Chapter 647 - Malice (2/2)

”You're an ass!” She growled.

”I believe, you said— You've got a sweet ass!” Nik shrugged and disappeared before Mary threw the dagger belted to her thigh. Seeing the dagger missing the arrogant face and lodging itself into the wall, Ray sighed deeply, ”Well, sweetheart, we just lost the security and you'll explain it to the HQ.”

”This day just keeps on getting worse...” Mj mumbled and retrieved the weapon.

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While the two agents from a cult-to-organization— the Hand— started to discuss the finances with Ray finally able to make Mj grasp her hold over the money lose by a margin, Nik returned to the apartment and retreated into his spiritual world. Instead of entertaining his spirits, something he does 24/7 regardless of the location, he lied down on the crimson ground and focused on the living totem over his spiritual avatar. Why would his ravager bloodline choose to show its mark if all it needed was to connect with his soul? Nik, after constant interactions with high-ranked beings of the world, realized that when it came to one's body, every mark is etched for a reason.

By right, he would never be able to understand the mystery of the soul until he reaches rank 6. This meant that the soul belonging to Ray's sister would remain planted within him for quite a bit of time. In Sky's words, she could move it only after gaining a soul herself. She was a spirit without a soul, bound to Nik. Just like Asmodeus and Lilith but Pure was different. She was a true rank 6 being within him. Her energy and status as a rank 6 tutored by Sky but she seemed rather adamant about helping Nik only after he passed her ruthless and cold exam. And somehow, Nik felt that Pure's would be easiest to complete. It's just surviving within an icy hell that would even freeze one's spirit and affect the body itself. Only that.

'Only that, she says,' Nik scowled with his eyes closed. He was getting closer with every participation of the test but that was it. Each step closer only made him progress by a microscopic margin. The worst part was, despite his affinity with the Eternal Frost, he still needed to grind and struggle his ass off for each margin of progress. He did not like that but this area was something where his feelings about a particular matter the spirits never cared about.

Clearing his mind, Nik focused on the totem once again and came into contact with the mysterious force within him. It wasn't a warm of healthy sensation but what Nik 'felt' from the supposed Beyonder Bloodline was a form of cruelty and malice like nothing else. A pressure that surpassed the sense of spirit leaking from the now fallen true clone of Lucifer. This wasn't the first time he meditated on the totem after having a conversation with Newton and every time, the sense of suppressed malice made Nik nervous. With the primary racial ability brought to him being Purification, how could he have ever thought of the totem festering with such gruesome forces?

But theories mattered not to him. He couldn't do anything about the soul, or the tests, or the unknown marks still lingering within his body. What he could do something about was the second bloodline attached to his soul.

'Slowly... slowly...' Nik cautioned himself again and again as he continued to interact with the projected malice. Surprisingly, he didn't hear blood-curdling screams or squelching sounds of slaughter. He didn't face any towering beast or a cold general. Much to his expectations, he didn't face any beauties bathing in blood or monstrous girls willing to devour people than to 'devour' people. No, it was silent and cold. Everything was. His gaze continued to shift from one dark color to another, his senses shifting from one cruel thought and plan to another.

”Haaah!” Nik's eyes snapped open as he gasped. ”Damn, this thing can produce purification? It's a scam all it is!”

Taking continuous shallow breaths, his thoughts regarding cruelly killing his ancestors finally subsiding, Nik hissed, ”Nirdai and Khooni will be whores! I'll see to that. Nobody will kill them!” Snorting as he once again made the plan of the construction of whorehouse for his enemies the objective in dealing with them, Nik crossed his legs and pondered on the matter.

Each bloodline at a greater level has a true form. The ability to awaken the form depends on the connection with the origin with 90% being the minimum threshold. Unlike differences in race, the form of the bloodline is always the same except for gender differences and a few minor shifts in features depending on person to person. With that being said, Nik's bloodline Evolution was 1% shy of achieving the said form but should he and Pickle achieve the next evolution where the threshold is met, they could turn into another being completely, and then, the difference between them won't be of slime and humanoid body but simply gender and other features like face and stature.

Similarly, his beyonder bloodline had its special form, too. He had been in one but could never actually see it completely. From pieces of evidence gathered, the form was draconic, or at least, serpentine in nature. This proved to be insightful as to why there would be such a source of malice within it. Maybe some dragon got crazy and slaughtered many? That was Nik's thought regarding the matter.

Sighing to himself, Nik moved out of the spiritual world, unknown to the complicated thoughts of his spirits after his departure for the man's totem came to life and snuggle coiled around his neck when he was deep in meditation.

Alas, Nik still had to face Anna's wrath in bed after she found out certain things. Not that Nik didn't enjoy it.

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