Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 76: They Shall Fuel My Growth

Raising his hand, Ulric pointed towards the Red Streaks’ main residence as a yell tore from his lips.

"Go in and loot everything!"

Instantly after, cheers erupted from the crowd as they rushed in a frenzy. Tearing everything apart before plundering everything of value and bringing it to him.

Before long, a mountain of resources towered before him, causing the grin on his face to stretch wider than ever, almost splitting across his face.

Walking forward, he circled the growing pile, inspecting everything in fine detail as a slow chuckle slipped past his lips.

Before him lay all sorts of potions, health potions, stamina potions, and so on. Weapons, and even crafting materials. And storage rings belonging to some of the most influential figures.

With all these combined, he could already foresee the explosive growth the Greyson clan would go through.

The crowd behind him seemed to share the same thoughts as the cheers grew louder.

Just as he was done, a satisfied smile covering his face, Elder Rysten walked up to him, his eyes trailing to the bodies littered across the ground before he asked,

"Lord, what should we do about them?"

Normally, when a clan attacked another, they would plunder before burning it to ashes to make sure it would never rise again.

But this time, he had a feeling Ulric would share a different opinion. Having seen what he did to all the corpses of beasts he had slain, he supposed he would want to do the same.

True to his thoughts, barely a moment after he voiced the question, a knowing smile flashed across Ulric’s face as he muttered slowly,

"They shall fuel my growth."

As his words trailed off, multiple brows furrowed, unsure of what he meant. But they didn’t have to wonder for long.

Extending his hands, wisps of darkness slowly oozed out of his body before moving out in waves of energy as they surrounded the Red Streaks’ residence.

Causing everyone to look down, they could feel the darkness pass through them. But it didn’t corrode them as they had seen it do to all the enemies who dared cross the young lord.

Instead, as if it had a mind of its own, it wrapped around all the corpses before absorbing them into it. Slowly, one after the other, they vanished. The blood drenching the ground was absorbed as well, leaving nothing behind in its trail.

As they continued to stare, their eyes slowly widened as an absurd realization slammed into them. Was his darkness feeding on the dead bodies? At first they weren’t sure, but as time slowly slipped by.

They watched the darkness thicken as more trails oozed out of the young lord, drawing them into a trance.

At the side, Ulric barely managed to suppress the fit of maniacal laughter bubbling from his throat as he stared at the cascade of notifications.

[Ding! Your darkness has devoured a level 23 awakened human! You have gained 23 attributes!]

[Ding! Your darkness has devoured a level 15 awakened human! You have gained 15 attributes!]

[Ding! Your darkness has devoured a level 3 awakened human! You have gained 3 attributes!]

[Ding! Your darkness has devoured a level 7 awakened human! You have gained 7 attributes!]

[Ding! Your darkness has devoured a level 21 awakened human! You have gained 21 attributes!]

[...]

Multiple chimes echoed in his mind for a few minutes. It was only after a full hour, as the last body was devoured by his darkness, that they came to an end.

And as he stared at the final number, he couldn’t help but gawk slightly, the words catching in his throat.

[Unallocated attribute points: 1638]

That was a hell of a lot of points! Ulric breathed slowly, regaining his composure. His eyes blinking rapidly, almost as if he couldn’t believe it.

When he killed Orros, he had gained almost 500 attributes he had yet to allocate. So that meant he must have gained over a thousand attributes from this clan alone.

Looking back, a villainous glint flashed across his eyes as he thought to himself, maybe wiping out clans wasn’t that bad after all.

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, he exhaled softly.

He hadn’t allocated the attributes from before as he wanted them to add up for a while before dumping them all at once.

And what better time than now?

Taking one last glance, he pulled up his system interface before allocating them evenly across all his stats.

The result was instant. A film of dark energy unfurled from his body before surrounding him, as he felt streams of warm energy rush across his body in a soothing wave.

Before, when he allocated the two hundred attributes in the wolf den dungeon, he had thought that was crazy... but this... it was on a whole new level.

His bones popped repeatedly, the sigils running across his body lighting up faintly as they sucked in the power, engraving it into his body.

Unlike last time, he didn’t feel any pain from the overload. Just unending bliss as more strength was pumped into his body.

At the side, the warriors froze. Their gazes falling to the center where Ulric stood, engulfed in a film of darkness as his body lit up in a dark hue.

And if that wasn’t enough, barely a few minutes after the phenomenon began, the dark film burst open as his aura crashed outward in an overwhelming manner, spreading for hundreds of metres.

Before, it was already terrifying, but this was just monstrous.

Beads of sweat rolled down their faces, the air thinning as they almost dropped to the ground. If the dark-robed figure hadn’t retracted it almost a split second after it burst out of him, they would have been forced to their knees.

Or worse... imploded into bloody mists. The thought alone caused them to gulp audibly as they turned to stare at the dark-robed figure differently.

As murmurs swept across the crowd,

"Holy shit! Did you feel that? For a moment I could have sworn I almost died."

"The Lord’s aura is just too monstrous."

"His power... does it feed from battle? Did he devour the strength of the fallen and imbue it into himself? What kind of power is that?"

"I don’t know, man... I just saw the same thing as you."

"Wait... did you see the darkness that wrapped around him? Do you think this is a talent ability?"

"It could be... he does wield the power of the shadows. But I don’t think even an S-rank talent is that powerful."

"You’re right... his control also seems to be getting better and better by the day. Could it be he is just that talented?"

"Hahaha! Who gives a fuck! Did you feel that aura!? It’s much stronger than what Patriarch Orros exuded when he invaded the clan. It can only mean his strength has reached terrifying heights!"

"Hmm. Let’s see who dares attack us now! With this strength... the lord’s growth... Soon everyone shall know the might of House Greyson."

At the side, Ulric stood, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, feeling the power thrumming deep inside his body.

It was just too absurd! Hell, he felt if he could face Orros again, he could easily defeat him in a single punch.

That much was how his strength had grown. Maybe it had broken through the barrier of a low-tier D-rank being to a middle-level D-rank. Quite a huge leap, he mused, taking a look at the massive stats, already having broken past any range an E-rank being should wield.

But this... He exhaled, calming himself.

Was just the beginning. A light of conquest flared across his eyes.

At the side, a toothy grin stretched across Rysten’s face, extending to the elders behind him as he sank into his thoughts.

He had already established what the ability the lord had cast could do. He just hadn’t thought it could yield this much strength.

Now that he looked back, his head slowly shook, a glint of understanding in his eyes.

With this ability, it explained a huge part of the lord’s monstrous growth. Was this the potential Greyson had seen in him?

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. As he sensed Ulric’s gaze, snapping out of his trance, Ulric’s words echoed into his ears.

"Do you remember what I told you before?"

"Yes." Rysten nodded, the grin on his face widening, the elders behind him nodding silently as well.

Previously, they were willing to follow his orders blindly, but now they could see it.

He spoke from the assurance of his strength.

And soon all of Tempest would know it.

Seeing him nod, a cold smile traced across Ulric’s lips.

"Good. Go forth and relay my words."

Barely a moment after the words parted from his lips, Rysten rushed out, followed by a couple of elders as they went to every clan.

What once would have seemed absurd now felt inevitable. For those who dared stand against their Lord... pity was the only mercy left for them.