Chapter 252: Take Over

Chapter 252: Take Over

You want to take over? Then go ahead. This is the least I can do for you, Master Kon.

With those words, the surge of overwhelming mental pressure subsided, and the memories of Master Kon settled down. Carpy drew in a deep breath, his own emotions also finding their equilibrium.

While he was scared of having his body taken over, if it was Master Kon the one who took over, then he wouldnt mind so much.

He focused his thoughts internally and realized that the emotional turbulence and the influence of Ord had not been entirely detrimental. Instead, he sensed a growth in the consciousness of Master Kon dwelling within him.

An epiphany dawned on Carpy. 'Perfect Me' was employing a technique akin to the resurrection methods of Ultimate Class Demons. They implanted their consciousness like seeds within their killers, gradually exerting control by overwhelming the host's mind, ultimately leading to a complete takeover.

This realization kindled a spark of hope within Carpy. Profound happiness suffused him as he understood the implications.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Yet, he pondered the correlation between his emotional temper and its potential benefitsa connection perhaps mirrored in the choice of victims for cocoon-like rebirth by Ultimate Class Demons.

Was emulating Master Kon's behavior an essential element in facilitating this rebirth? After all, demons executed their takeovers by insidiously molding the actions and mental landscapes of their hosts.

For a fleeting moment, Carpy's thoughts ventured toward the fate that awaited him if Master Kon succeeded in taking over his body? But the answer was simple, and the sacrifice didnt matter when compared to what he would get in return.

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The young man with green hair sat atop a snowy boulder on the mountain. Uriel tried to gauge the newcomers' strength, but something odd happened it felt like he was looking at very clear water and couldnt see anything. If he couldnt sense the container he would have assumed that the young man couldnt even use Ord.

"Who are you?" questioned the one-eyed woman, her eye narrowing. "We are the Dream Lords, when the man didnt have any reaction to her words, her mouth formed a thin line. First the dragon and now some other nobody-"

Her words were cut off abruptly as her head disappeared. The eyes in her hands darted around in panic, and she reached for where her head used to be. That was when her body realized she was dead. Standing behind her was the green-haired young man holding her head.

He dropped the head to the ground and used his golden staff to crush it like a watermelon.

"C'mon now, let's all be polite," the green-haired man chimed up. "I might be here to kill you all. But I see no reason we have to disrespect each other. So let's all kill each other in a respectable manner!"

The others lunged at him without hesitation, except Uriel, who stood back.

Over two millennia old and seasoned in countless battles, he felt an instinctual warning stay away from that man!

"Creatures of Avalon! Answer my call!" yelled the old man, sending out an Ord signal that gathered the False Gods peculiar-looking abominations, failed experiments of Babylon Gardens' attempts to create their own gods.

But in the end, heads rolled, limbs flew, and special abilities erupted, leaving just a mountain of bodies in their wake.

Still, he wasn't letting this chance slip away and quickly bolted away from the freak.

While Uriel was on his way, he turned to glance back. Dust swirled up from the ground, gathering into a small tornado. Slowly, the dirt, dust, and rocks shaped into bricks, building houses. By the time Uriel moved far enough to just barely see the new structure forming, it hit him: the young guy was re-building the Gardens of Babylon.

But Uriel wasn't about to get tangled in this mess. This dude seemed way too strong, like that dragon he'd been yapping about.

Uriel clenched his fist when he thought about all the Dream Lords. He didn't care about any of them, since they were generally horrible people or creatures before even accepting the contract. But they were still hard to gather, and this meant a lot of work if he wanted to form another group like that.

Still, seeing them wiped out so easily... was it even worth forming a new crew like that?

The creatures like the dragon and this green-haired kid reminded Uriel of the monsters from two thousand years ago. The Golden Age of Exorcism, when Gods walked the Earth and did all sorts of miracles. Back then, Uriel was no big shot, just a regular demon slayer.

Uriel realized he had made the mistake of thinking that he was actually powerful. He wasn't powerful, he was just someone who had lived long enough that the monsters he couldn't compare to, were already dead.

So what's the game plan now? Hide like he'd always done? Uriel pondered.

Hiding and running, truth be told, had been a smart move. Kept him alive all these years.

He reached a cave atop a lonely mountain. The place seemed ordinary, especially on this island. But he stepped in, and gazed at his own hand, remembering his life. "Once again, I survive, and continue to live the life of a nobody."

Despite having lived over two thousand years, there was no moment in his life where he could be proud of. There was not even a time when he risked his life to save someone important to him.

Even when the demons started attacking humanity, pushing them back to a corner of the world. Uriel was one of the first demon slayers to turn tail.

When one lived long enough, they saw things the way not many did.

What was an eternal life worth, when it was just filled with nothing but mediocrity?

For the first time in two thousand years, Uriel opened his eyes and saw where his cowardly choices had brought him.

Then he shook his head and stopped thinking about such things. He wasn't a teenage girl on the road of self-discovery. No, he was a two-thousand-year-old man who had seen the worst this world had to offer.

As he walked deeper into the cave, the air got heavier. Even in the darkness of the cave, there were some strange crystals embedded in the walls that released a weak glow, allowing some visibility.

The deeper he went, the more of those crystals were around which meant that the further he walked into the cave, the brighter it got.

With both the dragon and the strange young man who killed all the Dream Lords. Uriel knew that eventually, those two were going to come to a clash. He needed to take his own countermeasures and make sure that the island itself didn't get destroyed.