Jacob stood there, listing about the Necromancy from the Cursed Necromancer King. Although he didn't show any reaction on the outside, he was fascinated inwardly.
After all, Jacob only encountered the concept of Necromancers in the Legendary Plains' Valley of Sunless Dusk and never paid much attention to it because he had his hands full.
But that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about how living beings can use necromancy, and now he finally has the real picture from the Cursed Necromancer King.
Furthermore, with the Cursed Necromancer King's acknowledgment, Jacob had already discovered that the Cursed Necromancer King was a living necromancer who was betrayed by the alive faction and turned into this.
Moreover, this Cursed Necromancer King didn't seem evil as the legends described him, but in Jacob's eyes, he was definitely foolish for believing in others. To this point, the Cursed Necromancer King's words held no falsehood, so he let him continue since he wanted to know what he was getting at by telling him so much.
"...so, between becoming a puppet of Dark Beings and death, I chose the latter. Around that time, when I was about to take my own life, my prime minister found a way to get rid of this curse, which was to perform a blood sacrifice to the death law.
"A taboo spell of the Necromancy, but it required the sacrifice of millions of living beings, which I disagreed with, but my people were adamant since without me, those dogs would devour the Necromancer Kingdom.
"So, you know what they did?" the Cursed Necromancer King suddenly asked, his voice icy cold as if coming from the depths of hell.
Jacob thoughtfully looked at the Cursed Necromancer King and replied, "Let me guess, they sacrifice themselves? That's how your entire capital was wiped out overnight, or so the legends said?"
The Cursed Necromancer King's aura fluctuated violently before his voice rang, "Indeed, countless citizen volunteers and I remained unaware until it was too late, and by the time I realized, I was tricked by the Prime Minster and trapped in the ritual core because I was too weak at that time...that fool...m-my f-friend, he died right in front of me.
"But you know what? Just when the sacrifice ritual was about to be complete, the Spirit Poison King showed up with three more Legendary Kings of the Dead Factions and the Pontiff of the Cardinal Spirit Temple. Together, they interfered, making this curse even stronger and turning the ritual that was meant to cure me into a weapon of mass genocide.
"The entire Kingdom fell prey to the curse, and since they were weak, they turned into mindless undead, but I was still left alive by my people's sacrifice because one thing that those backstabbing bastards hadn't expected was the death law reaction to their interference. "This law essence pool was created with the lives of countless people, and the ritual formation turned into this unknown array that kept me sane all this time and even gave me control over undead in my kingdom. But I can't leave this place, nor can I destroy this formation, and lastly, I can't die.
"But I know that if the altar under this pool were to break, I'd be completely at the mercy of this curse. So, my only choice is to lift the curse because, once the curse is lifted, those countless innocent souls and I would finally be free of this enteral torment and find solace. "That's also my point. Once you lift the curse, I won't be alive to do anything against you, nor will there be any army left to oppose you. I have no attachments after countless years of suffering, nor do I want revenge. I only want a peaceful ending for my people and their sufferings.
"At the end of the day, I'm the biggest sinner who brought this calamity on them because of my ambitions and beliefs, so I have no will to live on. There is nothing left for me to live for. "So, I plead to you, Faceless Ancient, if you are capable of granting me and my people true death, go ahead and put us out of our misery. After that, you can take everything in this place. "In the end, we all came with nothing and will go with nothing...that's the natural cycle of universe..." The Cursed Necromancer King finally fell silent as his crimson eyes were intently staring at Jacob.
'So, that's what happened, huh?' Jacob thought with a profound look in his eyes, 'Unless he can trick my Eyes of Judge, he really wants to die despite his partial immortality. But for what? Just for those people, because he committed an unforgivable sin, for he trapped here, or has he lost everything he cares for? Immortality is not for those who don't want it. Only those who can go against everything and are willing to sacrifice everything can get a glimmer...'
After a little while, Jacob finally said, "One last question: If I lift the curse, and you die, does that mean this law essence will also be gone?"
"No, law essence is the purest state of laws, a gift from the universe for the fortuitous ones; it won't wither nor deplete." The Cursed Necromancer King replied.
Jacob nodded before he looked at Elia and said, "Follow me."
He then started walking towards the entrance point under the Cursed Necromancer King's flickering eyes without any hint of fear or nervousness, while Elia was the opposite.
But the Cursed Necromancer King didn't seem to have any intention of stopping Jacob. "If you ended up lifting the curse..." The Cursed Necromancer King's voice rang again, making Jacob stop in his tracks. The Cursed Necromancer King continued, "Once I passed away, please do me another favor and see if you can find a little golden brocade bell. It belonged to my little daughter. She loved to play with it and run around the palace with it. Just bury it here if. That's all..."
Jacob started walking again without looking at the Cursed Necromancer King, and Elia silently followed. Her mood was complicated and even melancholy.
Just as Jacob's figure entered the entrance, his cold voice sounded in the dark chamber, "I'll see to it!"