were all male. Not only that, whether it was their soul scent or their appearance, they all looked like Korean pop idols who had undergone plastic surgery, at least it was so to a Devil…
Up till now, I had never gotten used to the habit of looking at someone through their soul. Decades of being human made this difficult to accomplish; I was still too used to looking at someone through my physical eyes. Yet a low level Devil possessed no outward gender defining feature, which meant my method of looking made it difficult to distinguish their gender…
Either way, low level Devils were more like animals to me -not really worth all that hassle of distinguishing them, like how one wouldn’t pay much attention to the minor differences between a pet’s fur and another’s. Since they were all the same, why even bother differentiating a male from a female.
‘So these ten can all be counted as good looking in the eyes of Devils? Blast it, what’s going on here? Exactly what was No.6 thinking? Is he trying to find a partner for me?’
In an instant, my face turned red with fury. With one withering gaze, the Devils were all left petrified in fear.
‘What’s the idea here? I’m a guy. That blasted No.6 must have a death wish or something, sending a bunch of guys here for matchmaking.’ The more I thought about it, the more angry I got. Sensing my growing anger, the mana within me took on the form of flames.
“Mama, you scared all those cowards half to death. Hahaha, how amusing…” Just as I was about to convert to the Original Sin of Wrath, I was awakened by my clapping daughter. The little scamp flew off my shoulders and onto the ground. With a wave of her hands, she summoned a bone club, which she immediately sent thwacking down on the kneeling devils. Whether it was their face or their head, the little scamp would happily laugh while she continued beating them. “That will teach you to try and steal Mo Na’s Mama. That will teach you…that will teach you…I’ll beat you all to death! Hahahaha!”
“Woof woof woof~.” Ever the loyal follower of Mo Na, Cinderel wanted to help her beat the Devils as well, but she was stopped by Sinmosa biting down on her nape. The little Hellhound flailed wildly in the air as she barked her discontent.
Unfortunately, Sinmosa wasn’t about to let go anytime soon, no matter how adorably she begged.
Having transformed into a violent loli, the kind that went straight for the face no less, the good looking Devils were in for a world of hurt. Yet no matter how much she pummelled them, none of them dared to dodge. They were all afraid that any movement would be seen by me as a transgression. Neither did they dare to act against Mo Na. In fact, that thought never even crossed their mind.
After all, she was clearly of a different status than them. Putting aside her obviously superior level, the fact that she could ride on my shoulders showed how much I favored her. If they were to injure her by accident, the consequences would be dire. That was why none of them moved.
While I was standing there in a daze for two minutes, the poor Devils all went through a round robin of beatings. Their faces were all green with bruises and one Large Imp even had his nose beaten crooked…truly pitiful…
“Baby, stop for now.”
In truth, these Devils were rather pitiful. Neither of them ever knew what was going on, but they ended up being sent here by No.6 to get beaten up. Speaking of which, Mo Na’s clubbing has improved by quite a fair bit. Even after all that savage clubbing, none of them are dead, not even unconscious. That vicious little loli…as expected of my Devil daughter…
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» Chapter 339 «
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
I knew that this was a lost cause, so I closed my eyes and prepared my mind for the worst. ‘Big…Sis?’
“Mhm, not bad. Not bad. How about another one?” Came Ferti’nier’s alluring voice.
‘Big Sis…’ Ah, something broke inside me…
“Hohohoho, remember now, you have to address your sister over here as Big Sis from now on. Little brother, you mustn’t be so rude in the future, addressing your sister by her name directly like that, got it?”
‘I feel so ashamed…’
“Hahaha, that’s the look. That’s the look your sister adores.” Her laughing continued for a good long time while I quietly waited for her to laugh herself to death. Unfortunately, that hope would be dashed as well.
A while later, and because I didn’t try to throw a jibe at her like the past, she got bored and nonchalantly told me how to create a golem core. Having listened to her explanation, I finally understood why the exoskeleton required the skeleton of a titan inside it…the golems were actually a form of undead…a conclusion I should have come to earlier… the core that moved a golem was actually Necromancy…
The method was to use the Gem of Authority to invoke the undead summoning. Should the summoner’s mana be insufficient to invoke a Six-stars or even a Seven-stars undead, then we still had another method available to us: a refined soul.
My own Necromantic talent wasn’t all that outstanding. Even though I had the mana of a Six-stars, I wasn’t able to cast Six-stars undead magic. Because of that, I couldn’t activate the golem by invoking an undead spirit. As for Mo Na, she was a Four-stars baby. The most she could command was the mana of a Four-stars. Her talent in this field was outstanding, to be sure, but that didn’t change the fact that her body wasn’t up to the task.
With that option out of the question, the only other method was to refine souls.
With regards to soul refining, I couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive. It was just that the thought of eating a soul that had been refined struck me as…evil…well…this time it won’t be used for eating.
Using the Gem of Authority as a medium, we should be able to refine countless souls into one composite soul gem that could run a golem. In other words, refining multiple souls till it reached the level of a Six-stars.
However, that was easier said than done. The amount of souls required would be massive. After all, it wasn’t like the quality of the soul was improved in the process, refining merely combined more souls into one. Furthermore, ordinary refined souls weren’t enough to control a golem.
That last fact was a fatal flaw in the production of golems. The Gem of Authority had to be used as a supporting medium. Its use was to absorb the composite Six-stars soul gem, and then tune it within itself. It was precisely this function that made it possible for the Gem of Authority, otherwise also known as the Blackstone of Authority, to control the golems.
Mo Na attempted to use the Gem of Authority to produce a Six-stars soul gem, but that ended in failure. The reason being that the amount of souls we brought back wasn’t enough; the resulting soul only came up to Five-stars…
“Mama, the soul gem isn’t strong enough. The Gem of Authority is rejecting it…” Mo Na complained with a pouting face. She then handed me the thumb-sized black pearl-like object. “A failed product…nothing else to do with it except eat it.”
“…Daddy doesn’t eat this stuff, how about you have it.”
The moment I recalled that spine-chilling shriek I heard when Mo Na refined her souls, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Eating something like that was just… an affront to myself…
“You sure, Mama? It’s really good.”
As if to tempt me, Mo Na waved the soul gem in front of my eyes. Barring other concerns, that deep black luster it possessed, and that alluring scent that only a soul could emit… No. No. Putting that in my would make it shriek like before… There was just no way I could ever picture myself munching on something that shrieked so horrifically while I was savoring it…
“Baby, how about we take a stroll outside.” I immediately redirected the topic away from eating the soul gem. There was no way I would ever eat something that disgusting.
To be perfectly honest, my suggestion of taking a stroll wasn’t just motivated by that. It wasn’t like the golem would just manufacture itself just by us staying in the factory. We would be better off just taking it easy, while getting some flying practise at the same time.
“Okay.”
Mo Na didn’t object to my suggestion. She stooped down to pick up a bored out of her doggy mind Cinderel and jumped into my arms. With practised ease, I caught the two scamps and left the factory.
But that was truly a head scratcher we had on hands… for the golem manufacturing to prove so difficult… Putting aside the complexity of manufacturing the outer shell and the inner exoskeleton, just the amount of souls we needed to create a golem was already enough of a headache for us.
Naturally, it wasn’t like we didn’t have a plan to tackle those. But the feeling of one’s own inadequacy halting research really didn’t sit well with me.
“Let’s go have a look at No.6’s progress with the recruitment zone, then we can look around the safe zone as well.”
I brought the two little scamps to the northern gate, stumbling onto Big 4 in the process. Looking at us, he immediately knew we were about to go on an outing, so he instantly put on a sad face.
This time, I didn’t give him all that much chance to feel wronged, agreeing to him following us in an instant.
“You can come along as well.” Leaving him behind all the time to guard our home was rather pitiful after all. And the safety of the capital wasn’t really a pressing issue either, given the special circumstances surrounding this area. As long as the golems were here, it wasn’t necessary for Big 4 to stay behind.
“Master…you finally brought me along!”
Ignoring his shameful crying, I habitually picked out ten Winged Abyssal Golems and left for the safe zone.
“Master, wait for me…”
The trip was an uneventful one as I practised with my purple wings from time to time to acclimatise myself with that feeling. Even though my flight wasn’t steady yet, it was only a matter of time before I broke free from the chains of the earth.
In less than half a day of travelling northward, we first came upon No.6’s recruitment zone. This was his most important task at hand. Unlike the last time I came, construction had already begun as per schedule.
Seeing the work he accomplished, I had to admit that No.6 did possess a talent for construction. He knew to use the golems to harvest stone blocks, then use the weaker Devils to pile up the blocks, just like how the ancient Egyptians built their pyramids -though it had to be said that the current progress was that of a foundational stage. Still, I could tell that No.6 was planning something big just based on what I saw now.
Because of the soul pact we shared, and because I wasn’t actively trying to block it, No.6 could sense my arrival beforehand. He brought two ordinary golems and a few Three-stars to greet us. Falling to one knee, he shakily said, “Master, what’s the purpose of this visit?”
“Nothing in particular, just thought I should have a look.” I swept my eyes over the bustling construction site then said in an even voice, “Have you made arrangements for the other teleportation zone?”
“Your servant has already sent someone to guard the area. Once the recruitment zone’s construction is settled, your servant will personally visit the area.”
“Mhm, and how’s the safe zone? It’s our supply of food after all, is it alright?”
“The safe zone is being handled by No.3. But just digging a tunnel is a simple task, plus the golems can be used to dig as well, its progress is much faster than the recruitment zone. According to your servant’s calculations, the safe zone should be able to support the daily consumption of thousands of Devils.”
“Very good. Right, how many captives do we have right now?”
“Reporting: our captive number is approaching 1500.” No.6 promptly said. Seeing that I was silent, he worriedly added on this, “My sincerest apologies, Master, I haven’t found another talent we can use…”
At that, I blandly stared him in the eyes. His frail body immediately began to shake, and his lips started to quiver.
‘Don’t tell me that this fellow was afraid that I would try and replace him so he tried to get rid of all the competition? Judging by how he’s acting, it might just be that. Still, I can’t push him too hard, but neither can I let this go on.’
“I need more talented Devils, understand?”
I emphasized that last bit. Hearing that my tone hardened, No.6’s body immediately stiffened up. Based on that, I could tell that he must have done something while I wasn’t looking. Even so, I had no intention of pursuing this matter further.
“I’ll let it pass this time around, but don’t let there be another.”
“Yes…yes…your servant understands…”
“Right, what about Sinmosa and Sasani?”
“The Hellhound couple brought some Winged Abyssal Golems along with them in their hunt for the fugitive Devils. Normally, their excursions wouldn’t exceed one hundred hours. Based on that, they should be back soon, does the Master wish to wait for them?”
“It’s fine. When they return, just tell them to find me in the capital, and bring along some Devils.” Having said that, I glared at No.6.
“My goal is to subjugate the entire kingdom, and not just some tiny corner. Widen your horizons, as long as you perform your job well, I won’t mistreat you.”
“Understood…” No.6 gingerly nodded his heads, legs shaking profusely. Whether or not he even understood me at that point was a mystery. Still, the sight of his quivering form made me lose the mood for a leisurely stroll around the safe zone.
That’s all for today. The next few chapters will be slightly longer, by 50% or so? Then we will be back to the shorter chapters format.
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| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
When we passed the teleportation zone, we just so happened to encounter a few more Devils wandering around, needless to say, they were all captured and brought back to be slaves, naturally.
While I did call them slaves, I was actually saving them, since there was no food around this area at all. Who knows, they might have even bumped into one of those old golems, or the only other edible source of food nearby, the Black Blood Ants. But in a match of ant swarm versus a few wandering Devils…who would end up on the dinner plate might not be as clear cut.
Based on where we met those Devils, it was certain the teleportation zone was here. Unfortunately, I had no one dependable Devil to hand this task off to… Don’t ask me why I won’t use those four cowards… with the bravery of a chicken, there was just no way I could ever hand them power, in fact, how did they even survive up till now?
With that in mind, I turned my eyes to the four Large Imps who were the first to be captured by us. At the level of an Imp, it was basically impossible to discern their gender physically. That was because a Devil’s gender was determined by their soul. That was also why I constantly emphasized that I was a man, yet those potatoes of mine kept treating me as a female Devil… In the first place, all of this was because my soul had a certain freeloader staying inside it!
I gave the four Large Imps a closer look. It was then that I realised that those four Large Imps were actually female… in other words, these four were that recently deceased Head Imp’s harem… and since I slew him, I automatically became their master…
Based on how they were now, and if they were ever fortunate enough to evolve to Five-stars, they would definitely end up as Lust Demons of the Carnal branch, Devils who could only survive by serving someone stronger. That was because they were just weak.
Now as for the problem of managing the teleportation zone, my plan was to head back and inform No.6 of the situation, he could come up with something then. Whether he chose to come here personally or delegate the task to another Devil, that would be his decision to make. After all, the gift of five hundred golems wasn’t a small one; he had better earn his keep.
After another day of travelling, we were now in viewing distance of the half collapsed wall of the capital. The first Devil we saw near the city gate was Big 4, scanning his surroundings like a hawk. Upon noticing our return, he came flying towards me like a dog that had gone missing for over half a month. “Master…you’re finally back…”
‘This potato…he’s just so clingy, like a dog…’
I lifted my foot in a blocking stance. Seeing that, Big 4 knew roughly what I meant by this, having followed me around for some time already. He promptly stopped and maintained a respectable distance between us.
‘Hmph. Touching reunion my foot, I just have two words for you, dream on.’
Perhaps Big 4 had gotten smarter in the time I was gone or he just had nothing else to say, he actually knew to break the awkwardness with a situation report. “Master, nothing unusual to report while you were gone, don’t worry, the city is fine.”
“That’s good to hear.” I nodded my head then pointed at the dozen or so Devils marching behind me whom I captured from that teleportation zone. “Bring these Devils to No.6, then tell him that I found another teleportation zone. I need him to take a look as soon as possible, best he sends someone to guard the point…” I blandly stated.
“But Master, you still haven’t told me where the teleportation zone is.”
“…” I sighed. “Just tell him what I told you, you don’t have to bother about the rest.”
“Understood…”
I handed him some other instructions then sent him on his way. Before leaving, he made sure to give me a wronged look, the kind a puppy would make when its master abandoned it… let me tell you, that sort of innocent of look doesn’t suit you at all… an Infant Flame Demon is already ugly enough, so please have some respect for your terrifying looks and not try to be cute!
Having sent them off, the only Devils left were me, Mo Na and Cinderel.
Because I was still fixated on the construction of more golems, I brought the two little scamps right away to the underground weapons factory while I had the golems move the required materials to the warehouse where we kept the titan skeletons. Then, our research began in earnest.
“Mama, if it’s just piecing together the golems, it’s not that difficult.” Mo Na quipped as she simultaneously commanded my Shadow Demon Guardian while referring to a book. “But there’s one thing Mo Na doesn’t understand, why can these golems move?”
“Isn’t it normal for them to move?”
While all that happened, I made a mental note to myself to have some of the stronger Devils come assist Mo Na. The golem exoskeletons were all too heavy to be moved, while the golems themselves were too clumsy for such precise work.
However, there were no such Devils available right now so I could only call for my Shadow Demon Guardian to work. That also meant that I was now very free even though I was supposed to be busy. With nothing to do, I spent my time playing with a certain energetic Hellhound while chatting with Mo Na from time to time.
“It’s not that, Mama, don’t you find it weird at all?” Upon having the Shadow Demon Guardian mount a basic shoulder part, she stopped the Shadow Demon Guardian for a moment. She then walked over and flipped open the black leather book she was referring to. Her slender finger pointed at one of the pages. “Look, Mama, this page has the entire process recorded down, but the last step is missing…”
‘The last step?’
Looking at the half assembled exoskeleton before me, and looking at the completed golem guarding outside, I could roughly guess what she meant.
If these golems could be seen as robots, then what moved them was a source of power and programming. Because of their own unique traits, the golems had no particular requirement on the power front, but in order to make them move, what we really needed was the programming… because the black leather book made no mention of such a thing…
“Little brother, are you in trouble again?”
Just as Mo Na and I were stumped, Ferti’nier, ever one to show up whenever I was stuck, chimed in to offer her help, or should I say ‘help’. Either way, she was a bit of a mixed bag for me. At times, I wanted her to come out for some casual chit chat, at times I absolutely hated that she came out to bother me. Such a mixed bag…
“So that’s how you view your sister over here. Hmph.” Her little endearing act instantly dispelled my annoyance… Truly, there were times when I really wanted to give her a good spanking!
“Heheheh, so our little brother has that kind of f*tish.” Able to read my mind, she naturally knew about my desire to discipline her. Yet she wasn’t angered by that, in fact, she seemed a little expectant. “Wait till your sister over here gets a new body, then our little brother can have his way. Now, the question is where to hit. Over here? Or maybe here?”
‘This demoness…I just can’t win against her in an argument. Why can’t she be a little more reliable, she’s at least ten thousand years old by now.’
“Your sister has so said many times already, she isn’t ten thousand years old yet.” Having said that to my exasperated face, she continued, “Alright. Alright, enough fun for now. Your sister knows what her little brother wants, and she even knows the method of creating a golem core.”
‘So she does know the method, no wonder people always say that to have an elder in the home is to have a treasure!’
‘Quick, tell me already!’
“What do you mean elder? Your sister isn’t that old yet!”
‘Yes, yes, yes. Our Ferti’nier is forever eighteen, forever our invincible eighteen year old sister, always the prettiest.’
“Hohohoh, our little brother has really gotten better at his words recently. Whenever there’s trouble, he’s always at his most obedient, always so adorable.” She teased me for a moment.
“Well, it’s not like your Sister can’t give her little brother the method, but she has a condition.”
‘I knew she would say that…there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world…but it’s not like I have any choice either.’
‘Alright, what’s your condition…and let’s be clear, you’d better not ask for the stars!’
“Listen well, what your sister wants is that whenever her little brother addresses her from now on, it will be as “Big Sis”. Got it?”
‘Big Sis? That was unexpectedly simple…by the way, why did you come up with such a strange request all of a sudden? Isn’t it a waste? You could have asked for something difficult.’
“But my dear little brother, as you are right now, what can your sister ask of you anyway?” Just as I was questioning her motives, she took this opportunity to ask me something I had no way to answer. “Has my little brother gotten strong enough that he can help his sister reform her body? Or perhaps he has some other method?”
‘I…don’t actually have that ability…’ It was at that moment that I felt an unprecedented sense of defeat. Even so, I still hoped that she would have asked something more difficult of me. Because such a nonsensical condition was just a reminder of how weak I actually was…
“Relax…relax… your sister had no other intention. You’re still in your growing phase, being weak is unavoidable.” She actually comforted me, but that was only a prelude to her checkmate. “Well then, are you going to say it or not?”
Slightly longer chapter this time. Not sure if I have time to translate tomorrow but I’ll try. Also, if some of the terms are wrong, just ping me on Discord, half my glossary is gone for some reason. I think I used the term Necromancer…
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| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
I had to admit, when an old hag like Ferti’nier wanted to be shameless, she really was invincible. More importantly, I actually didn’t have a way to deal with her. She knew that too; that was why she was always so flippant with me.
In order to preserve a soul, asking a high level Devil who had traded in souls would be the first choice. If that wasn’t possible, the next option would be to deal with the only occupation that transacted in souls… the Necromancer!
Speaking of Necromancers, I myself was half a Necromancer, and then there was Mo Na…
“Baby, Daddy has something to ask you, do you know how to create a Soul Phylactery?” The moment it occurred to me that my precious little daughter might actually know the method, my face lit up with expectation. “Daddy over here wants to bring back these souls, but he doesn’t have a container for them…does Mo Na know how to make a phylactery?”
“Mo Na does know how to make a Soul Phylactery, Mama. But… doesn’t Mama always gobble up all the souls in one go anyway?” Mo Na nodded her head, confirming my suspicion, before throwing me a puzzled look. “It’s not like Mama will get full no matter how much she eats, so why make one?”
“…”’
‘This isn’t a problem of whether or not I have a huge appetite, it’s just I have a black hole living in my body!’
‘Bah, pointless jibes aside, what’s urgent now is that Mo Na creates a Soul Phylactery. Without one, these souls can’t be transported back.’
“If Mama wants a Soul Phylactery, just use this.” Just as I was about to ask my precious little baby about the materials she needed to create a Soul Phylactery, she pulled out a ring adorned with a blackish-green gemstone. She handed the ring over, completely ignoring the wide-eyed look I had on right now. With a tinge of pride in her precious cheeks, she gave me that “praise me now” look. “So Mama does need Mo Na some of the times!”
“So no materials then?” My face was about to fall apart as I fingered the blackish-green gemstone ring.
“Oh Mama, isn’t it obvious? Mo Na already had a Soul Phylactery since a long time ago.” My baby girl pulled a face at me before cheekily continuing, “Mo Na is a Necromancer after all, why would she not have a Soul Phylactery to store souls?”
“…”
That was right, unlike a half-baked potato like me, she was the rightful necromantic successor to the Grimoire of the Dead. To a Necromancer, souls were an important reagent for their spells, and also an important experimentation subject. There were plenty of spells that required souls to cast, like the most recent one I learnt from Mo Na, the Vengeful Soul…
“That’s a Soul Ring Mo Na specially prepared for Mama, don’t lose it, okay Mama?”
“Yes yes yes. Daddy will treasure it.” I finished with a sigh.
Yet just as I was about to wear the ring on my middle finger, Mo Na acted first by slipping it onto my left ring finger at lightning speed.
“Baby, is there any reason why Daddy can’t wear the ring on his middle finger?” I asked, puzzled by my daughter’s strange actions.
“That’s because Daddy once told Mo Na during storytime that there’s a blood vessel extending from the ring finger that links to the heart.”
‘Did I say that?’ I was a little taken aback by that revelation. There were countless stories I told her so I couldn’t confirm if I had ever told her such a story. Plus, I was very responsible when I told her stories; all blood vessels led back to the heart at the end of the day, no matter which finger.
‘Hold on, all that talk about blood vessels aside, the key is why did she slip the ring onto my left ring finger?’
“Even if Daddy did mention that in the past, Daddy never said that a ring had to be on the ring finger right?”
“Mhm, Daddy never said that. But Mo Na just wanted to put it on Daddy’s left ring finger.”
‘Was this some kind of riddle?’ I thought to myself.
“But what’s the main reason?”
“The main reason is…” She dragged that last syllable. Having made sure my entire focus was now on her, she happily said, “The main reason is that this ring is Mo Na’s engagement ring for Daddy!”
‘Oh…an engagement ring…that does have to be worn on the left ring finger then…hold up…why does she have to put on an engagement ring for me?!’
“Since Daddy is wearing Mo Na’s engagement ring, Daddy is now Mo Na’s!”
‘Hmm being a bleep father does sound rather exciting…but…’
Thwack
I unceremoniously knocked her cute little noggin, causing her to reflexively cover her head with both arms while she crouched on the floor and gave me a rueful look.
“What was that for, Mama?”
“When children speak out of line, they need to be punished.” I glared at her fiercely and silently. I then turned around and began sucking up the souls with the Soul Ring. Even though I wanted to change the position of the ring, after giving it some thought, I decided against it. It was just a tool after all, no point being so serious about it.
Just like how I was busy sucking up souls, a certain dastardly female Devil was busy filling my head with her laughter. “An engagement ring of all things…hahahahaha, how much funnier can this get…hahahaha…”
‘Go on, laugh. Keep laughing, take care that you don’t choke on your laughter!’
Other than cursing, I actually had no other way to get back at Ferti’nier. It was precisely because I was so helpless that this blasted Devil queen kept acting more and more lawlessly. Her dominance was my submission…thankfully she couldn’t take over my body, else I would really flip my bleep.
Having been with her for a while, ignoring Ferti’nier was now a daily routine. “You lot, are you all hungry?” I turned around to face the four Imps who were all huddled up till this very moment due to their sheer fear. “If you are, these ant corpses are yours.”
“…”
The four Large Imps were stunned for a moment but quickly recovered, scurrying off in an instant, not forgetting to express their hasty thanks. Perhaps they were truly hungry or perhaps not, either way, they ravenously tore into the ants… a horrific scene which I won’t go into details… just disgusting…
“Woof woof~~”
Cinderel seemed a little tempted by the ant corpses as well. Her little Hellhound paws ever so slowly inched towards the four feasting Large Imps… was this her trying to sneak a bite?
‘Well, that won’t do. She can’t just go gobbling up some random trash.’ I hurriedly scooped her up into my arms, not forgetting to give her a friendly fur ruffling on the head. “You need to be careful about what you eat, if it’s not clean, it might just give you an upset tummy.”
Hearing that, Cinderel whimpered, stuck out her little tongue and licked my palm gently.
“Alright, alright. I know you’re hungry. I’ll split some of the souls we harvested with you.”
Those words were the exact words she was waiting for it seemed, based on her happy yelping.
As for those four Large Imps busy feasting on trash…well…
Now that the Black Blood Ants were dealt with, we continued westward for about a day before we came upon another ant nest. This time, the Black Blood Queen Ant greeted us in a decidedly different manner. Upon recognising my Fallen Angel form, she immediately surrendered to us, using the humblest possible posture a queen ant muster to wiggle her way towards me and swear fealty.
It was then that I understood something: there were two major factions within the Black Blood Ants. One that was still loyal to the Fallen Angels, and another that refused to be enslaved once more.
For the most part, both factions weren’t at war with each other since the entire Sable Radiance had been sealed up for over eighty thousand years; there was no actual ruler to be loyal to or be enslaved by. In that case, there was no reason to fight either.
It was precisely this reason that led to the peace enjoyed by the Black Blood Ants, each nest basically having their own territory full of resources and free from strife. In fact, it could be said that for eighty thousand years, the idea of two factions wasn’t even a thing. And that was where I came in -the problematic factor.
My appearance was destined to stir up waves in the Demonic Kingdom of Sable Radiance, that much was certain. Yet, what I never expected was that the first wave would come crashing down upon the Black Blood Ants.
Upon ascertaining the fact that there were two factions amongst the Black Blood Ants, a rather amusing idea occurred to me. I could just recruit the surrounding nests which were friendly to me and have them attack the other faction. That would allow me to bring their entire race into my fold in the shortest possible time.
It wasn’t a complicated plan, but what was truly problematic was that I lacked the manpower to enact said plan.
‘Well, I could just let Mother Black Ant take charge, if worst comes to worst. She seems to be able to communicate with her nest even at a distance too.’
Mother Black Ant’s loyalty to me was unquestionable, plus it would be better if the matters of the Black Blood Ants were settled by one of their members.
Just like that, I proceeded to recruit another two more queen ants. Including Mother Black Ant, I now had four queen ants working together. In other words, they had an ant army that could essentially sweep through the four corners of the lands.
Now that the first steps of my anty conquest were complete, I finally had the time to bring Mo Na, Cinderel, my golems, and those four scaredy cat Imps back to our base.
That’s right, it was now time to return to the Palace of Sable Radiance…
Weekends won’t be Devil’s Evolution Catalogue btw.
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| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
Antnihilation was almost guaranteed till a new queen ant was found. Yet, under the rarest of circumstances, and with the slimmest of possibilities, a Black Blood Ant might mutate into a queen ant. Once the nest had a new queen ant, then all the chaos would vanish. And all the bloodshed would stop with the ants having found a new target to swear their fealty to…
What I wanted to confirm was whether or not Mother Black Ant could replace the command of that disobedient Black Blood Queen Ant.
I raised my hand and fired a bone spear, piercing the brain of the Black Blood Queen Ant, nailing its disgusting head to the ground. Yet the lifeforce of a Black Blood Queen Ant was extraordinarily strong, even with a spear sticking through its head, it still managed to stay alive.
“Chitt…cchhitt…chit…”
Using the last of its life, the Black Blood Queen Ant let forth one last cry. Though it wasn’t a loud chitter, it was surprisingly enough for all the ants to hear.
The ants immediately ceased their brainless charge into the flame wall, instead turning around to furiously scatter in all directions.
‘Hmph, you think you can get away from me so easily?’ With a single thought, the Shadow Demon Guardian was off at the speed of light. Focusing my will through it, I summoned forth my Nether Flames around its legs as it sped through the air, creating a ring of fire around the ants. Wherever its shadowy feet touched, a meter wall of flame would roar to life, incinerating any ant that dared to cross its fiery boundary, leaving naught but the soul intact.
“Go on then.” I eyed a slightly lost Mother Black Ant. “Try and see if it works, if they will listen to you, all the better.”
“Understood…Masterr….” Mother Black Ant gingerly wiggled around the corpse of the recently deceased Black Blood Queen Ant, and with the fastest speed it could muster, approached the headless chicken that was the ant swarm. Because the majority of the flying ants were already dead, these landbound ants were basically trapped by the Nether Flames.
“Baby, recall that Flame Wall of yours for now, let Mother Black Ant go in and have a try.”
“Okay.” She obediently recalled the wall before flying up in the air and perching herself in her favourite position, my shoulders…
To prevent any sudden attacks on Mother Black Ant, I had my Shadow Demon Guardian protect her as she stepped past the charred boundary of Mo Na’s extinguished flame wall. The moment she did so, a portion of the ants near to her immediately charged. Pincers clicking loudly, they fiercely waved their heads as they prepared to close their scythe-like pincers around her, as if this fight had just turned personal for them.
Yet the Shadow Demon Guardian would have none of that. Floating above Mother Black Ant, it transformed both its arms at the speed of light and deflected any that tried to approach her with a huge swing. With its imperceivable speed and frightening strength, all the whipped ants fell to the ground dead…
With its protection, Mother Black Ant was able to easily find her footing amongst the chaotic ant swarm. She continually chittered to the ants, trying to persuade them to switch sides. Unfortunately for her, her cries only served as a beacon for more ant attacks.
This continued on for a long time till finally all the ants were either incinerated by the Nether Flames, whipped to death by my Shadow Demon Guardian, or dead because of in-fighting…to think that not a single one of them was willing to join us…
‘Unthinkable, crazy even…that swarm was in the hundreds of thousands and not a single one of them was afraid of death…or perhaps their simple brains didn’t even possess a concept of cowardice to begin with?’
‘What a stubborn race…idiots.’
With no other choice, I could only back off from this failed plan and proceed with the soul harvesting. Of the dead, only those of the rank Soldier Ant and above left behind a complete soul. The soldier ants naturally accounted for the bulk of the souls, numbering in the tens of thousands. Faced with such a huge bounty, it almost felt like a shame to eat them all now. If possible, I would have preferred if some were brought back to the palace.
One reason for that was my need to finish the research on golem production as soon as possible. Although we had the schematics, that didn’t mean we could completely replicate the golems either. We still needed a lot of time to research the details involved. That meant I needed a quiet environment to work in, one with sufficient food to sustain myself. That was exactly what our bounty was for. With so many souls available, I could probably sustain the research for a long while as long as I ate sparingly.
Naturally, all that was only possible if we could store the souls for long periods.
“Yo~ my dear little brother, aren’t you overthinking matters here. Since you aren’t hungry, and those souls aren’t even that tasty to begin with, how about your big sister here help get rid of them for you?”
One to always appear at opportune moments, Ferti’nier appeared once more to stick her finger in the proverbial pie. As long as she was in an awakened state…without any doubt whatsoever…this blasted Devil queen would love nothing more than to take advantage of me…
‘Ferti’nier, do you understand how much trouble we are in right now? We need to crack the method of golem production and create a production line in the shortest time possible. These souls, they are just what we need…’
“So do you have a method of storing them?” She immediately shut me up with a single sentence. “Once a soul is exposed to air, it won’t survive long without starting to dissipate -Purgatory doesn’t allow any soul to become a Vengeful Soul. Even if you’ve thought about trying to preserve them, I bet you don’t have the method, am I right?”
‘That’s true…but there’s no way a person like you who almost established her divinity wouldn’t have such a method! Don’t think I don’t know that souls are the most favored form of currency amongst Devils!
“Hohoho, your big sister does in fact know the method of creating a Soul Phylactery. Seems like my dear little brother has gotten smarter.”
‘Hmph, don’t think that bit of flattery will fool me.’
“But why should your big sister give you the method of creating a Soul Phylactery?”
‘Blast it all, let’s make something clear here: you’re the one staying in my body! It’s one thing that you haven’t ever paid any rent, you should at least give me some benefits!’
“And how is giving you benefits any different from paying a rent? Either way the idea is to be a freeloader, so whatever is easiest works best.” Having said that, her tone then took a sharp turn. “It’s not like your big sister over here even wanted to stay in a man’s body, she wasn’t even willing in the first place!”
I think I screwed up the previous post…in fact, I’m very sure I did…
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