Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Be careful. Are you alright?” With A gentle, sunny voice, Master Dyze’s long arms held me gently.
Even if he had only touched me by my arms, I could feel that my skin was tingling and roaring. On my arms, every part of the skin that was touched, my cells are raging, roiling as they gushed in the passions of love!
Yes!! Master Dyze loves me!!
Or else he would not have held me at that only and very moment I fainted this year!
I was touched by Master Dyze! I’ve been marked by him! From today onwards, I’m his!
Love has definitely blossomed at this moment!
…That was a piece of the memory belonging to the scythe-wielding woman that Dyze had chanced upon to hold her steady.
This was the only time this woman had made contact with Dyze throughout her lifetime. That chance contact.
However, he could not deny that chance contact had such a terrifying effect. He then went through the memories of the other women.
“Ahhh… Muh heart… Muh heart is melting…”
“Master Dyze… sure is gentle… Loving someone does not mean that I need to be with him. I’m happy enough just to be able to pray and wish him well from afar…”
“I, Selena, will repay every good deed, so does every evil, Dyze, you will not escape me forever!
“Just you wait! I will become stronger, stronger than anyone! Then I’ll press you against the wall and !@#!%!%!#!@!”
Four different versions of unrequited love played in his mind. He had wanted to comb through these newly gotten memories but now… he decided to ignore it to not be blinded by their displays of affection, especially the last one. That Selena’s memory was already borderline porn… and masochistic one at that… That alone sent chills down his spine.
After all, it was simply wild fantasies, but from the memory, Lin Sheng could tell that that Dyze person is very strong, very pretty and very gentle. And at the same time, he was the strongest Night Lord in all of Blackfeather City, the lord of Assassins.
“Seems like my death that time, was the work of Dyze…” Lin Sheng pondered the possibility. His girth was now stronger, and having already faced an opponent the level of the Steel Lord, being offed without him realizing it was nothing to be ashamed of.
“Let’s move on… and try to observe that bugger from afar, and figure out a way to take him out.”
Lin Sheng looked around and felt that something was not right. This area was nowhere inside the area of the Holy Sanctum, yet he could feel a level of immaculateness that was beyond words.
Yet, the place was immaculately clean.
Compared to the Warrior’s Guild, the walls deep within the hall were well maintained and preserved. Even the carpeting, had nary any rubbish on it despite its seemingly bloodied surface.
The whole place gave Lin Sheng the impression that this was an ancient site that was merely covered in dust.
He heightened his alertness as he slowly made his way into the hall.
The entire hall was at least a couple hundred meters long, aside from the faint glow on the embedded amethyst jewels along the wall, the area was dark.
And now, he was without his flaming sword. The good thing was, in his half-dragon form, he had superb low-light vision that allowed him to see things in a very dimly lit area.
Lin Sheng was barefooted, as he silently made his way on the thick carpeting.
A moment later, beyond the carpet, the lanky yet powerful figure with golden hair appeared. It was the Night Lord, Dyze.
His back was facing Lin Sheng, as he looked at the portrait of a beautiful purple-haired woman.
Lin Sheng was surprised as he quickly suppressed his breathing. With his Crag Dragon blood, he could totally hold his breath in for a good five minutes.
He had been taken out once without him knowing how, and Lin Sheng was not in the mood for a second time.
Stopping to take a deep breath, Lin Sheng slowly focused his powers as purple lines appeared on his forehead and sacred power roiled within him.
*Clack.*
The Night Lord before him lowered his head, and let out a light clack as the armor rubbed against each other.
Now was his chance!
Lin Sheng’s eyes shrunk as he dashed forward.
With a loud thud, he charged headlong toward the Night Lord as he focused all of his strength into a strike to the Night Lord’s back.
“Die!!!”
With a howl, the Furious Howl Ashen Seal blasted out like a ripple with Lin Sheng in the center, engulfing everything within three meters of him.
A surge of violent energy was being molded and amplified by the sacred power rippled at the tip of Lin Sheng’s fist. With a menacing face, it took him less than a second to close the distance and to land his fist onto the back of the Night Lord.
*Bam!*
Spurts of blood blasted out.
Bloody red lines appeared all over Lin Sheng’s body, as he seemed to have been sliced and diced into proportional cubes in a blink of an eye. With a faint whimper, his entire body collapsed into a pile of mushed flesh into the ground.
The Night Lord seemed to have been shocked by the voice and quickly turned around to look about, seemingly trying to locate the source of the voice.
But aside from the pile of sliced up flesh on the ground, there was nothing.
A couple of minutes later, Dyze the Night Lord lowered his head in confusion as he continued forward…
…
“I died again…” Lin Sheng got up calmly as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead.
This time around, he purposely got himself killed. After realizing that he only loses a very tiny amount of soul power in each death, he did not mind dying in the dream all that much anymore.
And it allowed him to use his life as a means to scout things out. Just like earlier when he used his entire, explosive strength to ambush the Night Lord from behind.
While it yielded no results, he found out that Dyze, the Night Lord was using some sort of attack that was both extremely quick and sharp.
“Now that I know my opponent’s attributes, there’s nothing I cannot defeat as long as I work against that!”
Lin Sheng’s eyes glistened with confidence.
He got off the bed and used the quiet of the night to start planning out strategies against the Night Lord.
And soon, a day passed.
As he returned to the dream Lin Sheng once again stood before the street facing the great temple complex.
He looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger around him, he stepped into the hall.
This time, he did not directly venture deep into the hall, rather, he stood before the front section of the hall and picked up one of the scythes laying there before flinging them about to get a feel of it.
Then he took the scythe with him deeper into the hall.
Not too far away, he saw Dyze the Night Lord. He was slowly moving, as if he was on a touring his domain, as he walked out of the darkness toward the main door.
There was a distance of at least twenty-odd meters between him and the Night Lord. The moment he saw him, he quickly assumed his half-dragon form and held the scythe tight toward the Night Lord.
*Hiss…*
A surge of sacred power rushed into the scythe as Lin Sheng focused all of his strength into his arms as he took a step back as if he was pulling a bow tout.
“Go!”
With a burst of strength, he swung his arm forward. The scythe immediately howled as it spun into a black disc toward the Night Lord.
“Die!!!” Lin Sheng roared furiously as he stepped out, sending shockwaves across the hall.
Then, he turned and ran!