Chapter 489
Chapter 489 Lonely Alice
Of course, the river of fate had no consciousness!
That was why these roars of anger were actually the emotions that the world consciousness was sending through the layers of laws.
Each world had its own functioning laws and principles. It wasn’t until everything ran according to these laws that the world would be complete and healthy. Yet in the world right now, there were too many powerful existences who were using their strength to disrupt the functioning of the world. They were making the world consciousness bend to their whims.
That was something the world consciousness would not allow!
That was why there was always a massive battle perpetually being fought on a level imperceptible to most lifeforms of the World of Adepts.
Alice, who spent her days in the river of fate in a strange state, was also dragged into this conflict. Countless unexpected dangers had come her way.
Her powers were too weak compared to those existences, and she was insignificant before them. When they ravaged the river of fate and sent monstrous waves everywhere, they might have been able to get away easily. However, most of the time, their actions would result in tragedy for the First Grade Alice if she couldn’t avoid them.
Greem rolled his eyes as his body appeared five steps away with a flash. He had used the fire to reconstruct his body during this flash. He could almost cast aside all damage and curses on the surface of his body through this method.
Strangely enough, Greem was stunned when he reappeared five steps away. He touched his lips and stopped on the spot.
Dammit, those teeth marks were still there! That brat Alice had gotten him good this time!
How was he supposed to meet people now?!
Greem howled several times silently. He had no choice but to form a golden mask out of flame and wear it on his face. It might look a little weird, but it was better than being laughed at by Mary.
Once he returned to his room, Greem began examining all his magical equipment.
The Blaze of Destruction could effectively amplify the power of fire spells. It even attached soul-burning effects to those spells. He could still use this staff after advancing to Second Grade, and there was no need to consider replacing it yet.
The three Ioun Stones, on the other hand, had to be retired. Once Greem became a Second-Grade adept the stones small enhancement would not affect Greem at all. There was no point in keeping them around other than to look cool.
All the rest of his magical equipment had to be retired as well. Their prowess no longer matched Greem’s current strength.
The only one of all those that satisfied Greem’s expectations was the Soul Equipment– the Scroll of Voodoo.
As Soul Equipment that had followed Greem through his apprentice years, the Scroll of Voodoo was also an accompanying-type magical equipment. It could absorb the power of the host’s soul to strengthen itself continuously. Of course, the process of strengthening also cost plenty of rare resources and magical materials.
The Greem of the past had no idea about this and had no concept of where to start improving the Scroll of Voodoo.
However, he gained a clear and definite clue after deciphering the knowledge runes that Mary and the others had brought back from the burial grounds.
Greem allowed a thought flash across his mind, and the magical tome hanging by his waist appeared in his hands. As he caressed the hard surface of the thick book, he could feel a vague sense of power coursing through it.
This power was neither elementium energy nor magical energy. Rather, it was closer to the soul flux that all spirit consciousness possessed.
Greem flipped open the cover. The pages inside were somehow all merged together, leaving only a single page. Drawn on the page was a strange and profound hexagram. A large green jewel was embedded in each of the protruding edges, and a bizarre, doll-like lifeform was slowly crawling around in the middle of the hexagram. It was within the two-dimensional confines of the page, yet it gave people a feeling as if it was a living thing.
Greem looked at the strange array and then at the unknown lifeform. He couldn’t help but sigh.
One had to use gemstones compatible with the Scroll of Voodoo’s attributes to strengthen it. Six emeralds weren’t much for Greem now. However, its six-emerald-per-month consumption rate was shocking, even for Greem.
The Voodoo Doll inside the Scroll of Voodoo had finally formed its body after Greem had fed emeralds to the Scroll for as many as ten years. Moreover, if Greem wanted to turn it into a Spirit of Pestilence, he would have to provide it with large amounts of flesh and life.
Initial estimates by the Chip suggested that a sacrifice of at least, bare minimum, ten thousand lives were required!