Myriad Devils-Chapter 131: Descending into madness

At first, when Seth, Jacob, and Felix left the classroom, a mischievous Felix wanted to stay just outside of the room and listen in.

Jacob sighed and shook his head, "Every instructor of the military academy is at least a third world stellar fighter. Do you think she would not be able to perceive us?"

Felix heard this and clicked his tongue with annoyance.

"You’ll just ask him tomorrow." Jacob said.

"I’m not so sure about that, ’tomorrow’, you speak of." Seth heard Jacob’s words and mumbled this under his breath. Through the swarm of students plaguing the hallway, he made his way towards the building’s exit.

"Eh? What do you mean?" Felix picked up on his words and quickly beckoned for a reply.

Instead, Seth remained silent as he went through the exit doors of the academy building.

Behind him, Felix was like a pest that continuously asked him what he meant, and behind the two, Jacob followed, silently observing Seth.

"Do you have a crush on Anon?" Seth, visibly annoyed, kissed his teeth in reaction to Felix’s constant pestering.

Hearing this, Felix came to an abrupt halt, and went silent for a while.

In his mind, memories of the camp of ten thousand resurfaced.

What Seth hinted at, had been one of the reasons as to why he was bullied in the first place.

Seth suddenly rose an eyebrow in surprise as he felt a wave of dark intent originating from behind him.

"I dare you!" A grin played on Seth’s lips as his eyes lit up with excitement and he proclaimed loudly.

Felix’s eyes could not restrain the battle intent that was festering, causing Seth’s heart to thump slightly faster, in excitement.

He did not expect this daringness from Felix, but if the latter was seeking a vicious humbling, then Seth was happy to oblige.

As he turned around, his ruby colored orbs shone with vile intentions...

Behind the two, Jacob’s eyes glowed with a deep shade of purple.

Tch.

’Anon’s gone for one second, and these two have lost control.’ Jacob furrowed his brows as he prepared to step in.

He was already a freak amongst first worlders before entering the Blood-Drip Jungle.

Currently, he too had stepped into the second world.

Compared to the previous years, this group of first years had many freakish geniuses.

And amongst them, Jacob could stand tall.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

But before any kind of confrontation could take place, the doors to the academy building were violently flung open as a powerful wave of energy shot out, rushing in all directions.

The hair’s across Felix’s body stood on ends as endless stellar cosmic energy was drawn into the building...

"Stellar cosmic energy?! So much stellar cosmic energy!" Jacob roared out in shock.

"Damn! Damn!" Seth growled as he shot into the building.

He could sense it almost instantaneously.

’This?!’

’It’s originating from Anon’s location!’ Whether it was due to Blood Resonance or not, he knew it immediately!

Seeing his actions, the other two reacted instinctively, shooting into the building in pursuit.

But right then...

Before Felix’s and Jacob’s unsuspecting gazes...

Seth groaned in discomfort.

His skin turned red.

And blood began to flow out of his pores.

Flowing blood, gushing.

His body seemed to melt, and dripped.

His worldly flesh transformed...

Into a stream of blood.

A blood stream containing immense stellar cosmic energy and the principles of blood.

Before Felix and Jacob could possibly react, this stream of blood whizzed through the hallway at such a high speed, they could only stare dumbstruck.

In the blink of an eye, they had lost sight of it. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

...

Location: Lost Lands.

Region: Drifting Rock Terrain...

Indeed, it was said that the Lost Lands was home to ten thousand regions, and each of these regions was said to have a charm unique only to them.

It was said that a single region was akin to an entirely new world, beyond the mundane world of humans, the Lasting Lands.

Drifting Rock Terrain was one such region.

With floating rocks that littered the skies, a single one of these rocks could span anywhere from tens to hundreds, and possibly even thousands of miles.

Instead of rocks, maybe the term cosmic bodies was more suitable.

Anyways...

There were such a numerous amount of rocks decorating the skies that it was practically impossible to count them all.

Of these rocks, the smaller ones, spanning a few tens of miles at most, were located closest to the land of the Lost Lands, whilst the largest of rocks that threatened to cover the entire world were high into the far reaches of the skies, releasing daunting auras that skewed gravity.

But this was only one of multiple aspects that made the Drifting Rock Terrain so unique.

...

On one of the smallest rocks closest to the earth below, in a very miniscule and ordinary area of this rock’s surface, there were two humanoid figures present.

One laid on the ground, unconscious, arms torn off, and a body riddled with gaping wounds, whilst the other picked apart at the mangled corpse of a beastly creature with three eyes and an ugly face.

Although it had a humanoid body, it also had six arms and purple skin. There were even bones protruding its forearms and back that appeared to have formed naturally.

Towards this grotesque monster, blood-colored talons formed on the conscious human’s fingers as he dug into the heart region of this monster.

As blood spilled into the surroundings and time passed, the conscious human clawed out the beastly creature’s heart and carefully observed it.

From the heart that was larger than the human’s hand, a black puss-like liquid fell to the earth. It was incredibly thick and slimy, and released a foul stench into the surroundings.

The stench was so foul that the face of the human resting unconscious wrinkled up in disgust. Yet, the conscious human did not seem to mind it one bit and instead lifted the heart into the sky.

As the black heart appeared above his face, the strange liquid it oozed fell from the heart and onto his face.

Opening his mouth, the conscious human squeezed the heart tightly and swallowed the black liquid that it oozed.

Some time passed, and his grip on the heart only tightened, causing more black liquid to fall.

"Ughhh..."

It was a natural biological reaction to the beastly creature’s essence. Even though he willingly consumed it, he still couldn’t help but grimace from the taste.

By the time the heart stopped oozing black liquid, it had already been crushed under his grip, and so, he casually tossed it away.

Meaty pieces of flesh splattered onto the ground.

Then, he approached the wounded and unconscious human. He stretched out his right arm and opened his palm.

On one of his fingers was a ring that trembled slightly before an old-looking wine gourd appeared in his grasp.

Releasing the cap that covered the gourd’s mouth, he then tilted the wine gourd over, causing a green liquid to spill out.

Though it appeared wasteful at first, the green liquid fell onto the unconscious and mangled body of Anon, seeping into his pores and drilling into the depths of his flesh.

The gaping wounds that littered his body began healing at a rate visible to the naked eye. And his torn arms, from his shoulder, began to regrow.

Flesh formed on regenerating bones.

Before long, though still unconscious, there wasn’t even a single wound on his body. And even his limbs had regrown.

Seth’s ears then perked up as a smile greeted his lips.

Under his gaze, Anon’s eyelids trembled lightly before opening wide.

Though he was visibly disgusted by the stench that wafted the air, there were more pressing matters at hand.

And though Seth was right next to him, Anon did not appear to perceive this.

"Ugh?!" Anon groaned, confused.

As he attempted to rise to his feet, an overwhelming sense of weakness washed over him, causing him to fall onto his buttocks.

His eyes widened as he stared into the palms of his hands.

His palms were trembling whilst cold sweat oozed from his forehead and trickled down his face.

There were dark circles visible under his eyes, dark gold eyes that lacked the strength it had in the past.

Anon glanced at Seth who was somehow still present even though he had utilized the Arcane-grade wormhole anklets, and yet, he did not question Seth.

Right now, he did not care about such things.

Instead, there was a strangeness that pervaded his chest and seeped into his heart.

It caused him to clench his jaw tightly.

Anon formed fists with his hands and then slammed them into the hard ground.

Bam!

Seth stood before him, observing these antics, but he did not seem bothered.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Anon continuously slammed his fists into the ground.

The rocky ground was too sturdy, and so, bruises formed and opened, blood began oozing before splattering wildly into the surroundings.

Anon continuously pummeled the earth, even grating his teeth and biting his lips in rage.

Suppressing the urge to burst out in laughter, Seth opted to remain in silence whilst observing Anon’s antics.

As for the reasoning behind Anon’s current state; he could somewhat deduce it.

’It is not recommended for a second world stellar fighter to activate an Arcane-grade magical item.’ Seth mused inwardly.

Not only would it put a strain on the spirit, if one was unlucky, they could turn themselves into a vegetable.

Even in the best case scenario, after straining one’s spirit and damaging the foundation of the spirit, it would naturally result in the loss of one’s cultivation!

And the damage to the spirit made regaining said cultivation tens of times more difficult.

Verily, this was the primary reason as to why Anon had gone completely mad.

The loss of one’s cultivation was not an easy pill to swallow.

Anon...

His mind suffered from a drowning sense of sluggishness.

The best way to put this into words, was to relate it to something.

A very common experience...

Amplified to a greater extent, naturally, but simply put, what Anon felt was similar to one who was actively attempting to remember something, and subconsciously knowing that they were very close to remembering that thing, but still being unable to remember no matter how much one tried.

His spirit had once held onto a much greater power and was capable of remarkable feats. However, due to the immense strain it had borne, it was only able to grasp a trace of that power.

Falling from the third layer of the first world, to the second layer, and then plummeting to the first, although his spirit was still that of a second worlder, it was, at most, only capable of completing five or so tasks simultaneously.

Though it had been less than a week since he returned from the Blood-Drip Jungle, over that time in the academy, he was still reaping the benefits of the constant threat of death that had been looming over his shoulder.

Before utilizing the Arcane-grade wormhole anklets, his spirit was nearing the peak of the third layer, and he was capable of easily completing fifteen simple tasks simultaneously.

Now though, this was most certainly not the case.

"Are you okay?" Seth’s sarcastic voice entered his ears.