Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 46: The Darkness Betrays You… Because It Belongs to Me
Back inside the Greyson Residence.
The elders stood frozen, each of their faces plastered with a blank expression as they stared at the shimmering screen up ahead.
They had thought they’d seen it all, but this... it was just too much.
The beast they had anticipated would force Ulric into a battle of life and death had been defeated so easily. The combat prowess he had displayed... the abrupt leap in power to rival an E-rank being.
The thoughts clawed at their minds as they tried to find answers, failing repeatedly. It seemed once more their worries had been misplaced. If anything, they should have worried about the Sanguine Blood Wolf, seeing how he had crushed it in battle.
As all these thoughts stirred restlessly at the back of their minds, they watched the green portal snap back, shimmering faintly before the youth in question appeared.
His hand wrapped around a blue-robed beauty, the other resting on the synthe over his shoulder.
The silence lingered for another moment before boisterous laughter echoed, filling the hall as Lord Greyson couldn’t help himself anymore.
Rushing forward, he extended his hand, slapping Ulric on the back as his laughter grew even heartier.
"You’ve made me proud, son."
He spoke, his eyes filling with warmth as he stared at the black-robed figure.
He didn’t know how Ulric had pulled off those feats and honestly, he couldn’t care less.
All that mattered was that a great genius had been born into the Greyson Residence.
As his laughter died down, his voice echoed once more.
"This calls for a celebration... tonight we hold a banquet in your name."
Almost instantly after, the elders who had been quiet stirred, moving closer as a commotion erupted. Whispers and murmurs swept across the hall.
"The young lord really has rewritten history," Elder Rysten murmured, stroking his white beard, his eyes growing more spirited with every word he spoke.
"His name shall echo through generations, from the brilliance of his feats."
To others, this might have seemed like nonsense. But none of the elders disagreed.
Their heads all nodded in agreement.
They had seen what he had accomplished in just a single day. If this continued, even they couldn’t foresee the future.
"How strong are you, really?"
"Which class did you choose? I don’t understand... you excel in both physical and magical levels. How is this possible?"
"Are you strong enough to rival an E-rank being?"
"Young lord... that scythe seems especially heavy. How about I hold it for you for a few seconds?"
A barrage of questions was shot his way until he lost count. The murmurs from the elders only grew louder.
Just as he was about to say something. A loud voice suddenly cut through, silencing the crowd for a moment.
"Get away from him, you old geezers!"
Making her way forward, Mistress Aria approached the black-robed figure.
Before her eyes suddenly widened in surprise.
"Your wounds..."
She muttered, her eyes scanning his body as if trying to uncover all his secrets in a single glance.
"They’re not as grave as I imagined."
Her fingers trailed across his hands, seeing only shallow marks. With the battle he had experienced, this was almost no different from scratches.
Still, as her fingers locked with his hands, a golden light slowly seeped out, spreading across his body. The wounds he had sustained slowly closed up. Before they were fully erased. No marks left behind.
Almost as if they had never existed.
"How do you feel?" Aria muttered, a smirk forming on her face as she watched his expression light up in bewilderment.
"Much better," Ulric smiled, feeling waves of energy surge across his body. His body felt at peak condition. And as the energy coiled within him, he almost had the urge to clear another dungeon just to release the pent-up energy.
It was only with sheer grit that he suppressed himself..Opening his mouth, he was about to thank her. Before she stopped him midway, a sly smile stretching across her face.
"You can thank me in other ways."
She muttered, pushing a strand of her silver hair back.
Before he could even reply, she had already walked away. His brows furrowed for a moment, but he didn’t linger on that thought.
Through the forming crowd, he saw a familiar figure draped in a simple white robe.
Flashing a smile, he watched as she rushed toward him, falling into his open embrace.
"I missed you," Amber muttered, sinking her head into his chest as she clutched his back tightly.
Almost as if she were afraid he would leave her again. Slowly letting go, unwillingly, her gaze locked with his.
Looking down into her large brown eyes filled with innocence, Ulric couldn’t help but exhale softly. He had looked forward to their reunion as well.
As the thought crossed his mind, the synthe in his arms hovered behind him as he cupped her face in his hands before planting a kiss on her head.
This would be the last time he left her behind. He would have to speed-run his plan to find a way to make her stronger.
As he pulled back, he smiled, watching the raging emotions on her face slowly ease away. Before she turned, looking at Lyra who stood beside him.
"You protected him... just as you promised."
At her words, Lyra’s face grew flustered, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Now that she thought back on it, her words had sounded a little absurd.
Before she could say anything, Ulric chuckled faintly, muttering teasingly.
"She did a great job."
As the words echoed, his hands stretched out, grabbing both their waists. Dragging them with him toward the seat prepared for him.
Placed equally beside that of Lord Greyson, speaking volumes of his growing status.
Sitting down, the two figures settled onto his lap.
Before long, Lyra broke into wild chatter, turning to Amber as she explained in great detail everything that had happened inside the dungeon.
Inside the hall, the portal at the center flared repeatedly as awakened after awakened stepped out of the dungeon.
Normally, the elders would have lined up inspecting each of them, organizing them based on their talents and distributing future resources.
But instead, a banquet had taken place.
Food was served as wine flowed. The news spread everywhere across the city about the young lord’s feats.
Even if they had wanted to keep it under wraps, it was impossible. As their eyes trailed toward the high seats where Ulric sat beside the patriarch. With two beauties seated on his lap. Multiple emotions flashed across their faces.
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"And then he dodged to the side with unworldly speed before saying, ’You think you can defeat me? I eat Sanguine Blood Wolves for breakfast!’" Lyra muttered.
Amber’s eyes widened in awe, her cheeks blushing.
"Woah... so overbearing."
Hearing the nonsense Lyra was feeding Amber, Ulric’s lips twitched rapidly, almost spitting the wine in his mouth. When did he ever say that?
Just as he was about to open his mouth, Amber’s hand reached out, rubbing his chest. Feeling it ripple under her touch like refined steel.
"You’ve grown so... strong," she muttered, lost in her thoughts.
Looking into both their eyes, the scythe beside him and the crowd beneath him. He couldn’t help but sigh softly, leaning back in his chair. This was why he grew stronger.
Time slowly slipped by as he entered this state.
The murmurs in the crowd rising and falling as people gradually left. The banquet slowly came to an end.
After a few hours, he rose as well.
Grabbing Lyra and Amber before nodding toward Greyson.
Tomorrow they would plot the future.
With that, they made their way toward the young lord’s quarters.
Or more specifically. They dragged him there.
"You look so... eager," Ulric muttered, unable to help himself as he teased them.
At his words, their faces flushed fiercely.
Yet the desire burning in their eyes was impossible to hide.
It had been far too long, and they clearly craved his touch. Watching their cheeks redden, Ulric only shook his head slightly, a slow smile tugging at his lips. He was going to enjoy every second of this.
Approaching, he nodded at the two guards as they entered. Before he suddenly stopped as the doors behind him closed.
"What is it?" Lyra asked, feeling him suddenly stop moving.
The room was almost covered in darkness.
As Amber walked forward to light the room, he stopped her, raising his hand.
The gesture only deepened their confusion.
His entire bearing had changed the moment they entered.
Ignoring the confusion on their faces, Ulric slowly walked forward.
A devious smile stretching across his lips.
The scythe hovered above him, glowing faintly as a red sheen enveloped it in response to his call.
While he muttered faintly, staring at what appeared to be empty space.
"You hide in the shadows. Yet the darkness betrays you...Because it belongs to me."
