Inside the Abyss, an indescribable world.
The stars and the moon painted a beautiful picture of the night sky. However, no matter how beautiful the night sky was, it couldn't hide the desolation of the land and the lack of life.
This was a nearly deserted world.
A lonely library stood in the middle of this deserted land.
The interior of the library was luxuriously decorated. Countless books, beautifully carved attics and towers, as well as colorful windows filled with stories. The whole place was filled with the solemnity of a religion. The only living creature in the library was currently sitting in front of a desk, looking at the void in a daze.
If Angor were here, he would have noticed that the creature looked exactly the same as the statue in the underground hall of the Void Colossus.
It was the Scholar of Cruelty himself.
The Scholar of Cruelty's eyes, which had always been calm like an ancient well, now had a bit of surprise and even a bit of fear.
The Scholar of Cruelty didn't expect his consciousness to arrive at Rasudran for the second time in such a short time. Last time, it was because someone tried to destroy the rune core. This time, it was because of someone with a strange soul.
According to the human, everyone who tried to pry into his soul met with mishaps. The Scholar of Cruelty snorted at the time. Only when he went to check the soul did he realize that the human was right.
The Scholar of Cruelty recalled what he saw when he arrived and felt his heart palpitate.
It probed the human's soul and found a strange wound. That wound was using a power that did not conform to any rules, and soul power was flowing out of it. It wasn't much, but it was extremely pure.
The Scholar of Cruelty thought it was some kind of Mystery item that could increase the soul's quality out of nowhere.
But when he was about to look through the wound to check what was going on behind him, he suddenly felt a terrible pressure coming from a distant space.
Before it could even see what was happening, a torrent of information filled with negative emotions rushed into its consciousness.
The impact didn't only affect the consciousness left in Rasudran, but also the Scholar of Cruelty himself.
The Scholar of Cruelty's consciousness was pushed out of his soul space by the torrent of information. At that moment, the Scholar of Cruelty felt lucky.
This was because it had never experienced such a terrifying pressure since it was born.
After feeling the pressure, the Cruel Scholar understood that the existence behind the wound was definitely not something he could compare to … In fact, he had seen an existence called a "miracle" among humans in the Face of Pride before.
This kind of "miracle" is also a great person who can look down on it.
But even that "miracle" didn't give it as much pressure as the previous one.
There were three levels of Miracles, and it had only met a human at the initial level of Miracles. Perhaps the one standing behind that human apprentice was … an existence at the later level of Miracles!
When it thought of this, even its eyes could not help but flash with fear.
Who was that human Apprentice? Who was the existence behind him?
The Scholar of Cruelty silently pondered. From what that apprentice thought, it could be seen that he didn't seem to understand the mysteries of the soul … And the existence behind that soul didn't affect that apprentice too much. At most, it only gave him some soul power.
The coexistence between the human apprentice and the terrifying existence behind him made the Scholar of Cruelty very curious about the human apprentice.
"Both his body and soul are strange. I really want to study them." The Scholar of Cruelty's eyes flashed with a cruel light.
This kind of interest was even more exciting than the human Apprentice he met before.
…
Angor stepped back without being noticed.
He didn't know what happened, but the Scholar of Cruelty kept its head lowered, and the pressure and prying aura were gone. This was the best time to leave.
Angor did not dare to make any noise. He quietly retreated.
The door was right behind him. Angor could already see freedom waving at him.
"Human."
A calm voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Like a broken machine, he slowly turned his head around and looked at the statue of the Scholar of Cruelty in the center. His eyes were filled with embarrassment and regret.
Angor didn't dare to provoke such a powerful existence. He simply waited for its next words with a respectful expression.
Even if the Scholar of Cruelty didn't use its aura, Angor still didn't dare to run away.
"You …" The Scholar of Cruelty paused as if it was considering its words. "Are you willing to become my follower?"
Angor was surprised. He already knew what the Scholar of Cruelty was going to say, and he even thought about his miserable fate. But he didn't expect to hear it from the Scholar of Cruelty.
"Followers" were actually worshippers of a demon god.
Among humans, many wizards would choose to go astray because of their lack of strength. By worshipping a demon god, they could obtain the god's power to achieve their goals.
Almost all the leaders of the Abstruse Alchemy Guild in Floating Mech City were believers of the Abstruse Lord.
This kind of power was usually easy to obtain, and it could achieve the best results in a short time. However, this kind of power could bring endless troubles. Many people who worshipped a demon god would grow stronger in a short time, but their potential would gradually disappear. Besides, worshipping a demon god was the same as selling one's soul. Even after death, one's soul would belong to the demon god, and there would be no chance to change it.
Using immediate benefits to achieve a long-term goal was the method of a fiendcelestial.
Therefore, becoming a follower of a demon god was definitely not a good choice.
Angor's first instinct was to reject the offer. However, he was worried that he would get himself into trouble if he rejected a demon god who was countless times stronger than himself.
"You don't know what's good for you." A cold snort came from the mouth of the Cruel Scholar.
Angor hesitated for a moment before he realized that he did not activate the "shielding" rune just now. This meant that the woman had already seen through his thoughts.
Angor felt a little helpless. If he rejected a demon god's offer, he would probably end up dead.
To his surprise, the Scholar of Cruelty didn't punish him. Instead, the Scholar of Cruelty looked at Angor as if he was thinking about something.
Angor didn't know that the Scholar of Cruelty was also hesitating.
The Scholar of Cruelty asked Angor to become his follower as a test. Every follower of a demon god would leave a demon mark on their body and soul. This was not only to prevent the demon god's will from descending, but also to absorb power and souls from the follower.
The Scholar of Cruelty didn't dare to leave such a mark on this human apprentice after witnessing how terrifying the demon god was. He only wanted to test the demon god's bottom line.
If the Scholar of Cruelty left a strand of his will beside this human apprentice, would it cause a backlash?
However, Scholar Cruelty's curiosity overpowered his fear.
The Scholar of Cruelty expected Angor's resistance. He was just waiting for the demon god's reaction.
Five minutes had passed, and Angor noticed that the Scholar of Cruelty did not move or say anything after his speech. Angor's anxiety turned into doubt.
If the Scholar of Cruelty really wanted to kill him, he could do it in any way he wanted.
Did the Scholar of Cruelty not care about Angor's rejection? Or did the Scholar of Cruelty have other plans? Or maybe he was overthinking. Did the Scholar of Cruelty not care about a weak apprentice like him? Had his will already left Rasudran?
As Angor pondered, he heard a noise coming from the center of the hall.
Angor looked up. He thought the statue was moving, but it wasn't the statue that made the noise. It was the "Hungry Demon" he thought was dead.
The strange demon suddenly woke up. It propped up its withered body and howled at the sky in a strange, guttural voice.
The hall began to tremble. Broken stones and dust flew everywhere. Several of them almost hit Angor. He had to keep moving to avoid them. When he regained his senses, he found himself standing right next to the door.
Through the hole in the center of the door, Angor could see the dim light from the oil lamp outside, as well as the old, rotating staircase.
He glanced at the statue again and saw that it was still motionless.
Angor was overjoyed. The exit was right in front of him. Without hesitation, he turned around and tried to jump out of the hole.
However, a series of light runes suddenly appeared at the center of the hole.
Angor bumped into the light runes and bounced back as if he bumped into rubber.
Angor looked at the light runes again and recognized them as runes! Rasudran's rune hub was already destroyed. How could there be another rune in perfect condition? The only possibility … Angor looked back at the statue in the center of the hall.
The Scholar of Cruelty was the only one who could restore the runes.
When Angor looked at the statue, the Scholar of Cruelty still didn't move. Instead, the shriveled demon slowly stood up.
The demon was tall, and its body was covered in layers of loose skin that were covered in strange patterns. There was almost no flesh on its head. Only several layers of skin were left.
It had a single eye, a horn, and a bloody mouth full of sharp fangs. Its appearance was horrifying and strange.
Angor couldn't tell what kind of demon it was. However, he saw the demon's eyes suddenly glowing as it stared at him. Drool dripped down from the corner of its mouth as it mumbled something and slowly walked toward Angor.
Its steps were light and weak, but its speed was very fast.
It reached Angor in the blink of an eye and opened its mouth full of sharp fangs.
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