The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 123

Chapter 123: Immortal Shadows (??? Side)

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

At the edge of the Berga Kingdom, in a forest where people rarely tread, a man with a disheveled appearance and a weapon embedded with crystals was squatting.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this! We were supposed to obtain the power to prove our righteousness!”

The man had been present in the battle at the Duke’s mansion. However, witnessing the overwhelming difference in power between him and the Bergs, he had promptly fled, surviving the purge.

“Serk Grantos! It’s because of him, because of him, I’m in this situation!”

It was humiliating. Despite being inferior to him in every way, this man had lost everything while Serk had gained power, status, and women.

“No… I still have this.”

Muttering while looking at the weapon in his hand, a power unique to him, crafted from the crystal given by that merchant. With this, he could still survive.

“I just need to take from those who have food and clothes… I’m a noble, and it’s right to collect from the commoners.”

The man muttered as he started walking.

Shadows overflowed from the crystal.

“Huh?”

The shadows entwined around the man’s body like numerous snakes, infiltrating every part of him.

“Gah!? Guh!? Bleargh!?”

From his eyes, mouth, ears, and every opening, the shadows infiltrated the man’s body.

“No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! I don’t want to die!”

Fighting against the phenomenon assaulting him and the sensation of sinking into darkness, the man desperately screamed within his mind.

As the man’s consciousness completely faded away…

“Burning to death is quite a first, isn’t it?”

Fifth, wearing a hood, stood in that spot.

“I’m used to dying in Evol, but that was quite harsh. Humans really go beyond our expectations, don’t they?”

Thinking of what happened to himself as if it were someone else’s problem, Fifth looked down at the weapon the man had cherished.

“How many times does this make it with this man? The fifth. Changing names from Fifth became too troublesome… Well, there’s no need to change it now.”

Muttering to himself, Fifth crushed the weapon underfoot.

“With this, the Empire is burdened with the Kingdom and the Theocracy. The power to intervene in the magical continent, which is usually on high alert, is now nonexistent. Ideally, I wanted to crush those individuals, but it’s not good to be fixated if it’s impossible.”

While contemplating the events that occurred to him as if they were unrelated, Fifth walked, holding a black staff, accompanied by wriggling shadows.

“Both the vessel and the gate are now complete… Soon, very soon, I will reclaim it.”

Fifth muttered, like a seeker on the verge of realizing a long-cherished wish.

“Not with these fragments, but with true power and form…”

Like something detesting its own fallen self…