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Chapter 334 Freedom

...and could barely talk.

"...mas...ma...st...er"

That was the last thing he said before his body dissipated into black smoke and he disappeared. Because of this, Mok Jae-Hwa led an emergency exit from the gate they were hunting in. He was very worried that something dangerous might have happened to Raith. However, he also found his mind struggling to believe the possibility.

Unfortunately, by the time he was out of the dungeon, Balam was out too... for the same reasons. The other hunting parties that were led by Curtis, Shin, and the rest seem not to be outside. There were no problems with them after all.

Mok Jae-Hwa after confirming why Balam was outside and seeing that their reasons were the same, hastened to the settlement as fast as he could.

After they got there, Bastien informed them that Raith had left with Beelzebub and they were alone somewhere.

At once Balam began to fume with ferocity, streaks of lava slowly began to open and run across his body, his body boiled and was exuding thick steam.

Eventually, they got to the mountain where Beelzebub was kneeling in front of a black cocoon. Balam launched an attack immediately, throwing a bone-crushing fist at the demon as he landed on the mountain.

Beelzebub easily sidestepped and allowed his attack to slip through, hitting the cocoon.

Balam\'s face widened as he saw what happened the next second. That brutal attack that he was sure would blast off Beelzebub\'s arm in one go did not affect the cocoon. The moment his fire fist came in contact with the black cocoon, the fire ran away.

"My attack was nullified?"

Balam had never encountered such before in his lifetime.

It was from that point that Beelzebub began to explain to them. After his explanation was done, they waited but didn\'t have to wait long.

After a few minutes, the cocoon began to open and dry off as a leave does over an extended period. But in this case, all in a second–revealing Raith\'s restructured body, fresh and almost glistening. His black hair had become silvery black. It was black but still managed to maintain some subtle menacing shine.

The part where Bal had stabbed in his chest left a stab mark, the sword had completely gone and fused into his body.

Beelzebub\'s eyes trembled to believe the wonder even though they were firsthand witnesses to this. He had also explained that part to Balam and they easily believed. It made him wonder how much they had seen for them to easily believe all the things he had said.

Not one did they doubt.

After a few seconds of the cocoon drying off. Raurh slowly began to open his eyes. That was when Mok Jae-Hwa and Balam shouted.

A lot had changed about Raith but what caught them instantly was his eyes. His eyes were deep as if they had seen the darkest of worlds, he carried a gaze that made Mok Jae-Hwa want to be very careful.

\'His heterochromia is gone...\'

One of the features that made Raith an incredible beauty was gone. Mok Jae-Hwa didn\'t like that but these new eyes weren\'t bad, they made Raith look so fearsome just at the first glance.

Raith stood up in silence and spread his hand, taking on the beautiful view of the night, the cold wind that slapped his skin.

He inhaled deeply and as he exhaled...

"I\'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

His scream tore the sky like a roaring thunder, filling everywhere and afar, close to the horizons resounded with echoes of his scream.

That was necessary, even though this freedom came with a lot of change which included the fact that he would have to be very skeptical from now on when in combat. Anything could make him lose his life and when he dies, he dies.

But still, there was this freedom that enraptured his soul and body as he spread his arms in the air.

After enjoying the breeze till the last of his echo resounded afar, so distant that he almost could not hear it. He put down his hands and turned to Mok Jae-Hwa and Balam with a smile.

They looked at him cautiously, Mok Jae-Hwa reluctantly asked:

"What happened... are you...okay?"

"Never better."

Raith said, twirling his arm to relax his muscles. All his body was as responsive as they used to be. No. Even better.

His movement was sharp, definitely faster than before.

"I greet you. It seems you have fully assimilated with the sin of greed."

Beelzebub said, standing up and bowing his head.

Raith looked at him, catching the underlying tone of respect that rode with his voice. If he recalled correctly, Beelzebub before now spoke freely. Not rudely but also not politely.

Raith averted his gaze and discarded the thought. He didn\'t care too much anyway.

"Yes. It went even better than expected."

"I ended up being of no use to you. How can I pay this incredible debt."

"It is okay..." Raith looked at his torn, bleeding arms.

\'Something must have happened...\'

[Confirmed. To save your life, the sword Bal stabbed right into your heart, this individual even though not qualified, you had to wield the sword for a second, which caused his hands to suffer quite the damage]

\'I see... Bal stabbed me?!\'

He belatedly got that part of Omnisavant\'s report.

[Yes. That was the reason why the message left by your predecessors was activated. It was left and the only means for it to activate was when the heart is crushed at the moment where the abyss is not in control]

Raith\'s eyes were lost in focus as he took a moment to listen to Omnisavant.

\'And since I was in a rebellion with the abyss, it was not going to allow me to resurrect like usual, that was taken as a momentary loss of control over me. Then Bal stabbed into my heart, unlocking the second condition\'

[Yes]

\'But I have only one heart now\'

Raith moved his hand towards the right side of his chest where his heart was beating.

[It is irrelevant. That is the source, as far as your power goes you may decide to create six more hearts to your body. It is the power of the source]

Raith remembered well the origin skill, she mentioned while listing out his skills. But it wasn\'t worth mentioning at that time because there were other things on his mind.

But now it was looking like there was more. As much as he wanted to know. Something else bothered him.

\'How can I put this...\'

He mumbled and slowly raised his hand.

The air around him seemed to hold its breath as from the tip of his middle finger outstretched, a bead of blood flowed out without making a tear on his skin. It darkened the moment it was out and in a blinding moment stretched out to form a black sword.

Raith frowned and closed his eyes.

Several black beads of blood came out of his body all before a second could make its tick—they all stretched into black swords... not just ordinary black swords, they were just as Bal both in efficiency and appearance.