Chapter 220 -220-Contamination
Inside the dark and eerie Undead Castle, Glaton wore a proud, almost smug smile on his grotesque face.
After so many years, this was the first time he had ever shown his treasured collection to a living being.
From the corner of his eye, Glaton tried to catch a glimpse of Daniel’s expression, expecting to see horror or at least despair etched across his face. After all, any reasonable person would feel dread after seeing something like this.
The poor fool. If it weren’t for Glaton’s "collection," humanity would likely possess far greater strength by now.
No matter how many times a soul is reincarnated, its innate talent does not change. This fundamental truth meant that the races of the myriad realms—especially humanity—could have been far more powerful than they currently were. Heroes could have risen again and again, growing stronger with each rebirth.
But because Glaton had intercepted and imprisoned these souls, because he had selfishly locked them away for his personal enjoyment, the power of the myriad races had been greatly diminished. The long arc of progress had been forcibly interrupted.
If humanity ever learned of this cruel reality, wouldn’t they be driven to utter despair?
Turning his massive head, Glaton opened countless secondary eyes across his bloated and decaying form. All of them focused on Daniel.
He stared intently, eager to capture the flicker of shock, the twitch of a frown, any change in expression. He wanted to see the moment Daniel broke.
But to his confusion and dismay, Daniel’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.
From beginning to end, Daniel’s face remained calm—serene even. He looked on with the cold detachment of a bystander, as though none of this concerned him, as though the imprisoned souls weren’t once his kin or predecessors.