CHAPTER 71: | THE SEED OF LOYALTY

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  "Hmmm."

  I smiled.

  The improvement in my status window wasn't remarkable this time, but it was a good improvement overall.

  My race, the Distorted One, was a unique race perfectly tailored for me.

  The very core authority it offered, [Distorted One Eternality], was an authority that suited me like a specially tailored garment.

  If I devoured a Skill, it would be mine, both in essence and soul.

  It would be inseparable from me, that no one could remove or corrupt it.

  This made it a must-have authority.

  I stroked my chin, a smile forming on my lips, then rubbed the marbled handrest of my throne as I chuckled.

  'Even though I've created authorities similar to this, all of them have failed or were inadequate to keep up with my core authority, myth Voracity.'

  I shook my head as Solia gazed at me oddly.

  She slowly descended until she was on the ground, then turned and bowed to me.

  After glancing at me for a moment, she knelt on both knees and shouted, her usually aloof voice, that was as soft as a mosquito, was now filled with seriousness.

  "Master, please mark us, the children of Skaira, as your servants. Our purpose is to bring glory to her and to you, our master..."

  The titans gazed at her curvy figure, her naked 'bubble butt' sticking out of her white cloak that draped into the ground.

  They felt blessed for a moment but then remembered that if they'd rossed the line their saintess had drawn, she, the witch of lightning, would show them hell, or perhaps something worse, like sending them to a certain woman whose appearance was worse than a toad.

  They gulped in fear, unable to swallow, as Solia’s patience thinned while waiting for their chant.

  As she had already noticed their gazes from seconds ago, so she glared at them, and the titans shouted in a panic.

  [Mas... master, please bestow your Mark upon us! Mark us foolish mortals to become your hands and feet, for we, the forest titans, no! Your servants, will serve you with our utmost loyalty!!]

  Solia wiped her nose proudly.

  She clasped her hands like she was drinking soju, sticking out her prominent melons both from the front and back.

  Then she lowered her head until her nose nearly touched the dusty marbled floor.

  "Please grant this foolish saintess your Mark, Master!"

  Solia knew she was betraying her god by doing this, but she didn't care.

  She herself wanted to leave this forsaken world and ask her god Skaira why she had abandoned them and used them as a tool.

  She felt bitter that she was betraying the god she had served for what felt like an eternity, but her reason was reasonable.

  Why had Skaira, the benevolent goddess, used their souls as a tool to form this segment of the dungeon?

  She knew of Skaira's purpose for creating this, but why?

  Why did she use her saintess, her apostles, her children as tools to create this dungeon, the inheritance of the dragon emperor?

  This was what Solia couldn't understand for years.

  Why did her god repay their devotion with the desecration of their souls, using them like they were nothing more than some worthless consumable tools?

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  While she was thankful for her god's sacrifices, her benevolent teachings, and such, Solia herself couldn't understand why she had repaid their devotion with enmity, making them suffer for eternity when her other creations had not.

  So she gathered her courage, not with rage, but with hope that her new god would not abandon them.

  That was the reason she had been joking with him, trying to be close with him.

  Now, she shouted until her voice broke.

  "PLEASE, GOD!!! OUR GOD ALISTER VON FAI!!! PLEASE DON'T ABANDON US! LET US BE YOUR LIMBS, YOUR LAMBS TO CONTROL... but please, just please don't abandon us like what our god Skaira did..."

  Tears broke from her eyes, and she couldn't help but cry.

  She had been holding on this very burden for eternity, not telling anyone that they'd been abandoned like broken toys...

  The man sitting on the throne only looked at her with coldness, an expression that held no emotion.

  He muttered in a cold manner, unlike what he had shown her in the past.

  "Why do you think I wouldn't treat you as disposable or abandon you, Solia? Isn't what you're clinging to... just a rope of hope that would prevent you from going crazy? So tell me, why would I not abandon you or your kind in a heartbeat?"

  Solia gulped.

  She knew this was not the man she had known for the past few days.

  She gulped in nervousness but bravely shouted.

  "I... no, we, the titans, are willing to be your tools, so please, use us as you see fit. But please, just please, don't dispose of us or throw us into something like this! We, the titans, seek honor over death, so at least let us die with honor and not in dishonor like this! We the titans are beings of honor, so please... just please... don't abandon us like what she did..."

  Solia's tears streamed down her face, but she didn't sob like most would.

  Her expression was like that of a warrior ready to die in any battle, as she clenched her teeth until they grinded into fine powder.

  Admirable indeed.

  My decision of not killing them was an excellent choice.

  Since who would have expected that she would betray her god, a god that she believed in her whole life, without being afraid of the repercussions from her tribesmen?

  So I clapped.

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  The vast room that stretched for miles echoed with nothing but my clapping.

  The titans, who were about to point their fingers at her and accuse her, were silenced as I used my authority, [The Will of the Distorted], to unleash a terrifying pressure that pressed all of their heads to the ground.

  My display of power was absolute and tyrannical without a doubt, but I didn't care.

  Since what I had once thought of as a gold turned out to be a fine gem that just needed a little polishing to become my perfect apostle.

  "The irony, Solia... You betrayed your god in front of your tribesmen due to your desire to die with honor, not to be used as a disposable like this... Quite the spicy saintess we have, don't you agree?"

  Solia wiped away her crocodile tears and then snickered, unable to help but burst into a fit of laughter.

  "Hahahahaha... master, how was my performance?! Did I hit the mark? Am I pitiable enough that you want to protect me like a flower in a greenhouse?"

  I couldn't help but laugh at her eccentric nature.

  How could she switch so quickly after crying and bawling about how her goddess had abandoned her?

  While I knew everything she said was true, I couldn't help but laugh at how she had dramatized it to gain my sympathy and amusement, to make me intrigued enough, so that I would want to keep her by my side and protect her.

  It was an effective strategy, Solia... then it's decided, you'll be my sidekick, my secretary from now on.

  I chuckled, then patted her head as I smiled softly.

  "You've done well... so let this god of yours take care of everything, my lovely saintess."

  My lips curled into a crescent smile as I pressed my thumb onto her forehead.

  I then manipulated my blood to seep out of my skin and into hers as I muttered coldly.

  "Become my divine apostle, Solia... Be the mantle that will spread my divinity to all, for I, the Distorted One, shall accept your lowly self."

  As the blood on my finger formed into an imprint that looked like a small black mole on her forehead, Solia, on the other hand, grabbed my finger.

  She sucked on it deliciously and lewdly as she muttered in a feverish state as her ragged breathing could be felt.

  "As you wish, my god."

  In that instant, the light of the seven colors exploded into the room before it distorted.

  Then, Solia's very essence became distorted, and since she was now an apostle of mine, her distortion was a hundred percent an imitation of my essence.

  Her form shifted like the scales of a snake.

  I could see through my magic-enhanced vision that her skin had become like mine, gaps could be seen on her skin.

  As I knew that her skin had become a chitin, a living armor that would defend her.

  "Impressive."

  That was the only word I could muster.

  Her synchronization rate with my authority was better than expected.

  Looking at her essence right now, she was like an imitation of me, and I couldn't help but be proud, even though her strength had become weaker in exchange.

  "You've become something more valuable than expected, Solia, my saintess, no... my first apostle."

  Solia bowed.

  Then she pinched my nipple, as she closed her eyes, then whispered into it with her still-ragged breath.

  "Mr. Nipple, am I really that impressive?"

  Shoving her head away, I coughed as I walked with [Void Step] to the throne.

  I sat and then declared.

  "Solia, my apostle! Convert these unworthy fools to become my servants that will serve me for eternity!"

  Then I slashed my neck in a threatening manner, smiled, and muttered.

  "And you know what to do to those who refuse."

  Solia bowed in an elegant manner like a noble maiden.

  Her lips then curved into a devilish smile as she muttered.

  "The will of the master is the will of the heavens itself... those who defy shall meet with eternal doom!"

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