Chapter 389 - Someone Wants to be a God (1/2)

Chapter 389: Someone Wants to be a God

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Forest in the mountain

Using Link’s thoughts, there was a ding. The Blood-eyed Robber’s short sword was flicked 1000 feet by the force field. Finally, it buried into a tree. At the same time, Link undid the robber’s restraint. With a plop, the robber fell onto the ground.

Link retreated ten feet and put his sword away. His action had a strong hinting effect. The robber saw this and let out a breath. He climbed up slowly and asked, “What do you want to know?”

Link didn’t ask about the slave ring immediately. Instead, he explained his situation, “I have two friends, one Laguan and one a dwarf. Because of an accident, slave rings were put on them. I want to take it off for them.”

The halfling’s expression relaxed slightly and the animosity reduced by a bit. Sneering, he said, “Since when were Araguans nice enough to see Laguans and dwarves as friends?”

Link smiled faintly. “Not everyone is like the Bloody Butcher Balha. Actually, I don’t support slavery.”

The halfling fell silent. If someone else said this, he wouldn’t believe it. However, to assassinate Link, he’d watched the man for many days. He truly treated his slaves well. It was understandable if he wanted to get rid of the ring.

More importantly, if he didn’t answer, he would die.

Thinking of this, he said, “The one who helped us get rid of the ring is the Laguan prophet Greer Seymor…ah…ah…ah!”

Halfway through, an accident happened! Link saw smoke suddenly come out of the halfling’s throat. A few seconds later, his neck turned black from the inside out. The smoke coming out of him turned into scalding sparks of fire.

Link smelled the thick smell of something burning. Then, right before his eyes, the halfling caught on fire. He burned for more than ten minutes. When the fire went out, all that was left was a human-shaped pile of ashes.

Shocked, Link squatted down. He sifted through the ashes and sniffed it. A spicy, garlicky scent rushed into his nose.

He closed his eyes and felt for the aura. There was a very subtle and mysterious power within the ashes.

It’s a silencer curse for a specified target. This type of curse is extremely difficult and is at least Level-17. It is probably done by the prophet Greer Seymor that he mentioned. This was the experience Link received in the game. The game had replicated the signs of the spell very well.

This was strange.

According to the halfling, the prophet was Laguan. If he didn’t want to be revealed, he could just say so. Why did he use such a powerful curse?

From the halfling’s reaction, he didn’t know about the curse at all. This meant that the prophet wasn’t a secret amongst the halflings. They didn’t know about the taboo either. The curse would only be activated if the information was revealed to an Araguan.

The process was very interesting as well.

The man didn’t completely make the secret forbidden. The curse only started after uttering the name. That means the name has a special power.

With that thought, Link took out his Burning Wrath of Heavens wand to write down the name. He wanted to see if the name contained any special magic or contract. But just as he was about to start, he stopped.

If the name contains power, the other must be extremely strong. I have to be prepared.

Thinking of that, Link returned to Nana. He and Nana had a special magic bond, so he quickly found the group.

“How is it?” Milda asked. She’d returned to normal without a sign of the past. The redness on her face had faded and returned to the alabaster color. She looked at Link normally as well. There was no difference—at least, none that Link could see.

He let out a breath of relief. Composing himself, he moved on from that ridiculous thing. “I might have found a way to remove the ring, but it’s extremely dangerous.”

“Oh, tell me.” Riel was interested as well. His power was rising quickly; he was about to break into Level-9.

Link began recounting what happened to the two halflings. During this, he replaced Greer Seymor’s name with “elven prophet.” Then he said, “I don’t know what kind of power the prophet has. Milda, do you have suggestions?”

The scope of elven magic was very wide. Link believed Milda could help him.

Unexpectedly though, Milda had spaced out. Hearing his voice, she jolted and asked with embarrassment, “Sorry, what did you say?”

Beside her, Riel instantly lost his temper. “Your Highness,” he huffed, “how can you be distracted about something so important? What are you thinking about?!”

Milda looked ashamed, and she reddened again. “I’m sorry,” she muttered.

“Okay, I’ll say it again.” Link knew the reason. It seemed that last night had indeed affected Milda. He really regretted sleeping so close to Milda now, resulting in that stupid thing. Now, it was getting between their friendship… It was so awkward.

Composing himself, Link repeated himself.

This time, Milda was finally back to normal. After listening attentively, she pondered and said, “According to our secret records, names carry power. This usually appears after Legendary Level-15. The power a name contains is different and divided between three categories—Mana, soul, and law. Legendary Level-15 can only contain Mana power. Above Level-17, it will involve the soul. At Level-19, it will involve the laws. The next step would be a demi-god.”

This was the elven heritage. Hearing those details, Link suddenly thought of someone—Morpheus, the Shadow Stalker of Firuman. In the game, this guy actually reached Level-19 as a human Assassin. He even understood a portion of the god territory and started searching everywhere to be turned into a god.