Frode’s eyes, which had become pale, gradually returned to normal.
However, just as they returned to normal, more death aura launched an assault on him.
The blue flames of the End Soul Flowers also began to flicker, as if they would extinguish at any moment. Faced with this crisis, Frode remained calm and unhurried, following the Soul Trick practice method, and opened a slit in the center of his soul body’s forehead.
This slit was like a third eye, and as soon as it opened, the swirling death aura around him seemed to find a floodgate and rushed into the slit in his forehead.
As the death aura surged into Frode’s body, some fallen characteristics reappeared on him.
Pale undead eyes, pitch-black undead hands, and the malevolent undead domain...
However, under the dual protection of the End Soul Flowers and the Soul Soothing Stone, Frode managed to keep the fallen characteristics within a certain range and did not completely fall.
The infusion of death aura lasted for a full minute.
From Angel’s perspective, Frode maintained a calm and steady pace, seemingly at ease, but Angel had also seen the Skin Scroll recording the Soul Trick practice method. It clearly stated that the step of incorporating death aura into the body is incredibly difficult... This is the prelude to the fall.
The mind would oscillate repeatedly, and various temptations of corruption would constantly assault Frode’s psychological defenses.
This step is like a succubus casting a charm spell on a lecher. To maintain one’s original intent and resist temptation requires immense determination.
If it were Adar and Shanni, their thoughts being simple, the temptations would have limited allure to them, and they might endure it easily. But Frode, being an adult who has experienced various desires and complex thoughts, avoiding psychological gaps for death aura to penetrate is immensely challenging.
The outcome was pleasing. Frode’s first step concluded perfectly.
When Frode sealed the slit in his forehead, he did not fall, and even the fallen characteristics in his soul body were gradually returning to normal.
Once more, Angel constructed a field of spiritual power around him, aiding Frode in suppressing the surging death aura within.
Without the interference of external death aura, Frode began to struggle with the death aura inside.
In a blink, a night passed.
The fallen characteristics on Frode’s body completely disappeared, reverting to a normal appearance. But this did not mean Frode was truly normal. The core of power within his soul body was like a bomb repeatedly swelling, ready to explode at any time, causing the death aura to rush back, skipping the fallen process and turning into undead directly.
Frode now had to truly practice Soul Tricks, using practice to slowly digest and reduce the death aura that had swelled to the extreme within the core.
This practice lasted a full two days.
At a certain moment, two days later, Frode opened his eyes. He had digested the death aura to its limit; if he were to continue digesting it, he would begin his first lesson in Soul Tricks.
Yet, Frode stopped at this critical moment.
He took out the Soul Collection Bottle containing Lady Cilla.
He was not prepared to follow the step-by-step learning route but intended to absorb Lady Cilla’s power by consuming it to acquire her Soul Trick!
This step was even more difficult than incorporating the death aura before.
There was the constant risk of falling.
However, this was also a tremendous opportunity; as long as he could endure, he would possess a Soul Trick derived from a Special Undead!
For him, this could further enhance his strength and could even match his combat power when alive in a short time!
"Since there’s the Prelude of the Undead, if worse comes to worst, I’ll start over; I’ll give it a shot." Frode steeled his heart, hesitated no longer, unscrewed the Soul Collection Bottle, and with one inhale at its mouth, Lady Cilla turned into a faint light and entered Frode’s soul body.
In that instant when Lady Cilla entered Frode’s body, his appearance began to fall again.
The undead eyes reappeared, veins surfaced on his face, his nails turned black and started spreading up his arms... though everything progressed slowly, it showed no sign of stopping.
Time ticked by, and about three hours later, approximately 80% of Frode’s body had fallen.
Seeing this, Angel began to raise an alarm in his heart, a light flashed across his bracelet, and the dark silver barrel of the Samsara Overture appeared in his hand.
If Frode were to completely fall, he would fire immediately.
After another half hour, the fall still did not stop, 90% had been claimed, only the core location of the soul body at the center of his chest remained as the last stronghold.
But at this pace of invasion, Angel wasn’t too optimistic about whether Frode could hold the line.
The energy of ordinary undead is like a glass of clear water. The Negative Energy of the undead, however, is like a droplet of extremely thick ink, mixed into the clear water, it would quickly pollute it.
Moreover, Lady Cilla was a Special Undead; what dripped into the clear water wasn’t just a single drop of ink.
Frode must practice Soul Tricks to digest Lady Cilla’s Negative Energy and turn it into his own skill. To make the polluted water clear again.
This is very difficult to accomplish.
The erosion had not stopped yet, 93%, 94%... the fall progressed with gusto toward 100%.
Angel sighed inwardly, it seemed Frode wouldn’t make it.
Just as Angel was rubbing the silver patterns on the gun handle, ready at any moment to fire to save the fallen soul...
The fall abruptly froze at 96%.
Then, the next second, within Angel’s nearly data-driven gaze, the number 96% gently twitched.
95%.