255 Improvements. (1/2)

Not to mention, he had yet to test out his improvements after he had obtained his left arm.

”Only one remains...” he muttered as he looked at his lifeless prosthetic arm.

He was somewhere around 35 years old, as far as he could recall, but after he had turned 20, there were no visible signs of him aging whatsoever.

Although it was something similar to the Mages who had their aging slowed down the higher their rank was, Ozul understood that his condition was different.

He didn't have Mana, and he knew for a fact that the darkness his body absorbed didn't do anything except for keeping him alive without the need of consuming food. But he wasn't sure about the Ball of Purity.

As far as he had tried to sense, the Ball of Purity only moved when he wanted to. So now his body had become yet another mystery because he couldn't find any reason for it to have stopped aging.

'I am probably made from something different than humans,' that was the only logical conclusion Ozul could draw before he sighed and went to lay on the bed.

For some reason though, he couldn't muster up any feeling of joy after he had found out about his prolonged life.

Jinx also appeared in the room and jumped on the bed to lay beside him.

Ozul didn't sleep, he was instead thinking about his decision to openly go against the Church of Light now.

All this time, he had only been going with the flow and tried to get his limbs back only when he found the chance to. However, it had already been so much time, so he had decided to take a bolder step now.

Spreading rumors of how consuming the medicine from the Church was the reason for their participant to end up in that fatal state would definitely have a huge hit on their reputation.

Along with that, people would start to hesitate when buying and using those healing potions made from his essence.

All of this only so he could somehow get back at the Church. This move of his wouldn't make it any easier for him to get his arm back, but at least it would put more pressure on Archbishop Lammert.

As of now, he couldn't try to get it back since the Church's ancestor was also out of seclusion.

She wouldn't just hand him his arm if he asked nicely either.

And about how he knew that the Church wouldn't take any action against him openly? It was because he had sensed how all the ancestors were cautious of the old man and then how that old lady from the Church seemed to have been frustrated that Old Gu talked with him as if they were friends.

Looking at the situation, he was certain that although those ancestors knew the old man's identity, they weren't friends. Instead, the four ancestors seemingly feared him.

As for how he would obtain his arm from them, he would have to first test his new limits and learn about the complete situation from Alver or Raymond.

Ozul shook his head to clear away such thoughts and closed his eyes to sleep. At this time, he only focused on savoring this serene sense of fulfillment.

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Ozul slept until it was already the next morning.

Before he woke up, the Three-Eyed Strangers had already started spreading the information that he had told them to.

Just a day had passed and the people on the streets only talked about the information released by the Three-Eyed Strangers. Most of them gossiped about the voice they had heard, but a small bunch was still more interested in the fact that using the medicine provided by the Church had reduced their own member into an almost dead state.

Many had doubted all these rumors going around on the streets, so they went to the organization to buy the information directly for them to confirm if it was really all true.

Word started to spread, and it was too late until Lammert got the wind of it. By then, the perfect reputation and the blind trust of the masses had already wavered.

Ozul was satisfied with the report that Irvin had given him, so he nodded in appreciation.

”Young master, should we make preparations to relocate the headquarters as well?” Irvin asked when Ozul was about to leave the room.

”It's best to gather all the basic things, but you don't have to hurry the preparations. We have five years, and let me have a talk with Alver and Raymond first,” Ozul answered and before leaving the room, he said, ”Don't let anyone bother me. It doesn't matter what it is.”

Irvin respectfully bowed his head, indicating that he understood.