The Greatest Inheritance - Dementors Progenitor! (1)

The entire Reality Marble had gained an illusory appearance.

If one were to look at Port Royal from way up in the sky, but not outside the Inheritance Land, they would have seen the fluctuations of a Blood World, going in and out of existence.

Sometimes this Blood World felt real, sometimes false. But, more often than not, it was as if a colossal illusion was cast over the island.

Just like a hologram.

Two figures were falling from the sky within this hologram, their existence fluctuating along with the blood world itself.

One was an old man with a huge stature, his figure looking lifeless.

The other was a black humanoid creature. When one inspected minutely, the appearance of this black creature seemed to feel like that of a girl, her entire body covered in a shadowy substance.

A distinct glint of an earring could be seen on her left ear, too.

These two were none other than Shadow Lord, Pirate Lord Henry Morgan, and Cersei Lannister, the Book's Character.

Dementor-Kai eyed them, hovering above the blood ocean, his long, tattered black cloak billowing without wind behind him.

Gone was the covering of blood flames and the abundant presence of Reiatsu. Gone was the boundless feeling of MP and SP.

And gone was the sense of Power, making Kai feel as if with his one thought, he could seal the entire universe.

Yet, under the dark hood, his hazel eyes were giving out a profound glow. Alive!

The moment he saw Shadow Lord and Cersei falling freely, he flew toward them, his wraith-like figure leaving a black trail of icy fog in his wake.

When he opened his mouth, his breath rattled, and then he licked his lips.

The moment had arrived. Finally!

The Inheritance of Shadow Lord, Henry Morgan, a master of Alchemy, was indeed mouth-watering for many. Kai was included in them as well.

But if it had been 100% of his Inheritance, then it would have tempted him even more. A temptation, at least enough for him to overlook his other desires.

But circumstances had turned out such that he could only obtain 20% of it, and that too will be divided between him and Moraine. Killing Shadow Lord would have let him obtain a part of another 40%, for Red Sun and Moraine were involved in this fight as well, even though their contributions were smaller than Kai's.

But that had been only possible in the case if the temporary Protectors would have escorted all 6 Major Characters out of Port Royal.

Kai and the Contestants on Interceptor had escorted Jack Sparrow and William Turner out of the Inheritance Land with the help of, now dead, Supreme-Protector. Another top-level 7th-floor, and by far the most prudent, had caught Captain Barbossa and his crew, taking them out in the open sea as well.

Not to mention, Red Sun had already sent out Captain Norrington and Governor Swann, bringing the count to 5.

Yet, one remained.

Elizabeth Swann!

If Kai knew how things would turn out, he would have done something about it. But, by the time he returned to the island, his goals had already deviated from the originals.

The 20% of Inheritance would most probably give him a Skill, Kai had thought. But even if it didn't, he wasn't much attached to it.

Then there was the matter of obtaining Shadow Lord's inheritance related to the Alchemy. Now, it did make Kai tremble with joy, but this joy was only on the surface, not seeping into his bones.

Kai had already made ample plans of learning Alchemy from the Fullmetal Alchemist World. Not to mention, he believed in learning such things by himself, creating his own theories, and understanding his own principles.

Still, he wouldn't say no to a part of Henry Morgan's knowledge if the System would grant it to him.

So, no. The reason for him to nudge himself, forcing himself to forget the changing of Titles from Novice Collector to Poacher, was not Shadow Lord's known inheritance.

The reason for him to let himself fall into such a desperate state, hoping to fish for greater power into the sea of his misfortune, wasn't this inheritance.

No.

The reason was something much greater and darker, viler and eviler, and more wicked than normal reasoning.

Yes, he wanted to obtain unprecedented power.

Yes, he wanted to save the Book.

And, yes, he wanted to kill Shadow Lord.

He wanted these all things, but not without obtaining true Inheritance.

An Inheritance only he could get in this Inheritance Land… for he was the foulest creature that walked the earth across the Multiverse.

He was not only Kai, but he was Dementor-Kai.

And now… he wanted Shadow Lord's soul.

Dementor-Kai had always aimed to devour the soul of this powerful being, the Character surpassing the known boundary of the top-level 9th-floor Contestants.

Nothing else could even come close to it.

A foul mass of black fog rushed toward the sky like a sinister meteor. Around it, two curved heavy swords swirled, both giving out a murderous and evil glow.

The swords seemed dull at a glance as if someone had sucked out their power, but their blades were still hideously sharp.

Moreover, one of them could even kill with one cut.

Kai reached out with his right skeletal hand, the figure of an old man enlarging in his eyes.

In the next moment, he rammed into him.

Shadow Lord, though infinitely close to death, had yet to truly pass away. His old eyes were barely open, his breathing scarce. His ancient face had gone pale and cold as if some fiend had sucked out his blood.

And there was a yellow stroke on his forehead, shining with a sickly yellow, starry light.

There was a seal on his existence, which meant that the world itself wouldn't tolerate him existing with itself. Shadow Lord had become a thing that shouldn't exist; mustn't exist.

No one could stop death from claiming him, now. No one.

Just as Kai's thin, bony fingers wrapped themselves around Shadow Lord's throat, a dense cold profused into his skin, muscles, and bones.

Happiness had already abandoned him ages ago.

Now, even hope got snatched out of him.

This monstrous hopelessness was followed by the loss of Shadow Lord's happy memories, one by one getting sucked out of him like a mead.

Kai sucked deep, deeper than ever, and a sweet sensation ran down his decayed throat. This was the preparation before the final kiss. This was the condition to use the Skill.

Even the despair of death could not hope to come close to what Shadow Lord was feeling at this moment. "… no…" he mumbled, his long, white beard freezing under an ominous cold. "… for…give… me."

"Forgive?!" Kai's breath rattled, his 2 meters tall body wrapping itself around the giant old man. "Forgiveness and mercy… is not in my nature. And…"

It was then another figure arrived from above, falling like a blob of shadow.

Kai's left rotten hand lifted, and that figure gradually came to a stop before gliding toward him.

Kai wrapped his glistening, grayish arm around Cersei's waist, and felt her emotions; buried under the shadows.

The curved heavy swords, swirling behind Kai, rippling along with his billowing cloak, struck each other.

A screeching metallic clink rang out, forcing even the souls of listeners to shudder.

Suddenly, a diagram of 9 stars lit up on Cersei's black forehead.