Chapter 527 Avatar (2/3)

Chapter 527 Avatar (2/3)

The Elven Continent.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
[Ding!]
[Daily mission complete. Two body stats points allotted.]
"Phew." Wiping down the sweat on his forehead, Lucas sat on a rock and circulated his breathing.
He then took out a scroll from his ring and, looking at it, he said,
"Just a few more days, and that kid will have his core awakened. I can finally become an all-elemental mage and not be as average as my past self."
"Well, with how hard I work, I've already surpassed my past self by a huge margin. I am currently a Rank 9 at the age of 21. In my past life, I was just a Rank 7. Hmm… but it's still nothing compared to that monster."
Lucas then looked in the direction of the Vampire Continent and said softly with his brows knitted,
" I wonder what is his rank right now? I did get a notification that the apocalypse had once again been preponed. This has happened so often that I am starting to ignore it."
"Whatever, even if it happens tomorrow, I won't regret anything. I can only try my best, and there's nothing else to do."
Lucas then slumped down on the rock and closed his eyes.
"I have already decided to do whatever it takes, even if it means killing a thirteen-year-old kid. I'll do everything I can to stop those villains from causing the apocalypse and doing vile deeds."
"But I don't understand. What even is that guy doing to make the apocalypse approach faster? Why are there changes happening in this timeline? Is it due to me? Is the butterfly effect amplifying due to my movements?"
Lucas got absorbed in his thoughts.
After a while, he got up and said, "I need to work faster. If I am not wrong, if things are really happening faster than before, then the political situation in the Elven society will escalate faster. And I think he will come over there as well."
"I've already messed up with the Shadow River Sect and received no benefits from them. I won't let such a thing happen again."
"I need to make my move. It'll be my first time having a clash with him. I need to do everything I can to slow down his growth while ensuring that his mother's attention is not drawn towards me."
Lucas left the area after saying so and moved towards Alfheim.
*
Royal Castle, Nightingale.
Lith cut his wrist and his blood dripped into the engravings he had made on the ground.
The blood started flowing in the magic circle. Soon, it spread everywhere the engravings were present and finally moved toward the sword in the center.
In just a matter of a few seconds, Lith's already pale face became much paler and took on a sickly shade. He lost almost half the blood from his body and was on the verge of unconsciousness.
Lilith gestured to Lith to open his mouth, and he did so. She sent a pill into his open mouth and made him swallow it.
Lith's blood was restored, and he felt rejuvenated.
The blood in the middle of the circle got absorbed by the destruction sword, and its pure black shade started to take on a blood-red color.
Once it was entirely red, Lith plucked a strand of his silver hair and threw it towards the sword.
The sword absorbed it and emitted a bright radiance.
But soon, the radiance died down, and the blood from the magic circle got fully absorbed by the sword, and no further change occurred, surprising Lith.
Lith made a confused face and said, "Weird. What does it lack?"
[Answering Host: The ritual needs more energy.]
"I see." Lith nodded. He then browsed through the avatar-making manual in his mind and checked what he needed to do to provide more energy.
He soon got the answer. For the ritual to succeed, he needed to provide the Magic Core of someone of his level.
This Magic Core would provide the energy and also determine the avatar's race. For example, if Lith provided a demon's magic core, his avatar would belong to the demon race, and so on.
It would've been difficult to hunt a Saint Rank and get his core, but Lith was a Prince. He didn't need to do the work himself.
Lith clapped his hand once, and Luna appeared right before him. She bowed and asked how she could help Lith.
"Luna, I need a Saint Rank Human for a ritual. Is it possible to get one?"
"Of course, Your Highness," Luna said without hesitation. "We have a few locked up in the castle."
Lith raised an eyebrow as he heard that. "Why is that?"
Before Luna could answer, Lilith chuckled and said from the side,
"Human blood and meat is a delicacy for the vampires, don't you know?"
"Ah..." Lith forgot for a second that he was a vampire who fed on blood. "Well, anyway, please get one quickly."
"Right away." Luna nodded and left.
She appeared again a few seconds later and brought a human wearing blue daoist robes.
The human's eyes appeared lifeless, and he wasn't making any movements. He appeared like a living corpse.
Lith couldn't help but ask, "Is he alive?"
Luna nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. He's perfect for rituals. He won't resist and become a hindrance while he also retains all properties of a living person."
'Damn, my maid knows more than me about rituals.' Lith thought in amazement.
He then nodded his head and started making a small magic circle beside the big one containing the sword.
As soon as the circle was complete, he linked it with the big one and made Luna place the guy in the middle of the smaller circle in a cross-legged position.
Lith also asked Luna to ensure that this guy would not be able to move from his place, no matter what happened. Thus, she put up a lot of movement restriction spells on him.
Lith started the ritual again.
The blood-red sword started emitting a bright radiance again, and just beside it, the Saint Rank Human started screaming in pain.
The hall was soon filled with the agony and pain-filled screams of the human, and in no time, flesh started appearing on the sword.
Soon, bones were formed, and organs, muscles, nerves, and skin appeared, transforming the sword into a full-fledged human body.
The screams of the Saint Rank human stopped. With it, the engravings on the ground and all the other materials disappeared from the room.
There was just one thing present: the naked body of a human curled up in a fetal position, lying at the place the sword was present previously.
Soon, the voice of the system rang in Lith's mind.
[Ding!]
[Body formed. Needs soul and consciousness.]
[Host must do the final steps of the ritual.]