As he stared at the panel in front of him, his eyes slid to the next one.

[Warning] You can now summon the Crepy Orrock, but it follows the fate woven by the Dead Eye of the Fallens. If it is not fated, you cannot control it.

[Usage] Do any action or movement for the first time while thinking about summoning the Crepy Orrock. Repeat that same action every time you want to summon it.

Huh?

Was it really this easy to summon the Crepy Orrock? It seemed even easier than summoning the Morrveil Bloodroot.

That made him think that maybe the Morrveil Bloodroot was far more dangerous, because calling something that deadly shouldn't be possible with just a thought.

His mind moved fast.

Since both creatures had reached their second form, they must have gained new powers.

Right.

He wanted to summon them and see what they could do, so he could use them better. But how?

He hoped he would have control over them the same way he controlled his puppet, Bain.

But it was clear from the school's system — and even from his own relic — that without the will of fate woven by the Dead Eye of the Fallens, their bodies would not obey him.

So he decided to summon the Crepy Orrock first, since it seemed less dangerous than the Morrveil Bloodroot.

But he needed a proper summoning action.

After thinking for a while, he finally found one.

He slid his left foot back, brought his hand from behind him, drew a straight, round motion on the ground, and thought of summoning the Crepy Orrock.

But to his surprise, it was nothing like how he had imagined.

A sudden wave of strange dark-mark energy rushed through his hand, spreading over the ground in a small circle. A loud, heavy noise followed.

A shape rose in front of him — the Crepy Orrock. The same creature. Its chest glowed red, its wide mouth hung open, and its limbs bent at angles no body should have. A tail stretched out from its spine, and several tentacles dragged behind it. All of them looked a little more changed than before.

That's right.

It carried a strange aura.

At once, Ibaan's eyes and heart twitched. He understood something simple yet unreal — with just his thoughts, he could command it. It felt as if his will had taken form. Something he couldn't explain.

Then a rush of information burst into his mind — the details of the Crepy Orrock's powers.

His heart sped up with excitement.

He focused on the first ability:

The Crepy Orrock could swallow any creature whole on his command. It could appear from any place, at any moment, as long as Ibaan was in the entity state and stretched his hand toward the target.

The second ability was that it could produce an invisible growl that would drive the other party into madness, and they would eventually lose themselves unless they had a stronger resistance to madness.

The third ability the Crepy Orrock had came from the few tentacles that carried a cosmos-like pattern — it could detect time.

'Huh?'

How absurd.

How could it detect time? It made no sense at all.

But here was the point:

By detecting time, it likely meant the creature could sense all possible outcomes related to its target for a short number of times. And once it ascended further, that limit would grow.

The fourth ability was its power to bait its core. As the lord of the Orrock beasts, it had a unique way to guard its core, unlike other ordinary Orrocks.

All the abilities the creature had were worth it, and they were not as dangerous as he had expected.

But he was truly waiting for the Morrveil Bloodroot's abilities — those had to be far more terrifying.

So without wasting any more time, he checked if he could dismiss the Crepy Orrock with just a thought — and the moment he tried, the Crepy Orrock faded into nothing.

Right after that, he moved his hand from behind him and across the ground again, shouting,

"I summon the Blood of Hunger, the Morrveil Bloodroot."

At once, a strange red-mark energy burst out from his right arm — an energy he had never felt inside him before. For a moment the whole world around him turned blood-red, and the feeling was so familiar it felt like he had returned to the 3,000 Mythic Age, when his Master, his ancestor, the Nemesis of Angels, hunted freely.

His ears buzzed as the same red energy crawled out of them, bringing a sharp irritation.

At the same time, the red energy peeled itself off his entire body and gathered in front of him, spinning like a tornado — but it wasn't a normal tornado. It was a twisted, treacherous one.

Soon a figure formed inside his sight. His eyes widened as he realised it was the Morrveil Bloodroot — the same creature that had tortured him for seconds that felt like eternity, and even worse… more than eternity itself.

A chill ran through his spine as a strange déjà vu washed over his heart.

The two eyes on its head spun with endless shifting patterns that moved every second. Horns stretched out from its skull, and its long centipede-like body was covered in tiny limbs and the same swirling marks. Four larger limbs jutted from the body, each bent at impossible angles.

Then, to his surprise, the creature's form shifted. Something thin, like a covering, slid out from its back and wrapped around its long body, hiding the unbearable sight in an instant. A similar covering grew over its limbs, then its head, and finally its horns.

The armour-like layer carried mixed colours — red, black, blue, and at the same time, somehow invisible. Completely absurd.

Both he and the Morrveil Bloodroot stared at each other.

Ibaan's heart pounded as he realised he could control this fearsome creature. His chest tightened as he finally sensed the kind of powers the Morrveil Bloodroot held.

…His heart shivered.

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