Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Angor came back and saw Keely diligently guarding his body.
“You done?”
“Yeah,” Angor mumbled as he tossed Yethew’s body on the ground before returning to his own body. “Thanks.”
Keely quietly walked away and returned to Luna. It seemed that the kitten wasn’t afraid of poison since it was still happily playing with Yethew’s bug.
Freud’s soul saw Yethew’s broken corpse, and suddenly, he began to laugh madly. He was still crying at the same time, but he was no longer crying tears of blood.
His bloodshot eyes slowly returned to normal while the black aura around him gradually disappeared as he enjoyed his sweet revenge.
It took him some time to calm down. After that, Freud bowed and thanked Angor, somewhat bashfully.
“I mean, thanks. I’ll stick to my word; as long as you take me away from this hellhole, I’ll take you to that item I mentioned.”
“Of course.” Angor nodded.
Keely grew curious and sent Angor a voice transmission, “Does he really have something like that?”
Keely didn’t join the fight earlier, but Angor did feel grateful since her kitten helped him avoid Yethew’s deadly trap. He had no problem explaining this one to Keely.
“I’m not sure about his words, but what he said sounded solid enough.”
“So what exactly did he say?”
“You ever heard of ‘Whelk of The Dreaming Coast’?”
Keely pondered. “Yeah, something deemed as the ‘most useless Mystery item’ according to magazines. It pulls objects into dreams regardless of their levels, if I remember right.”
“Yup, that’s the thing. It sold for ten thousand crystals during an auction held in the floating city thirty years ago. It has something to do with Freud’s title, ‘Dream Reader’, so I think Freud wasn’t lying about it.”
“I see…” Keely quickly lost interest.
This item only worked on none-lifeform objects. People might use this thing to sleep better, and that was about it. Nothing else.
Angor didn’t have any use for the item either, but he believed he could investigate it to learn about Mystery energy. And according to Greya, every Mystery item existed for a reason, which might not have been discovered by its user yet. He hoped he could figure out the true effect of the whelk. However, this was very unlikely.
As they talked, something changed on Yethew’s corpse. Slowly, Yethew’s soul crawled into their view.
Yethew’s first reaction was to curse Angor using the worst words he could find. But when he saw Angor looking his way, he realized he was just killed by Angor and trembled in fear. In the next second, he switched his attitude and begged for mercy. He even promised that he would give everything he had to Angor as long as Angor could take his soul away from here as well.
Angor paid no attention to Yethew’s words. It was Keely who responded by sending a violet ember toward Yethew’s direction because she grew so impatient at the man’s rambling.
The small ember floated to Yethew slowly. It didn’t seem so dangerous, but to Yethew, he felt as if something that was as heavy as a mountain was trapping his soul, causing him to be unable to even lift a finger.
Angor saw Yethew’s soul remaining still before the ember ignited him like a lit match that fell into a pot of oil.
The now greater fire burned brightly for a brief moment before it died down, along with Yethew’s painful scream. What remained of his essence would soon get burned away.
Freud also shivered a little while watching everything that was happening. As a soul, he knew what the purple ember meant. He was glad he did not try to annoy Keely with his vengeful words earlier.
Again, Angor didn’t care about what happened to Yethew. He already planned to vanquish Yethew’s soul once and for all, and Keely just saved him a lot of time.
Before Yethew’s soul could fully disappear, a guidance beam invisible to human eyes covered up both Freud and Yethew.
Yethew didn’t have any strength left to resist, so his soul was taken away by the strange beam instantly.
Just as Angor saw it and wondered what was happening, Freud caught his attention.
“Something is pulling me into the void!” Freud was flailing his arms helplessly while his soul slowly floated upward.
“Huh? There’s something that’s drawing people’s souls…” Angor and Keely couldn’t see the strange force, but they quickly realized what was going on.
Angor caught up with Freud and took out a tiny, violet flower from his bracelet.
“Don’t resist. I’ll put your soul inside the Soul Floret.”
Left with no choice, Freud nodded and relaxed.
Now, both the force of guidance and Angor’s flower were trying to pull Freud. The former was slowly winning out as it dragged Freud’s soul out of Angor’s reach.
Angor chanted Spirit Mantra and ejected his soul without a second thought.
He didn’t find the strange light beam, nor did he care where it was. He did so because the sequence of gravity could also affect other souls.
He applied gravity force and pushed Freud toward his Soul Floret, which finally helped him win the tug-of-war.
While yanked by Angor’s gravity momentum, Freud sank inside the violet flower.
When Freud disappeared into the Soul Floret, the strange guidance light retreated to somewhere unknown.
Angor made sure Freud was safe in his item before returning to his body.
“Did you see what was taking him away?” Keely joined him while asking.
Angor shook his head.
“So it only attracts souls of dead ones, but not those whose bodies are still breathing,” Keely said with a sigh. “I think the business they’re pulling is more troublesome than what we expected.”
…
Meanwhile, inside an underground chamber near the location of the purification garden.
Two individuals—one man and a woman—were sitting in front of a water pool fully covered behind white vapor. The woman sitting on the right suddenly retracted her hand from the pool and let out a “huh”.
“What’s the problem, Signey?” the man to the left asked in a throaty tone.