CHAPTER 769: 603 ANOTHER TYPE OF LIFE?

At the same time, within one of the palaces in the royal court, something that happened to King Hemulinp also happened to the owner of this luxurious room.

The room was in complete disorder.

All sorts of furniture were overturned on the ground, some even smashed and shattered, along with vases, ornaments, and equipments scattered on the floor, making the luxurious room look as if it had gone through a fierce battle, littered with debris and trash.

Upon closer inspection, there was a bed at the deepest part of the room.

The area around the bed was stained red with blood, and several bodies of servants who had clearly been tortured to death lay on the floor, filling the air with the stench of blood.

This scene seemed to have been witnessed by someone with intent.

"It’s tragic and disheveled,"

When this voice reached the ears of the person on the bed, he slowly opened his eyes, which were a striking red.

"...Who?"

He was not surprised by the sudden sound, nor was there a trace of fear, only a face full of savagery and madness.

"Indeed, just like the rumors stated, you are nothing but a mad dog,"

The seductive voice seemed bored, or perhaps uninterested in this person, speaking listlessly.

"You need not concern yourself with who I am,"

"I only have one question for you."

"Do you want revenge?"

The lackluster speech was met with a sinister smile from the red-eyed master of the room.

"Can you enable me to take revenge?"

It was clear, he too didn’t care who the owner of the sudden voice was, only whether the other party could help him achieve his goal.

"I can give you enough means for revenge,"

The seductive voice said so.

"Whether you can actually get your revenge will depend on your performance,"

Along with these words, a shadow suddenly appeared silently in the room, catching the attention of the red-eyed man.

"Who?"

The frantic voice emerged again from this man, leaving no doubt that he was ready to burst out and viciously kill any intruder.

Yet, the shadow that appeared in the room seemed impervious to this danger, like a silent spectral ghost, moving to the bedside and placing down two items.

It was a dagger and a bottle of potion.

After placing these two items down, the shadow disappeared.

The man on the bed immediately looked at the two items.

"These are masterpieces from our lord, a special relic, and a special transformation Magic Potion,"

The seductive voice echoed in the ears of the man on the bed.

"Drink that Magic Potion, and you’ll gain a power unlike any other and also qualify to use that relic,"

"Once you drink it, you’ll be one of us."

"We will also provide you with manpower, giving you underlings incomparable to any private soldiers you’ve trained before,"

"And all you need to do is one thing,"

"That is to seek your revenge."

No sooner had the seductive voice stopped speaking, than the man on the bed grabbed the transformation Magic Potion.

"Is he also your enemy?"

The man on the bed had only this question.

"Maybe not now, but he certainly will be in the future,"

The seductive voice rang out, almost laughing.

"With this answer in mind, what do you want to do?"

The man on the bed had only one response.

"I don’t want to do anything,"

He grinned, his smile filled with madness.

"As long as he is your enemy, that is enough."

Without hesitation, he gulped down the Magic Potion.

"Argh...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—!"

A scream filled with agony echoed as the man on the bed began convulsing, clutching his head, frantically slamming it against the bedpost.

"Bang!"

The spacious bed immediately shattered, turning into a myriad of fragments scattered everywhere.

The man continued to scream in agony, clutching the dagger, digging at the floor, the walls, and even the bodies on the ground.

Soon, a cold energy burst from him, corroding everything around him to ruins.

Watching this scene, the seductive voice appeared again.

"Congratulations, from this moment on, you are a Magic-guided Transformed Person,"

"Use that power well,"

"It’s derived from a force that once destroyed an ancient magic civilization"

With these words, the seductive voice disappeared, replaced by ghost-like figures that appeared silently in the room.

"Hehe...hehehe...hahahahaha...!"

The man, resonating with that cold energy, cackled louder and louder.

In his voice was nothing but madness.

...

"Is this satisfactory?"

In a hidden corner unknown to others, a voluptuous young woman set down an object, smiling radiantly.

"With these two moves, even if we can’t affect the princess and her master directly, we’ll still achieve the goals of ’Sky Hunt’."

"The people of Hidden Land, aware of their princess’s true identity being exposed, will surely not remain seated, right?"

"As long as they come out, then these two moves are the right ones."