Chapter 414 - Prelude to Rebirth
“I think you should give up if she’s as powerful as a wizard.” Angor frowned. “But do you really think your own teacher put you in a hopeless situation which might even kill you?”
It was true that there were wizards who weren’t interested in teaching students, but as long as they accepted the students, they usually wouldn’t intentionally trick them. Wizards didn’t need tricks to kill apprentices.
There was the possibility that someone might have some twisted “hobbies” of watching someone suffer. Yet Angor believed that such people would at least leave a trace of hope in their trap. Putting someone in a hopeless situation meant the victim would simply wait for death, which wasn’t “fun” at all.
No matter how he considered, Angor didn’t really believe that Shadow’s teacher presented an impossible challenge. Shadow was almost a wizard now, as well as a disciple that inherited the same art as his teacher. Anyone in his or her sane mind would welcome new blood joining their ranks.
“You know, I agree. But I can’t beat Naga!” Shadow complained. He spent two days in a heated battle against Naga, and he didn’t even leave a scratch on her.
“At least your teacher doesn’t wish you dead since you can get away in one piece. Now, think about what you can get from this challenge while staying alive.”
Shadow somewhat got an idea from Angor’s suggestion. “Now that you mentioned it… I think there’s something…”
About half a day later, he had slaughtered nearly two thousand souls, which was when he finally noticed something changing on his gun.
Prelude to Rebirth was shaped like an ordinary revolver, but the ammo cylinder was only a decoration since the gun didn’t need actual bullets.
At first, he planned to use physical bullets enchanted with different runes which could help him attack other creatures as well.
He did leave the cylinder design. However, without using the knowledge of expansion runes, the revolver only had room for six bullets.
Before Angor could spend time crafting more bullets for it, the cylinder of Prelude to Rebirth was cosmetic only.
However, something changed on the cylinder after he had killed two thousand souls.
The tiny white dots slowly gathered inside one of the six chambers and occupied the space intended for a physical bullet.
Angor wondered what did this thing do. Maybe this was the “Mystery energy” he meant to find out?
His spirit feelers told him that the white bullet did contain foreign energy, but he couldn’t tell any other details.
Which meant he had to “give it a shot”.
The bullet was probably meant for dealing with undead creatures too, so Angor looked around for more souls.
He failed. He had wiped out most of the souls around the edge of the forest.
He walked back to the main path and headed to the other half of Black Forest. But he was surprised to notice a single wandering soul in the middle of the road.
This one wasn’t weeping like the others. She was looking into the distance, in the direction of Dark Castle, and Angor could only see her back as well as her long, black hair.
Still, he felt overwhelming negative energy and the sharp emotion of malice coming from the soul.
“You’re next then.”
Angor held up Prelude to Rebirth and aimed at the strange soul.