Chapter 576: The Price of Touching Misha
Despite his declaration, Baldur couldn’t help but pale each time his eyes darted to the deep crevice the strike dug along the cave’s wall. This strength was too unnatural. Yet, the seven-year-old boy’s physique dwarfed that of soul transformation realm cultivators.
But that was nothing compared to the unlimited mana he exuded. Just feeling it prickled his skin and birthed ominous feelings one after another. What if he could use it or if he mastered a few spells? Just what monster was in front of him?
The thought alone sent chills down his spine but also made his heart drum in his ears. Becoming an arcanist with this unlimited supply was a given. Hell, he could even reach the archmage level, become a region’s overlord, and lead the dark mages to reclaim their lost place on the western magic island!
As an icy wind howled around his misty body, his magic circuits blazed under the strain of the horrible spells he conjured.
"This opportunity..." His lips curled into a vicious smirk. "I’ll swallow it no matter what!"
A fog reeking of curses condensed, followed by hundreds of life-draining weapons, their edges glinting malevolence.
Debilitating magical traps covered the ground and walls, creating an inescapable net.
Finally, the air thickened as his scythe spewed souls one after another, each condensing into an armored fighter.
Their translucent frames glinting an icy scarlet caused Adam to frown before his face contorted into a disgusted and insulted grimace.
"This trashy scythe stores and turns powerful souls into evil ghosts." His fists trembled. "You dare twist souls for your petty usage? Get down, you bastard! I’ll show you true horror!"
Baldur’s grating cackles reverberated. "And enter your striking range? Don’t make me laugh!"