Chapter 127 -127-It’s Terrifying
The Emperor of the Abyss, Malkar, displayed immense generosity when Daniel made his request. Twisting his massive vine-like limbs, he reached out with an aura of calm benevolence.
"My friend, state the materials you require," he said, his voice resonating like growing roots deep in the abyssal earth.
Daniel didn’t hesitate. With a swift gesture, he produced a neatly formatted requisition list on a shimmering projection of mana:
"I need 300 units of Abyss Dark Blood Stone, 200,000 units of Fallen Souls, several Abyss Heart units at Tier 20 or above, and ..." Daniel continued listing rare materials.
As Malkar listened, the motion of his vines gradually slowed, his expression shifting subtly. Beneath the stern veneer, there was astonishment—perhaps even the hint of dread.
"Human," Malkar finally answered, his deep voice resonating with authority. "You do not understand the gravity of your request. These materials are rare even within the Abyss. The Abyss Dark Blood Stone—you ask for 300 of them. Yet such a stone only forms once every century, and even I must expend great effort to extract a single one. They are part of my personal store," he clarified, voice taut with emphasis.
His words held solemn gravity. The Abyss Dark Blood Stone lay buried in the deepest, most inhospitable regions of the Abyss—areas so frigid and hostile that only the mightiest of Abyssal kings could reach them. Even most other Kings of the Abyss lacked that capability.
Malkar himself had collected them across millennia—he was easily over 30,000 years old.
To fulfill Daniel’s demand of 300 units—and allow Daniel to replicate them with his God of Thieves’ Dagger—would empty centuries of Malkar’s personal hoard. To say it was an unreasonable request would be an understatement.
For the Abyss Emperor, it might feel like watching a tsunami sweep away everything he had spent 40,000 years building.
At that moment, the usually impassive Malkar’s vines trembled, as though his very roots convulsed with distress. Then came a thought that filled him with horror: And this is only the first item on his list. The rest are no less difficult.