Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 784: What Legacy Would Be Suitable?

"It is not just talent," the ancient presence murmured, its laughter fading into a wide, feral smile. "Nor merely power. It is... unpredictability."

It circled Han Yu slowly, like a predator inspecting prey it had no intention of devouring.

"This sect," it continued, its tone shifting into something more reflective, "is strong. Stronger than most. But it is no longer growing."

It gestured vaguely, as if encompassing the entire Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect.

"For tens of thousands of years, it has refined itself within the same boundaries. The same paths. The same ambitions. It grows taller, perhaps, but never wider."

Its eyes burned brighter.

"Stagnation is death wearing the mask of stability."

It had seen this fate before. In sects greater than this one. In empires that spanned multiple worlds. They reached a peak, declared themselves eternal, and then slowly rotted from within.

The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect was not immune.

It had simply not reached that end yet.

"And you," the ancient presence said softly, looking down at Han Yu, "are chaos."

Not destructive chaos.

Transformative chaos.

The kind that shattered old frameworks and forced new ones to emerge. The kind that formed ladders to rise.

It was then that the mechanical voice of the Array Spirit echoed through the hall once more, cutting cleanly through the ancient presence’s thoughts.

"Simulation analysis complete."

The presence did not turn. It already knew what was coming.

"Subject presents a sixty-six percent probability of becoming an existential threat to the sect," the Array Spirit continued in its emotionless tone. "Recommendation: elimination of the potential threat to ensure long-term stability."

The words hung in the air, cold and precise.

To the Array Spirit, this was simple mathematics.

A disciple capable of resisting the Founding Will. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

A soul structure unknown to existing records.

Inconsistencies in identity, behavior, and history.

All signs pointed toward danger.

But where the Array Spirit saw risk, the ancient presence saw opportunity.

It laughed again, shorter this time, sharp and dismissive.

"Eliminate him?" it scoffed. "How very... small-minded."

It turned its glowing eyes toward the Stelae, its tone hardening.

"What would my sect even be worth," it said slowly, "if it could not endure a single disciple?"

The Array Spirit did not respond. It simply recorded the statement.

"If the sect is fated to perish before him," the ancient presence continued, voice carrying iron resolve, "then so be it."

The words were not spoken lightly. They were a declaration.

"But if there exists even a chance," it went on, "that he can carry it beyond its current limits... then every risk will be worth taking."

It looked back at Han Yu, and for the first time, there was something almost like fondness in its gaze.

"Whether you will bring about the fall of my sect, or its rise, that I cannot know," the ancient presence said quietly. "But I do know this."

Its lips curved into a grin.

"With you here, things will no longer be dull."

It leaned closer, as if speaking directly to Han Yu’s soul.

"Will you seize this power and fuel your ambitions? Will you reject it and pursue peace? Or will you walk a path that even I cannot foresee?"

Its voice dropped to a whisper, thick with anticipation.

"I cannot wait to find out."

Silence followed.

The runes slowly stabilized, drifting back toward the Stelae. The blood flames steadied, their flickering reduced to a gentle sway.

At last, the ancient presence straightened and addressed the Array Spirit once more.

"Tell me," it commanded, authority absolute, "what legacies are suitable for him?"

A brief pause followed, as countless calculations were performed.

Then the voice replied.

"Eleven suitable legacies identified, based on affinity compatibility, body talent, and adaptive potential."

The ancient presence nodded slowly.

"And among them?"

Another pause.

Then the Array Spirit spoke again.

"The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art has not had an inheritor since the founding times," it stated. "Due to its nature and requirements, it is evaluated as the most suitable."

The ancient presence hovered silently as the Array Spirit’s words settled into the air. For a long moment, it did not speak. Its glowing eyes dimmed slightly, not with doubt, but with contemplation that cut deeper than any calculation.

The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art.

It was a technique the ancient presence knew intimately. Not merely from records or inscriptions, but from an era when its creator still walked the world in flesh and blood. Back then, the art had not been regarded as forbidden, nor as suicidal madness. It had been regarded as glorious. Terrifying, yes, but glorious all the same.

And yet, after the first generations, no one had inherited it.

Sure there were failed attempts and partial comprehensions.

But not one truly succeeded at all.

"To think..." the ancient presence muttered, its voice low. "After all these years, there was truly not a single successor."

He had known it was difficult. Brutal, even. The kind of cultivation art that did not merely temper the body, but ground the will into dust and reforged it again and again. Still, to imagine that the lineage had been completely severed gnawed at him in a way he had not expected.

A sect could survive without many things.

But a lost legacy was a wound that never healed. Especially one that had been behind its founding.

He looked down at Han Yu once more, his gaze sharp, penetrating far beyond flesh and bone.

"But this alone..." the ancient presence said slowly, "...is not enough."

His tone shifted. The earlier excitement remained, but now it was joined by something colder, more decisive.

"Not for someone like you."

The Array Spirit responded immediately, as if anticipating the thought.

"Considering the disciple’s elemental affinities of Fire, Wood, and Darkness," it stated, "seven additional legacies are compatible and may be transferred. The remaining three suitable legacies are classified as sensitive and have been marked as restricted by order of the Supreme Elder."

The ancient presence scoffed, the sound echoing through the vast hall.