Chaos Warlord: Reincarnated in Eldrich with the Devil System!
What comes after death? Val has a definite answer. It's reincarnation! After dying on modern-day Earth, he found himself waking up in a strange world! The world was so strange that after death, humans would turn into zombies. Negativity could give birth to devils. There were also dungeons that, if left unchecked, could spell disaster! This strange world was called Eldrich. In this strange world, Val gained a chance at life when he acquired the Devil system! [You have gained ownership of the Devil System!] [Please choose the type of devil you would like to become.] [Option 1: Shadow Devil.] [Option 2: Blood Devil.] That night, he grinned and the world witnessed the birth of a devil! ... A scene from the novel:- The Anthrolisk's antennae twitched violently, its bloodshot eyes narrowed, and it gritted its mandibles. Rage bubbled up within it like boiling tar, yet it kept its fury in check. "I admit," it managed to grind out through clenched teeth, "you're stronger than me. On my own, I might not be enough to defeat you. But when my children come into the picture, everything changes." Val's eyebrow raised, "What children?" The Anthrolisk responded by clapping its hands elegantly. Suddenly, the ceiling overhead split open, and gigantic cockroaches, each half the size of a human, crawled out. Their shiny exoskeletons gleamed ominously under the faint light of the chamber. "Shocked, aren't you?" The Anthrolisk gloated, a wicked grin stretching across its monstrous face. "Let's see how you fare against my children! Little ones, get him!" With the command given, the cockroaches crawled down the wall in an eerie synchronicity, their multitude of tiny legs clicking against the stone walls of the chamber as they closed in on Val. Val, however, merely smirked, causing an ominous chill to creep down the Anthrolisk's spine. It could feel that something wasn't right. "You're not the only one with henchmen," Val retorted casually, his smirk broadening into a wicked grin that mirrored the Anthrolisk's earlier expression. A sense of foreboding filled Anthrolisk and it moved to stop Val from doing whatever he was planning to do. However, it was too late. "Descend to the living realm, my horde of the undead!" he commanded. Suddenly, reality seemed to bend and ripple around Val, as if it was a mere illusion. Out of these distortions, countless undead emerged, tearing through the very fabric of space itself to answer their master's call. Their hollow eyes burned with a spectral fire, their skeletal forms imposing and dreadful. It was a sight to behold, a haunting spectacle that sent chills down the spine of the Anthrolisk and its children. A little about Val:- Val is not good or evil. Ask long as it benefits him, he can be a saint or a devil, or both! Join the Chaos Warlord Discord: https://discord.gg/jMS76sCfMs
28: A crazy surge in Mad points!
Having claimed the Cursed Weapon, Val turned to exit the Terrace of Darkness. However, upon reaching the door, he discovered it was securely locked.
Val wasn't taken aback by this minor inconvenience. He simply curled his hand into a fist, ready to knock to alert the guard outside that he was locked inside the terrace.
He struck the door once.
The knock was clear and resounding, echoing throughout the quiet, eerie space like a sentinel's drumbeat.
Wa! Mommy!
The unexpected sound jolted the guards stationed outside. It was an unexpected interruption to the heavy silence that had previously reigned. It caused their hearts to pound rhythmically against their chests, each beat as loud as the knock itself.
They were terrified. After all, Val had barely been inside for five minutes. An ordinary man would have hardly had time to even glance upon a cursed artifact, much less gain control over one. The notion that he could be ready to leave so soon was unfathomable.
They couldn't help but think that something otherworldly had caused that knock. The thought sent a chill down their cowardly spines!
Richard gulped his fear and called out, "Who's there?"
His voice was wavering with tension, showcasing that he was as terrified as everyone, but even then he still dared to do what was necessary.
"Who else could it be but me?" Val's cool voice penetrated the thick door, tinged with a hint of amusement. "Hurry up and open the door, Richard."
"Give me a moment, Master Val," Richard hastily replied, his trembling hands fumbling with the seal.
Feeling guilty, others also joined in
Under the influence of the corruptive force of the terrace, they had inadvertently locked Young Master Val within the Terrace of Darkness. The realization dawned upon Richard and the others, and their heart seemed to sink to their stomach!
Their hands, now slick with sweat, slipped as they tried to break the seal.
Finally, after a few tense moments, the door creaked open, revealing the young man.
Val stepped out of the Terrace of Darkness, his hand gripping the hilt of an enigmatic sword that seemed to be pulsating with something sinister, a sheen of black covering its icy, cold surface.
A single look at it, and they were able to tell that it was a Cursed Weapon.
The sight was astounding enough to make the jaws of the guards of the Terrace of Darkness drop. Not just that, but their eyes also bulged so wide that it seemed they might just pop out of their sockets with a simple pat on their back.
They stared at Val in shock, their minds unable to process the surreal scene unfolding before them.
The young man, who they once dismissed as a mere normie, was now holding a Cursed Weapon that not even the most talented youngster of their Whitemore family could wield without immense struggle.
It was a sight they'd never expected to witness!
"I...I must be seeing things," stuttered one of the guards, his hand aggressively rubbing at his eyes as if the act would erase the spectacle before him.
"What on earth?" Terry exclaimed, his shock momentarily causing him to forget the throbbing pain in his broken wrist. His eyes almost seemed to bulge from their sockets as he gaped at Val in utter disbelief.
Guard Richards, on the other hand, remained mute. His mouth hung agape, but words eluded him. He brought a trembling hand to his forehead, rubbing it vigorously as if the gesture could wipe away a troubling illusion.
"You...you've..." Terry stammered, his shaky finger pointing at the sword in Val's grasp. "How... that's... that's impossible! I must be hallucinating," he gasped, slapping his own cheeks in a futile attempt to wake from what he hoped was a dream.
Meanwhile, having failed to snap out of his supposed dream, Richard pinched his arm. The biting pain served as a sharp reminder of reality.
"It's...it's real..." he whispered, mostly to himself, "...even the family patriarch needed five hours to subdue a rank-3 cursed artifact... but Young Master Val... he did it in mere minutes. How can that be?"
+10 Mad Points!
+20 Mad Points!
+40 Mad Points!
A pleasing alert echoed in Val's mind.
He realized that he can easily earn mad points by giving others a shock of their life. He decided to do more shocking deeds in the future!
'In their bewilderment lies my fortune.' Val thought as a slight, icy smile graced his lips.
As he smiled, a wave of chill went down the spines of the onlookers. They misread his expression, assuming he was upset about being locked inside. However, his glee was due to the rise in his Mad Points, which had now hit the hundred mark.
He promptly exchanged them for a stat point.
"Nothing is impossible for me." Val declared, his voice cool and composed, as he walked away.
The guards, who were at a loss for words, were left behind. The entire event seemed to have struck them mute, their minds failing to comprehend how Val had accomplished such a feat of subduing a cursed weapon in minutes.
"A mere youngster handling a Cursed Weapon with such ease... it's unheard of. Is... is this the true power of the Whitemore bloodline?" the guards of the terrace stammered as they watched him go away.