"System? How many DP is required to evolve Shadow mana to Void mana"

"Also, this Veil, much DP do I need to use it?"

Thinking of the strength of the weeping Angels, having them under his command would be more than enough to walk through at least the upper layers of the abyss.

Unfortunately, as an item created by an ancient god, the current him could not use it unless he had some help

Luckily, that help did exist, in the form of a system

So with excitement in his mind, he asked the system, confident that his two million Dp would be more than enough

[Ding! Analysing user query]

With a beep the system began to act.

[System Alert: Insufficient Points.]

[Item Grade: Divine / Law Construct.]

[Unlock Cost: 5,000,000 Destiny Points.]

[Current Balance: 2,000,000 DP.]

Damien scoffed. "Five million? Do I look like the Federal Reserve?"

He tapped the Veil. It hummed with a cold, terrifying power.

"Fine," Damien grumbled, storing the heavy artifact into his Void Gem.

"Into the vault you go."

Being shut down, he then turned towards his shadow core, at least that should be able to evolve, more so now that his body had adapted to the abyss

"System. Evolve my Shadow Core."

[Detecting Latent Void heritage in shadow mana! Detecting Abyss adaptation! Detecting Will resonance!: Multiple Evolution Paths are available]

Blinking with a series of notifications, three options soon appeared in front of Damien, names he had never heard in the orginal novel

[Option 1: Abyssal Shadow (Standard) – Cost: 100,000 DP]

[Option 2: Void Walker (Advanced) – Cost: 250,000 DP]

[Option 3: Hollow King's Authority (Unique) – Cost: 500,000 DP]

Looking at these three, Although he didn't know what each of them did, but as he was currently rich, why not choose the most expensive?

So with that in mind, Damien didn't hesitate. "Option 3."

[Payment Accepted. Initiating Evolution.]

VWMMM.

Pain, a sharp and cold pin shot through his veins.

In response, Damien gritted his teeth as the black, spiderweb-like veins of the poisoning on his neck began to recede.

In front of Isabelle, The chaotic, jagged lines smoothed out into geometric, elegant tattoos that pulsed with a faint, violet light before fading under his skin.

He took a deep breath. The air of the Abyss, which had tasted like ash and sulfur, suddenly tasted... sweet. Like cold mountain water.

He stood up. He felt lighter. Stronger. The 7th Order level he had recently broken through seemed more stable.

"Better," Damien whispered, clenching his fist. Shadows danced between his fingers, heavy and hungry.

Yes, his shadows at this time were now a hybrid of both the Void and had characteristics of his will

A change that quietly surprised him.

"Interesting, interesting, it seems I underestimated the Value of DP before"

Feeling these changes, he was looking forward to Just how much he could make in the Abyss

Perhaps, by the time he came out, he would be a God or Demi God by thena

"haha! That's to far, I should focus on finding my parents and making sure the outside world doenst destroy itself in war"

"if that happens, then even without Azathoth invading, the world would be destroyed"

Calming himself down, he turned to look at Isabelle beside him.

According to her, he suddenly fainted after getting the veil, and had been unconsious for almost half a month.

This either meant that the time in both worlds were not the same, or the backlash made him unconscious, for a few days have his soul returned

Either way, since he was back, they needed to head back to Abyss heaven and earn some money and gear

As his current clothes were long since torn and his mask filled with cracks

"Alright Isabelle, it's time for us to go back"

"Also when we get back, we'll tell them we failed the commison and barely escaped with outlives"

"Argh!"

Not giving her a chance to react, he picked up his pantheon sword and stabbed his right thigh.

As a seventh order creature now and his celestial life physiqe, this was no where near enough to kill him, however it was enough to put on a show

And Isabelle beside him, seeing her young master doing so, didn't question why or what he wanted to use it for

She simply took out a dagger and did the same.

Together like this, they both limped back toward the Skull Gate of Abysshaven.

…......

[Abysshaven]

Getting to the gates of abyssheaven, two massive skeletal guards looked down at them. One of them snorted, blowing smoke from its nostrils.

"Look who it is," the guard sneered. "The soft-skins came back. I thought the Angels would have eaten you."

Damien however didn't retort, he didn't have any time for these small fries.

Instead he kept his head bowed, dragging his feet.

Ignoring all the eyes around them, they entered the Bone Hall, the massive guild center built inside the ribcage of an ancient leviathan.

The hall was bustling with Drifters, demons, and monster hunters. But as Damien and Isabelle entered, the noise died down. Eyes turned toward them.

Damien walked to the main counter. The skeletal clerk, the one who had mocked him days ago looked up from his ledger.

"Well?" the Clerk rattled. "Where is the mask? Did you find the Sovereign?"

Damien heearing this question slammed his hand onto the counter in frustration.

"Cancel the commission."

The hall went dead silent.

"Cancel?" the Clerk asked, his empty sockets widening.

"You... you survived the Garden without completing the quest?"

"We didn't even make it past the entrance!" Damien lied, his voice trembling with fake fear.

"The statues... they moved! We barely got away with our lives!"

For a second, the tension held.

Then, a Drifter in the back laughed.

"BWAHAHAHA!"

The laughter spread like wildfire.

"Look at the soft-skin!" a Demon shouted, banging his mug on the table.

"Ran from a statue! Coward!"

"Lucky to be alive, boy! Go back to the nursery!"

The mockery filled the air. They were jokes.

For this, Damien still hung his head, selling the shame.

He had to pretend to have filed the quest, if the real person behind the quest finds out that he has the veil, then he and Isabelle would be in serious trouble

After all, the weeping angels were no ordinary creatures, if someone said nothing fishy was behind this quest, Damien wouldn't believe it

Now what he had to do now, was pretend to be an injured newbie who picked a quest past his caliber

With this in mind, he walked over to the Quest Board.

Only this time he ignored the High-Risk section.

Instead he went straight to the Low-Risk board, the section reserved for cripples and beginners.

After scanning for a few seconds he ripped a parchment off the wood.

[Quest: Cull the Sewers.]

[Target: 10 Abyss Rats.]

[Reward: 50 Abyss Cores.]

He brought it to the counter.

The Clerk stamped it with a loud, condescending CLACK.

"Fitting work for a soft skin," the Clerk rattled.

"Try not to get eaten by a rat this time."

Damien took the scroll, turning away so they wouldn't see the cold glint in his eyes.

Isabelle was trembling. Her fists were clenched so tight her nails drew blood.

She wanted to burn the hall down. She wanted to tear their throats out for insulting her young master.

"Walk," Damien whispered to her.

They exited the Bone Hall, the sound of laughter following them out into the neon-lit grime of the Hive.

However, what no one noticed was as the heavy bone doors swung shut, someone watched everything happen with a cold eye.

Leaning against a wall in the shadows was Rax, the old, scarred guard with the multi-faceted insectoid eye.

He just stayed there, not a single grin on his face.

His insect eye zoomed in on Damien's retreating figure.

It analyzed the weight distribution. The stride length. The pressure on the ground.

"He's injured alright," Rax whispered to himself. "However, there's something off about him."

Rax tapped a small, black communication stone concealed in his armor.

"Tell the Sanctuary Lord," Rax murmured into the stone.

"The 'Soft-skin' survived the Garden, he might know something"

Rax watched them disappear into an alleyway.

"Sorry Kid, but this is the abyss, always expect the worst!"

…....…..."

[The Alleyway]

As soon as they turned the corner into the dark, secluded alley, Damien's posture changed instantly.

The limp vanished. His spine straightened. He dusted the ash off his trench coat with a casual flick of his wrist.

"Master," Isabelle hissed. "Why did we let them mock us? I could have killed them all."

Damien smiled. His cross-shaped pupil glowed faintly in the dark.

"Because now they think we are prey," Damien said softly.

He glanced back toward the main street, sensing the gaze that had been tracking them.

"They took the bait."

He adjusted his collar, looking down into the sewer grate.

"Now... let's go hunt some rats."

With a sly smile on his face, he drew his Pantheon Sword.

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