Chapter 1919 Worship

Chapter 1919 Worship

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Location- Dark Realm, Diya Valley, Diya Tribe, Old Patriarchal Manor (Cuth Diya's Residence)

In the heart of the Diya tribe's ancient manor stood a grand hall with marble columns and crystal chandeliers. Its walls held forgotten secrets, while its floors bore the weight of generations.

At the center was an altar crafted from rare spirit gold, adorned with priceless titled demon cores reflecting the color of the souls they once held. On the altar was a small ruby gem that pulsated with crimson light at its heart. It appeared to hold the secrets of creation and destruction. It was a pseudo-calamity soul gem.

Kneeling before the altar was Cuth Diya, a humanoid demon with midnight skin and glowing eyes. He patiently awaited his master's arrival in the Dark Realm.

Soon, the crimson glow at the center of the ruby gem grew radiant, enveloping the entire hall in its fiery embrace as the gem transformed into a demon from the Diya tribe.

Wyatt's choice to manifest as a demon from the Diya tribe had a specific purpose: to conceal his true soul signature and records. He guarded against accidental exposure, recognizing the perilous implications. The encounter with the Elder Anesthesia Dragon had illuminated harsh truths: his life-saving abilities, once seemingly formidable, paled in comparison to the might of rulers—those above the ordinary demigods and devils.

Wyatt, standing atop the ornate altar, scrutinized his new form. It was satisfactory, yet he furrowed his brow—he hadn't anticipated such a reception. His searching gaze swept across the opulent hall, finally settling on Cuth Diya. With a measured tone, he spoke, "You've done well, but next time, refrain from such rituals."

Wyatt emphasized, "However, remain vigilant. Regardless of his present mindset, he remains a sycophant. Belphegor's favor, or lack thereof, could sway him. We must exercise caution."

"Master," Cuth Diya replied, "I'll bear that in mind." He assured Wyatt that he would proceed with caution, remaining vigilant until the very end.

"Now, I shall take my leave," Wyatt declared, ready to return to the card world. However, Cuth Diya's voice halted him. "Master," he called, "I've arranged a banquet in celebration of your arrival at the Pearl Plaza, complete with entertainment. And, since you've assumed my tribe's form, there's no need to worry about others discovering your true identity or our connection."

"What did I just say?" Wyatt's voice thundered, a tempest of authority. "Did I not caution against escalation?" His words, sharp as obsidian, pierced Cuth Diya—the first calamity daughter gem to receive such reprimand from Wyatt.

Cuth Diya's fervor, his eagerness to express devotion, had unwittingly betrayed him in Wyatt's presence. The master's warning, a stern reminder, echoed in the calamity daughter gem's consciousness.

Having admonished Cuth Diya, Wyatt invoked his devil merchant code privilege. Without waiting for a reply, he slipped back into the card world, leaving behind a lingering tension.

As Wyatt's soul transferred to a pseudo-calamity soul gem within the card world, his Diya demon tribe body dissolved, leaving behind a ruby pseudo-calamity gem that descended to the ground.

Before the gem could make contact with the earth, Cuth Diya seized it, handling it with utmost reverence, and placed it atop the altar. Kneeling before the sacred stone, he repeatedly struck his head against the floor in deep repentance. The floor, soon stained with his blood, bore witness to his anguished devotion.

After several hours, Cuth Diya wiped the blood from the floor, healing his self-inflicted wounds before departing from the hall.