⦗Day 6, Sign-in — Consume 100 Divine Point (DP)?⦘
"No, not yet…"
⦗Sign-in Postponed⦘
A timer appeared, and it counted down the hours, minutes and seconds, presumably to the end of the date when today's rewards would be refreshed. He would break the streak and wouldn't gain Order tomorrow. Nevertheless, if he did not earn more than 40 DP by days end…
"I'd also lose Order!" he held his chin, wondering where and how he could earn those points in a day. He thought to the monsters that plagued the deepest undergrounds of the Frozen Jade Reserve then recalled the testing of his capabilities and his head grew heavy with thought.
It was too dangerous, even for him. The monsters of the underground posed high threats and he would hate to deal with their vengeful natures. To fight them and win, he would need preparations in advance even though his motive was grand, otherwise, they were best left alone.
He could gather 40 people and slaughter for the Divine Points, but decided to save such a grand sacrifice for his last resort. Pawns might be pathetic, but they were very useful. He could target only those with criminal offences… No, he had to leave that for his last resort!
Requiem leaned back in his chair. The dimension around him shaped to his will, taking the form of a place he had no memory of visiting, but it existed in his mind. Sadly, due to the flow of time that was affected by entering this space, he could not drag in living creatures.
"I don't even know how…" Requiem sighed. Alas, he had tried touching one or two animals and willing them into his inventory, but it never worked. Although he was able to put inanimate objects like books and a blade with little trail and error, "And it is not contained in the manua— memoirs."
Requiem sighed again, this time loosening his posture and relaxing his upper body. He waited in silence for some minutes then stood to his feet. He turned to the machine — a computer — and the light in his eyes brightened, but he stood still.
He was too weak to use whatever the computer stored and he guessed that whatever it was, it'd not be as simple as the computer looked, "I am done here for today." There was nothing left for him than to go out and find a thread of chaos to pick up on and exploit.
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"Welcome." Yver announced, inviting the men and women into the area. The slaves felt suspicion towards Yver's guests, and they did not bother masking behind fake smiles, although no one dared a raised protest, fearing for their safety above all else.
"These peasants are left to wander around aimlessly?" the leader of the group, the elf, glared at a slave frowning at her presence until the child ran away then returned her focus to the avatar of their worshipped goddess, "This is not your doing, is it?"
"Heh. It's for this reason I called you here, my most faithful believers." Yver led them through the ground floor, and up the stairs. They spiralled up the stairs until they reached the second floor, "I am hereby announcing the arrival of my true form from the heavens in a few days."
"Why?" the silver eyed man turned to her and asked. He tried to mask it with a plain expression, but the manner of his questioning carried a tinge of confusion. It caused the woman standing beside him to frown, her pointed ears perking up as he continued, "Is there an issue?"
Yver paused, staring at Margaret who lay far off at the end of the hall, her back against the wall and hair scattered across the ground. A dagger was in her hand, laced with blood. Yver sighed with her head bowing slightly, "Soon enough, you'll be introduced to our great master."
"Great master?" The purple skinned elf frowned, glaring at Yver's back, "What do you mean with that statement, our dearest goddess?"
"To this new master, I request you obey his every command. As will I, and everyone else in this castle…" Yver stared upon Margaret with pity, the rising and falling of the girl's shoulders revealed she was still alive — probably living the biggest misery of her life, "Transgressor will be punished."
Their eyes widened, and they all stepped back, mouths agape. The silver eyed man looked as if he had flushed his child down the toilet and everyone else — who had their faces visible — nothing less. He was the first to speak, "You don't mean you have found a husband? A mortal?"
"Oh. This is far much worse…" Yver her heart tighten and her body temperature drop to negative values, raising her hand and clenching it, all the doors lined up the halls slammed shut. The doors at the far end, a duo, burst apart and Yver's frown twisted into a smile, "It's aggravating."
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"Ride on!" Gerald shouted, pursuing a group of armed men on horseback with the guards, a cold gleam in his eyes as he locked on the enemy. He tightened his grip around the sword in his hands, an icy expression on his face as he rushed forth, riding far ahead of the others.
The others charged after him, the horseshoes of their stead beating against the ground, blasting dust and debris into the air. There was a sharp neigh heard
Requiem staggered to the throne, watching as the world unfolds before his gaze. He had already established his stance in he city as the lord, and he slowly built his army.
He trained them in preparation for the storm that was going to hit this world soon. A vicious tempest that threatened to devour him if he did not fight his hardest battles.
Requiem watched calmly, a cold gleam in his eyes as he glared down upon the men chased around the city on horseback. They honed their riding skills through the racing.
"They will need all this soon enough..."