20demayo Chapter 496 Powerful Marks
Chapter 496 Powerful Marks
"You're so annoying. Are you going to sign or not?" he spat out, his eyes narrowed with impatience. "Listen here, I don't really care if you disappear or not. Stop wasting my time."
Ember's heart skipped. She hadn't expected him to really mean it—she thought he'd press harder, give her a reason to form a pact.
Then he started to turn around.
"Let's go," he commanded the other two.
Panic flickered across her face as she watched his back, realizing the gravity of what was about to happen.
If he walked away now, her options would be limited.
She'd either have to disappear entirely or turn to the very beings she despised—the angels. A shudder ran down her spine at the thought.
What the angels did to her before was so sickening that she would rather serve the most evil being in the world than come running back to them.
She swallowed, her pride.
"Fine," she finally said, voice barely above a whisper. "But don't think for a second that I'm happy about this."
"I don't give a shit if you're happy or not," he muttered, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her closer.
Before she could react, he leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead.
A familiar warmth spread through her, the same binding energy that marked the other divine beast.
Ember felt the shift almost instantly, the sensation of connection, of belonging—though she'd rather choke than admit it out loud.
In a flash, his divine mark appeared on her forehead, glowing with power.
And just like that, all three divine beasts were his.
It had been surprisingly easy, and he didn't feel even a hint of weakness from it.
They existed inside him, a constant presence that siphoned away his surplus energy. Whenever he was in standby, they automatically recharged, drawing on his power as if it were a lifeline.
In a way, they were no different than his undead army in that department—both served as extensions of his will, absorbing his energy and strengthening their own abilities.
Concentrating on it, the tattoo began to shine, and suddenly, he felt himself being pulled into another mental space.
This sensation was familiar; it reminded him of the time he had visited his undead army space.
As his vision cleared, Reign found himself in an empty, dark space. It was vast and seemingly infinite, with a deep silence that enveloped him. The absence of light made it difficult to see, but he could feel the presence of one person.
It was Nerys.
"I see, so this is where you live when you're not called. No wonder you didn't mind being inside me all the time."
"Yes, Master, this is our mental palace," Nerys explained, her expression earnest.
"Unfortunately, once we have a new master, everything will reset. So, we need your help to design a new place for us."
'System, analyze this space' Reign commanded.
[System Analysis In progress]
[System Analysis In progress]
[System Analysis Complete]
[Host, this space is inside your angelic body, and you can customize this using Divine Creation.]
'I see, so it's not soul-bound,'
This made things much easier for him. If their essence was simply housed within his current body, it meant he could transfer his soul without them even noticing.
[DING!]
[Host, the system could aid you in customizing this place. Would you like the system to create a new module ?]
'A module? What does it do, and how much time would I save from using it?'
[A module is a framework that enables efficient creation of spaces and features within the mental palace, allowing the host to implement ideas quickly. Without it, customization would take much more time and effort.]
Reign raised an eyebrow, "So it's like a creation software?"