The hostile bloodline resonance coming from the wastelands outside the city rang like a warning bell, echoing deep within Viridian's soul.Inside the Saint Abyss Workshop, it was deathly silent.Familiar.Yet strange.Viridian slowly opened his eyes. The irises that had just lost their scarlet hue now held only a cold, almost tangible murderous intent.He recognized that presence.Decayed, ancient, carrying the weight of sealing all things.It was them!It was the Tomb Keepers from the first volume — those who treated him as a tool and nearly left him to die beneath the final seal!A scene he had once glimpsed through that Tomb Keeper’s memories flashed across Viridian’s mind in an instant.He was nothing more than a "tool" used to open the seal.And now, from Samael’s memories, he had received an even more humiliating, even colder answer.He is not merely a tool.He is

Inside the Saint Abyss Workshop, the gray-white sealing force spread like a tsunami, assaulting the prison built from the light-and-dark magic array.The entire underground chamber trembled violently; the runes on the walls flickered, emitting a groan as if under unbearable strain.Seeing this, the tombkeeper leader holding the soul-lamp spoke a cold, decisive statement from the darkness beneath his hood."Useless. The foundation of this prison is the opposition of light and darkness. And our sealing power just happens to be able to suppress both of those attributes simultaneously.""In less than ten breaths, this place will be razed to the ground."To him, this farce ought to be over.Yet, faced with this impending collapse into doom, there wasn't a trace of panic on Viridian's face.He looked at the gravedigger, a hint of pity in his eyes as if gazing at a fool who thought himself clever."Who told you that my workshop is sus

Inside the Saint Abyss Workshop, a deathly silence.The air still bore the weight left by the dissipated sealing power, and Lilith’s ancient aura brought an absolute suppression born of the hierarchy of life.Viridian stood in the center of the workshop, expressionless.Lilith’s “feeding” was efficient and thorough, but for him it was only an appetizer. The real feast had only just begun.He slowly extended his hand, palm up.“Collect the tax.”The cold will, like a royal decree, reverberated throughout the workshop.Where the three gravekeepers had vanished, the space was slightly warped. Three fist-sized gray spheres of light, condensed from the purest malice and fragments of memory, slowly emerged.They were the residues left after Lilith "digested" them. And in Viridian's eyes, they were the highest-grade nourishment!The three orbs seemed to be drawn by an invisible pull, turning

Inside the Shengyuan Workshop, the subterranean rumbling gradually subsided.Viridian stood where he was, and on the dark blue panel the final thread of thought from the “Mother” flickered like a candle in the wind—weak but persistent.[She wants to live!]There wasn't an ounce of pity on Viridian's face.From that plea he saw not the struggle of a life, but an asset that could be appraised, exploited, and maximized.A near-dead quasi-god, a being deeply bound to the energy node of the "Final Seal."Sustaining her "existence" would be tantamount to indirectly gripping control of that vast energy node in his own hands.This investment must be made.Moreover, it must be made in his way."Begin the operation."Veridian's will sank once more."Net Phantom"—activate!His consciousness instantly shrugged off the shackles of flesh, turning into an invisible stream of data that rode t

The sky above Silver Sail City was completely dead.That high-hanging moon was no longer blood-colored, but rather the color of ashes that had exhausted all light and heat.It resembled a single eye of death overlooking the mortal world, coldly gazing down upon this silent city of sin.All flames, at this moment, were extinguished.Whether the firewood in the hearth, the furnace core of the alchemy workshop, or the flames named desire deep within people's souls—all turned to nothingness before this ultimate cold.On the streets, the revelry and greed on the faces of countless sinners solidified.Like puppets whose souls had been instantly drawn away, they stiffly raised their heads, gazing up at that gray moon, feeling a primal terror from the depths of their being—the instinctual fear of being completely burned to ash.The apocalypse has arrived.Inside the Sanctum Workshop.Viridian suddenly looked up, his perception that blended light and darkness pierced through layers of obstacle