Black sorcerers were bent on sitting on top of the food chain by killing and seeking the truth governing life and death. They wouldn’t bother to reach such a boring, short-sighted girl. As for human souls collecting, a much more reliable and efficient way would be to pull off some sorcery and decimate people in large stretches in a city, like the East Coral Island where Glenn’s hometown was located.
Glenn was still puzzled about that "master" who had created this little girl and the others, but whoever it was, it wouldn’t be a real sorcerer.
‘Degenerated as they are, black sorcerers are basically an elite group who don’t lack intelligence. This little girl is definitely not their intellectual work.’ Glenn thought.
Thinking about this, Glenn took a breath of relief. "Whoever created these weird ‘Black Sorcerers’, they were not very wise."
In the Sorcerer World, lack of high intelligence meant weak power, so Glenn had nothing to worry about. In fact, if Glenn had focused on developing some followers and had trained them, (although there might not be many due to restrictions of time, energy, and resources), he would certainly be faring better than these lame black sorcerers.
During the time when Glenn was lost in thought, the little girl had led Violent Bear, Cobra and the other knights out of this village, leaving the cold, dead bodies behind them.
Glenn proceeded to track the fleet like a ghost stalking in the dark.
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Four days later in another village, the slaughter went on. But this time, Glenn approached them quietly. He came directly to Cobra and dealt with him!
Glenn had decided to target Cobra back in the tavern. He seldom spoke and thus was less likely to be debunked.
Now Glenn had become Cobra and was playing with the black stone in his hand, which he had no idea about. But he could feel the soul waves in it and estimated that there were no less than ten.
Before a student succeeded in upgrading to a sorcerer, his/her soul was not different from ordinary people. So, technically, the stone contained ten of Glenn’s souls.
"Cobra, how many souls have you got?" The little girl approached "Cobra" excitedly, with her hands coated in blood.
Glenn took a glance at the stone and said, "Thirteen, Miss."
The little girl was not very familiar with "Cobra", so Glenn was able to deceive her by mimicking Cobra’s voice and tone.
The girl pondered a while and then jumped joyously, as if she were a little girl that had received a candy.
"Wonderful! Including yours, we’ve raked up 100 souls in total. Now we can go to the Devil Lord, who’ll realize my wish and hide this gray cloud around me. And next time, I’ll collect 500 souls and become a stronger sorcerer student."
Glenn laughed at her in his mind. "What a nice dream. In the absence of the power of leverage, what kind of a sorcerer student would you be? But who’s this Devil Lord? Could it be an ancient sorcerer?"
"Lord" was a word repugnant to sorcerers, since it stood for superstition, ignorance, and benightedness. No sorcerer would like it if his/her nickname ended with the word "Lord", even those conceited, unenlightened type. Besides, being nicknamed "Lord", his power level should be high. Then, why was he asking those who were not even students to collect souls?
This was strange!
Still disguised as Cobra, Glenn went back to Bajaur along with the procession, and during the trip, nobody became suspicious of his identity.
Now the group had arrived at an expansive manor of a noble in Bajaur. The security was tight, with many knights covering important positions. After having been examined and allowed to pass at several positions, they were led to an underground lobby.
Two "Black Sorcerers" were guarding there. Glenn squinted and found that these two were much stronger than the little girl—their attack power should be over 30 points, an estimation Glenn made on the premise of no leverage power.
However, these "Black Sorcerers" didn’t seem to have magical force, which was exclusive to sorcerers, let alone the ability to lever up sorcery. What they could pull off was a crude use of their enhanced constitution and negative energy, a raw power application according to real sorcerers.
"Stop! The Devil Lord is meeting other disciples." One of the "Black Sorcerers" stopped Glenn and the others. The little girl said nothing and waited where they were as ordered.
A short while later, a male "Black Sorcerer" who was 14 or 15 years old came out. Negative energy was coming off from him, which was nearly as strong as the two guardians.
Excitement and frenzy filled the eyes of this "Black Sorcerer" who was like a little wolf that had just learned how to drink blood. He then led several sturdy knights behind him out of the hall without casting a glance at Glenn, the little girl and the others.
"Let’s get inside," said the little girl indignantly; she seemed to have been irritated by the boy’s arrogance.
In a grand palace, an over-ten-meter mirror appeared before the group like a watery screen. In its thin space, there was a mysterious, unknown energy wave, which gave a feeling that this place was a wormhole bordering the Sorcerer World.
In the palace were varied arcane energy waves, most of which were unknown to Glenn. Roughly, he could discern out twisted space waves, negative energy waves, soul waves, void waves, and others.
"My disciple, what do you want and what are you giving me for that?"
A calm, serious and deep voice came out from the mirror, which startled Glenn.
Afterwards, a huge ball of black fire appeared in the mirror, and in it, two smaller balls of blue fire shone like a pair of eyes, as if they could look into ones’ soul. It was this ball of fire that was talking to the little girl in non-standard sorcerer language. It was an irregular element creature!
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Chapter67 A Hoax
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The little girl kneeled suddenly, followed by Violent Bear and the other knights. Glenn had disguised himself as Cobra, so he also dropped to his knees.
"Devil Lord. I’d like to give you 100 souls in the hope that you’ll pull off your sorcery and conceal my energy waves. This way, your most loyal servant would be able to collect more souls," the little girl stuttered in a respectful voice as if to say she'd dedicate everything to the Devil Lord. Afterwards, the girl threw the several black stones she had gathered into the mirror.
The mirror rippled like fluid mercury, and ten minutes later, these stones had merged into it.
"Nice tribute! Your wish will be realized then!" The Devil Lord sounded delighted.
As the Lord’s voice died away, a pure, wondrous energy appeared around the little girl and started flowing into her body slowly.
The girl became ecstatic and intoxicated. She couldn’t help but murmur something, her face blushing.
A short while later, the negative energy circling the girl had been hidden, at least hidden perfectly in the eyes of Glenn, who was a sorcerer student.
"Thank you Devil Lord for such a generous award!"
The girl looked down, and confirmed the absence of her negative energy. She then kneeled again before the Devil Lord in the mirror.
As Glenn followed suit and fell on his knees again, he was quickly analyzing what this so-called Devil Lord was.
Actually, he was just a creature residing on a foreign land. Through some unknown means, he had connected to the Sorcerer World and had been instigating these innocent children here to collect human souls, which seemed to be the unique properties of the Sorcerer World to him.
This scene reminded Glenn of a legendary novel he had once read in his childhood.
In the book, these devils seduced humans to commit sins by promising them great power in return; these humans ended up with their souls being eaten by the devils. And the process involved the important ‘Devil Pact’.
At the time, Glenn felt perplexed about what to do next. He thought:
‘This foreign land creatur
e is powerful to have imposed his will on the Sorcerer World. But this will transfer has been hindered somewhat by world’s physical forces, and it’s hard for him to even pick up a few stones. Apparently, this Devil’s projected will can’t exercise much power, neither can the black sorcerer guards. Then, should I do something now?’
Glenn hesitated for a long time and finally gave up on this idea.
On one hand, it was Glenn’s first time encountering a foreign land creature carrying out his will in the Sorcerer World, the process of which he had little knowledge about. So, rash actions would not be suggested since it was unclear how the Lord had achieved this transfer.
On the other, what would Glenn get even if he targeted the Devil Lord? What he would gain might be negatively proportioned to what he would have to pay.
In effect, Glenn had a better choice to go with. He had decided to leave this complex matter to his mentor Norris after returning to Black Isotta. This, in his opinion, was beyond a student’s ability to deal with!
Having thought about this, Glenn caught up to the little girl, who was on her way out of the hall.
Suddenly, something happened.
"Wait!"
Devil Lord in the mirror made a strange sound. The group turned about and found his blue eyes were glowing brighter and were dwelling on "Cobra". He seemed to have discovered something special in him.
"You! Yes, you! Your soul’s life information is different. Come closer!" In his rapturous voice, Devil Lord urged Glenn to come forward to him.
"Me?" replied Glenn with astonishment.
"Hurry up, go!" The little girl looked excited and urged, "The Devil Lord wants you. This is an honor thousands of people have been crying for!"
The girl pushed the already stunned "Cobra" forward, and Glenn was now facing the mirror less than a meter away.
A deafening sound was heard as if a fire had gone off and then it went silent. A short while later, a delighted voice said, "A fantastic soul! A great soul!"
The Devil Lord then continued his murmuring with the kind of excitement that could only be seen when a gourmet had tasted some rare delicacy or a lecher had come across a gorgeous beauty.
Meanwhile, amazement filled Glenn’s eyes. He seemed to have discovered something special about Devil Lord, too. Desires were burning in Glenn’s mind, and even with his ability to conceal feelings, his face was displaying great possessiveness.
"A motivator! It would work perfectly to activate my Fire Element Sorcery Matrix. It matches so wonderfully. This is simply a miracle! I’m gonna get it from this foreign land creature. I’m definitely gonna get it!" Glenn had gone frenzied. For him, this creature was now a treasure!
If it had not been the fact that Glenn didn’t have sufficient power, he’d absolutely capture this element creature right now and throw him into his lab at all costs, even if the cost would be to invade this creature’s world.
The next moment, these two people who harbored evil ideas exchanged eye contact.
The Devil Lord initiated a conversation. "Are you craving for greater power? With it, you could readily destroy those who have bullied you!"
Glenn was exalted on hearing this. It was the exact words that had been used by the devils in the book to seduce people, and now it was being used in reality.
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Glenn prostrated on the ground. He then crawled slowly towards the screen, displaying repulsive desires and yearning on his face, as the loyal servants depicted in the biographical novels would do.
As Glenn had arrived at the mirror, he cried, "I am! I want power! I do. Dear Devil Lord, can you teach me how to gain great power?"
Glenn’s mimicry was vivid. He looked a lot like the novel heroes who were mad about greater power.
The Devil Lord seemed to have expected this, and his soul waved pleasantly.
"Give me your soul when you die, and I will pass on to you the great power! My disciples tell me that your world is ruled by a class composed of arrogant sorcerers, isn’t it? I don’t know how exactly their power is graded, but the power I’m giving you is no weaker than the power of a corresponding sorcerer level."
The Devil Lord continued with his seduction.
"No weaker than sorcerers’ power level? Knowing so little about the Sorcerer World? Fearless is indeed based on ignorance!" Glenn became relieved now.
Glenn maintained his debased expressions and said gratefully, "What’s the use of my soul if I’m dead? I’m willing to give you my soul, but how can I deliver it to you?"
Glenn kept on his longing, excited expressions, and a voice was roaring in his head. "Say the Devil Pact! Say the words!"
"You’ll be all set once you sign the Devil Pact." A thrilled voice came off from the screen.
Glenn was contented on hearing the Devil Lord say the word "pact" as he had expected.
For the next half an hourglass, the mirror was in a constant flux, like flowing mercury. A leather paper belonging to some unknown creature was squeezing its way out of the mirror, and it should be the Devil Pact depicted in those legendary stories.
In biographical novels, all signers of the Devil Pact would gain great power in a short period of time, but would end up with horrible deaths, and after that, their souls would be served as food for these devils.
All in all, this pact was a miraculous, yet cursed item, and had been commonly used by the villains.
The moment this pact finally broke off from the mirror, Glenn caught sight of a ball of black flame throbbing on it. Glenn guessed that it was its blood, tantamount to humans’.
"Sign this pact, and you’ll…"
Before the Devil Lord had finished talking, a loud sound thundered, and immediately, sounds of glass shattering were heard at every corner of the hall.
Everybody—the little girl, the knights, and the guards who had come to check what was going on— were all shocked to their very core. The next moment, they rubbed their eyes and squinted at the broken pieces of the huge mirror.
They then shifted their gaze to Glenn. They had no idea why this lucky guy—being favored by Devil Lord—would do such a thing as break the mirror. At one point, they thought they had been under an illusion.
Glenn retracted his fist and picked up the pack on the ground.
At this time, a strong energy wave came off from the shattered pieces, and then, an angry voice thundered, "What have you done?! Don’t you want power?!"
Glenn snorted. "You stupid foreign land creature! You know nothing about sorcerers’ power! How dare you collect innocent humans’ souls in the Sorcerer World! I'll report this to my mentor!"
"You sinister, insidious human! You’ve just deceived the Dark Flame Lord! I’ve memorized your soul’s life information and the coordinates of your world. I’ll invade it and find you. Your soul would be then enclosed in the foul, squalid pig’s belly forever. And I’ ll…"
The Dark Flame Lord’s roar coming from the broken mirror was discontinued suddenly. Without the mirror, his will transfer couldn’t be sustained for long.
"An invasion against the Sorcerer World?" Glenn laughed boisterously, wondering which remote place did this ignorant fool come from.
In the bigger, endless world, there should be civilizations capable of invading the Sorcerer World. However, it had merely encountered two civilizations in its history, let alone one that was powerful enough to invade!
Since this Lord was able to project his will onto the Sorcerer World, it could be concluded that his world was not that far away. But there were definitely no other civilizations around the Sorcerer World. Otherwise, there would be no peace.
Besides, the Sorcerer World was always the initiator of an invasion, not vice versa!
However, the Dark Flame Lord’s remarks did remind Glenn of something. He picked up a piece of the broken glass and stuck it into his robe.
‘Perhaps, his world’s coordinates might have been recorded in this,’ Glenn thought.
With a loud crash, Glenn had produced th
e Inextinguishable Flame for his protection and rushed out of this underground palace.
The constitution-building mission was now over.
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Chapter68 The Legal Enforcement Team
On his way to the Black Isotta, Glenn chose to walk to get more exercise, and for this purpose, he walked very fast.
With the mask on his face, Glenn raced on the road, carrying the large sword and also a sack. In it were the heads belonging to three black sorcerers.
"Upon arriving at the school, how would Norris reward me for killing three black sorcerers?" Glenn snickered expectantly. "Oh, stop thinking about the reward. I had this wonderful experience and gained knowledge. That’s more important."
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Twenty days later in the Bramble Forest.
At night that day, the lights pouring down from the moon and the stars had been thinned out by the dark clouds. Glenn was sitting atop a giant tree and was feeling the texts in the Devil Pact with his soul using the flash produced by his Flame.
"What magical words! They introduce a way to interpret meaning using souls! They seem to be the natural product of soul waves and might be helpful in learning how to use souls."
While saying this, Glenn noticed the small, black fireball at the bottom of the pact again. It had no temperature and didn’t glow.
Glenn reached his hand out and touched it gently. It felt like a burning liquid. He then thought:
‘This motivator is beautiful. At first sight, my soul responded to it! There’s so much potential waiting to be explored in it. We’ll see what will be created the moment the fire element sorcery is activated using this motivator.’
After having read through the pact, Glenn fished for that glass piece he had picked up when the huge mirror fell apart.
Glenn studied it attentively, yet it turned out to be an ordinary glass piece glazed with a layer of metal.
Glenn sighed, doubting both its uniqueness and his depth of knowledge.
Further study on it was also fruitless, so Glenn set it aside and pulled out his crystal ball.
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