Chapter 540

He didn't know why, even now that Luo De had reached this level.

After using 【Rage】, he lost consciousness instantly, just as before.

Almost the moment 【Rage】 flooded his spirit.

Luo De's vision went black, as if plunged into the same darkness as the black orb ritual.

All sound vanished in an instant.

No more magical thunder, no more roaring flames.

Silence.

Only a faint, echoing hum of emptiness remained.

"It feels a little different from last time."

Luo De raised an eyebrow.

The last time he used 【Rage】 was in the Fear Dimension, against the high cultivator severely wounded by Spider Queen Luo Si.

He had relied on 【Rage】 and Pan Ni's shared skill 【Paralyzing Claw Strike】, stacking over 1000 layers, to immobilize that ninth-rank dimensional creature and buy time to escape with Sharon.

"The 【Abyssal Maw】 absorbs ranged magic, 【Dragon Scale】 and Power Liberation's passive effects, plus the stacked layers of Blood Burst and Paralyzing Claw Strike. Asmodeus is locked in stasis—I shouldn't be torn in half by the time I wake up."

【Rage】 is a powerful skill.

But every time he uses it, his heart pounds uneasily.

But when has any battle ever been guaranteed?

【Rage】 channels all focus into the body's instincts, pushing passive skills to their limits.

Just trust it.

Luo De shook his head with a bitter smile and stopped thinking.

Suddenly—

The darkness before him flared bright again.

As the scene shifted—

He felt the solid ground beneath his feet.

Only then did Luo De realize he had been closing his eyes.

He opened them.

A horrific battlefield met his gaze.

A blood-red setting sun, shattered and collapsed city walls.

Broken spears jutted from the scorched earth; tattered banners fluttered in the stench-laden wind.

Corpses littered the ground; pyramids of dead stretched endlessly across the plain.

Blood, fury, ruin.

This was not Coral Bay, nor any place in Luo De's memory.

【Rage +135】

【Rage +127】

【Rage +138】

The Rage points on his panel surged wildly.

"What's going on?"

As he wondered—

The blood-red sun in the sky erupted in crimson light, striking straight into his chest.

Trapped within this consciousness space, Luo De had no time to dodge.

The light slammed into his chest.

But 【Sky's Will】's ultra-high mental resistance seemed to activate, holding it at bay two or three centimeters from his skin.

And allowed him to see what it was.

—A vivid red 【Mark】, shaped like a skull.

Similar to the 【Plague Mark】 on Sharon and Vivian, and the 【Lust Mark】.

But its essence was entirely different: an 【Cruel Mark】 brimming with endless rage and bloody slaughter.

Luo De's expression darkened slightly.

According to Bone Dragon Mei Gan's earlier words—

【Marks】 were enhancements bestowed by top-tier cosmic beings to filter followers, designed to absorb the target's spiritual desires.

That meant he'd been targeted by a cruel, bloodthirsty cosmic entity?

Why me?

Am I that bloodthirsty?

The 【Cruel Mark】 remained suspended over his chest.

As Luo De pondered what to do—

A soft voice called beside him: "Luo De—"

The voice was gentle, warm, yet tinged with a cool detachment.

The sky began to crumble.

The scene shifted again.

"Again?"

In the blink of an eye, Luo De found himself lying atop a vast blue web.

Directly ahead—

Stood a tall, elegant, beautiful woman with black hair cascading like a waterfall to the ground.

Her skin was snow-white and luminous; her pupils were strange blue magical vortices, too dazzling to meet directly.

Three silver-blue tear moles lined beneath her left eye, glowing faintly.

She wore a blue-and-white star-sand robe embroidered with magical runes.

The robe and her hair trailed to the ground, collar slightly loose.

It was pulled taut by her high chest, revealing delicate, flowing collarbones.

Behind her floated a divine halo radiating unique light.

Luo De stared in shock:

"Mistral?"

The Mowangcanan involving the death of a ninth-rank mage had been front-page news.

Thus, Mistral's photo and appearance were widely known.

But the newspaper photos showed her more disheveled and unkempt—not as clean and beautiful as now.

"Hello, Mr. Luo De."

Mistral bowed slightly.

The loose collar revealed a faint, suggestive cleavage.

"You're using a divine spark and Asmodeus's power to ascend; your divine blood falling into the Underworld was your plan."

"No surprise, Mr. Luo De. Thanks to you destroying Asmodeus's scepter, I had enough energy to manifest."

Mistral wore her hair pulled completely back, exposing a smooth, clean forehead—adding a touch of efficiency and icy beauty.

Yet she always seemed on guard, her brow perpetually furrowed.

Luo De wasn't afraid—he plopped down right on the spiderweb-like magical net.

Swinging gently, like a hammock.

"But why come to me now? Why pull me out of that unknown consciousness space? You must have a reason."

He glanced at the 【Cruel Mark】 on his chest.

Not a problem—【Sky's Will】 was holding strong.

"That's a plane within the dimensional realm, Mr. Luo De, ruled by a violent, warlike cosmic entity. Once the Mark implants into you, that being will trace your path."

The lady with the divine halo suddenly paused.

"Your mental resistance is unexpectedly strong—you actually resisted it."

"Hmm… trace my path?"

"Yes. Because of the war between the Kingdom of Aithelon and the Heavenly Flower Kingdom, the current reality dimension is at its peak of destruction and slaughter. This amplifies all beings born of killing in the dimensional realm—even if they return to reality, they may still exert influence."

Yes, because of the war between the Kingdom of Aitheron and the Heavenly Garden Kingdom, the current reality dimension is in its peak period of destruction and slaughter, and this projection into other spaces greatly amplifies the power of all beings born from slaughter—even if they return to reality, they may still be able to influence it.

If his 【Charming Fluid】's lust storm could empower lust-based cosmic entities,

Then widespread plague or large-scale war and slaughter would do the same.

Likewise, should a plague sweep across the continent or large-scale war and slaughter occur, the same thing will happen.

What a mess.

"So, Mr. Luo De."

Mistral's blue vortex eyes locked onto Luo De.

"My ascension is irreplaceable. The Magic Web will shield reality from dimensional incursions, buying time for the coming chaos."

"Just say what you need, Mistral. I might not even live to see that day—and I doubt a lowly seventh-rank like me can help you. But right now, I hope you win."

"No, Mr. Luo De—call me Mistral. You can do more than you realize. If I'm not mistaken, your 【Charming Fluid】 has evolved, hasn't it?"

"No, Mr. Luo De, call me Mistral. You can do more than you imagine—if I didn't misread the signs, your 【Charming Fluid】 should have evolved, hasn't it?"

「.

Luo De suddenly had a bad feeling.

Mistral's brow remained furrowed, revealing no other expression.

"That is the spell known as 【Genesis Dew】; it was by this that Lilith gave birth to the succubus race."

"And as you, Mr. Luo De, are male and lack Lilith's 【Feast Womb】, you naturally cannot bear life—but the fluids you release contain the purest and most vital energy for a newborn."

"Wait!"

Luo De's face had gone rigid.

"I get what comes next—you give me the released 【Genesis Dew】, right? I've lived through this plot before; it's not surprising."

"But the problem is!"

"You're currently just a single drop of blood, mixed into Asmodeus's body! You can't seriously expect me to—um—"

(End of Chapter)