Chapter 1 - Her First Successful Scheme (2/2)
”Yes, yes! This amount of 'void' has enough resources for me to tinker with!”
Her fingers were upon the open box as she introduced her existence to the morbid pulsating heart. How vile, how ridiculous, how powerful is this small thing containing unknown genes from an unknown realm.
MF was able to program, alter, and overwrite DNAs along with any RNA available to any variable she desired, but an attentive brain doesn't come with the book. She needed to extract the information of other living beings or organisms to gain the full knowledge of their complex structure. So to forebode, the act of kindness doesn't exist in the devil's dictionary, and something simple and fun had ensued within the beggar's imagination.
She injected the heart with a 'present' for the man, while also absorbing some of the resources for herself. MF gained the variable schematic of the Livil, an A rank Loner Calamity, a canine-like giant predator who hunts and hides, yet their prowess makes them harder to hunt because of their steel-hard muscle tissues.
'Tungsten Muscle Coating' DNA schematic acquired.
'Immense Growth XL' DNA schematic acquired.
'Motoric Instant Transmitter' DNA schematic acquired.
”Keep the enchanted heart close to you, meet the guard of this society, kill the woman named Vuvier Selasja. With this, you will attain the power to protect your mother from anyone except you, your limbs will regrow anew, your mind will harden into obsidian.” The fake beggar bared her manic smile.
But the man isn't a fool, he immediately came prepared to ensure his own life at all cost. ”I want you to pledge the 'veracity oath'.”
A ritual of honesty created by the deity of death, the most dangerous and convincing oath ever been made, a wrongdoing to the pledge would result in a horrifying death right after 4444 different kinds of torture.
To convince the bloodlusted youth, MF closed one of her eyes, as she showed her kindest smirk. ”My speech is my snake, my dishonesty will strike my heart to be the pale lake, my oath will bear its fruit with me as the roots.”
A black crest appeared on the back of the lady's right hand. The proof of the pledge for not telling lies. It convinced the man although not to the fullest because of one suspicious thing.
”Why is the oath different?”
”Oath is an oath, no matter the content, it still shows that I haven't lied a single thing to you.”
”The content is important. Regardless, I'll take your head if you're playing tricks on me.”
”Sure, sure, go ahead and waste more time regrowing your limb with expensive material,” she said, as she sighed. ”Gosh, this is why I don't like a single thing about Usurpers at all.”
The man didn't talk back in the end, as he strived towards the path that was laid before him, to kill this Vuvier Selasja. People will definitely question specific instructions given to them, but for someone whose mind is obstructed by petty tricks and lies, they will follow the guide perfectly until the end.
Vuvier Selasja was a guard for Tidal Citadel. It was once upon that time when she mistaken MF as a perpetrator of a dark cult because of some psychological tricks the devil had done to the other guardsmen. The guard didn't know that her actions had severe consequences, especially to the bearer of thousands types of grudges, and now that petty karma was on its way to tax her life.
Kashal, who was bewildered, got to the place where the guardians of the Tidal Citadel were hustling. An outpost located at the east of the behemoth fortress of civilization. He asked numerous people, even to the point of requesting a meeting for the senior guardian. He waited briskly for four hours until the one-armed youth met face to face with his fated target.
”So, Mr. Kashal, is there something personal you want to ask of me?” asked Vuvier at the end of the table he was at.
The horned man put the box on the table. In quick slash succession, the pitiful guard's head kissed the ground, unconnected with her body. The present the fake beggar gave was cracking in red open veins.
”Such a shame, such a shame,” said the devil still in the slum. ”How fickle you're to abuse, those who's blind for power will meet its end engulfed with excruciating terror. Heh, what a classic.”
The devil gained a new power without putting in any effort. Because those who deal with the devil will pay a hefty price, and the one who benefits the most from the whole cascade was the sneaky evil.
An explosion, smoke arose. A demonic entity had risen from the outpost. The face of that horrid entity can be seen at the height where sky transportation used to be. Morbidly, the harbinger of death hurled its conjured dark sword the size of an apartment near it.
Many Usurpers had rushed to the scene unknowingly of the mighty experimentation that had been done.
The titan's obsidian muscle-like exterior had deflected many strikes from numerous spells and weaponry thrown, searing the earth like a hot iron being left on the clothes. Innocents and evildoers are mixed in the blender of mortality where everyone is the same.
The black crest disappeared without causing any damage to its bearer; it proved that the trickster didn't tell any lies.
MF faced away from the chaos as she showed her euphoric expression to the world. ”This is not a moment, this is a movement! Where hence the fault from the tide had ceased to ever move them! So filthy it stinks! So gritty it sinks! THIS FEELING! THIS IS WHAT I'M LONGING FOR! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Her first grandeur-scale trickery was successful; it set MF destiny to be a part-time devil and a full-time hustler. Although she was able to perform this kind of spectacular act for the first time, it took hard-work and research to get to where she is now, and it's only the first step to world domination.
Unnoticed by her, a few Usurpers cladded in armor stared at her suspiciously because of the maniacal air.
”Ahahaha, I'm sorry lads.” She immediately hid her complexion by stretching the hood and walked away while slouched. Nobody suspected her behavior because there is no mana within her body, and a manaless individual couldn't do much according to the mundane logic of the world.
”That was scary, too scary, there are thirteen gazes, no! Fifteen! Abwabababa… Scary.”
And it seemed like it was a bit too much for our little devil to began overtaking the world—for now.