NOVPUBDeep inside the sixth floor of Herram Prison.
Within the illusion, a black-haired girl stood alone in a place filled with hazy lights and shadows.
Her green pupils seemed like two bottomless lakes, silently reflecting the changing scenery around her.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl, who had previously been inspecting the prison gate, suddenly felt the boundaries of the corridor twisting. The space began to ripple like a water surface, followed by a sudden onslaught of swords falling from the sky.
The blades and swords glowed silver, instantly piercing through the girl’s body, staining the metallic luster with a layer of blood-red.
However, much like an immortal, the girl walked over these blades, step by step, remaining focused on her inspection work.
Every wound on the girl’s skin was so deep it exposed the bone, fresh blood slowly flowing down along the blades.
Before long, this blood evaporated the moment it came into contact with the air, as if it had never existed.
The illusion was lifted, leaving the black-haired, green-eyed Great Love Poet unscathed.
Despite this, before she reached the metal door of another prison cell, fire began to twist and jump on the ground like a living creature, spreading endlessly from deep red to golden yellow.
The Great Love Poet continued to step into the sea of fire, her fair skin burned so badly it was a mix of tumid flesh and charred skin. Yet, she moved forward calmly, seemingly impervious to pain.
"Lucky it’s me. If Hyperion were here in [the Inverted Path of Rebirth], it would have been hell for him."
The figure of the black-haired, green-eyed girl slightly moved her lips, mumbling to herself.
Knowing that these illusions were false, this firm and hardened materialist felt no fear.
As for the pain, since she was controlling a clone and most of her senses were focused on her real body, although the pain in the illusion was indeed great, it was not enough to make her pass out.
As Lanci was contemplating, the sea of fire suddenly cooled down and was replaced by a vast icy snowscape.
The boundaries of the prison fluctuated again, forming a deeper world.
The Great Love Poet was involuntarily pulled into a new illusion, surrounded by boundless darkness and piercing screams.
Snow began to fall from the sky, each snowflake with its unique shape shimmering in a black glow, dimming the world before the Great Love Poet. These corrosive toxic snowflakes, upon contact with her body, vaporize into smoke.
Nevertheless, tiny ice crystals gather on the Love Poet’s calm eyelashes, her steady breath turning into white mist in the cold air.
Enduring the pain, she manages to maintain her balance and keep moving forward.
Throughout the journey, numerous illusions appeared and disintegrated, yet the Great Love Poet’s pace remained unchanged, diligently fulfilling her duty to inspect the prison.
After a long time, it seemed like the illusions themselves grew tired, having failed to make that slow-moving figure in the corridor flinch. The power of the [Inverted Path of Rebirth], the boundary magic power, came to a stop, and ceased to fluctuate.
Silence pervaded the corridor.
Only after a few moments did the howl of cold wind slowly rise, as if the death god of winter passed through the open corridor.
This time, it was not an illusion because the inner part of the sixth floor was originally an ice-cold prison blanketed with frost and snow.
In the surrounding air, snowy fog and transparent magic power converged, forming a bone-chilling cold air that enveloped the black-haired, green-eyed figure within its domain.
In the center of the deepest part of Herram Prison, the seemingly indestructible ancient ninth-order barrier began to ripple, touching the supreme magic formula, causing minute ripples and exuding a layer of illusory fog.
In mid-air, a strong and heavy magic power congealed, not only carrying the fluctuations of [the Inverted Path of Rebirth] but also appearing increasingly profound, full of a power that inspires fear in beings. It was as if an ancient demon family of the Demon World had reached across time and space to cast a vast palm.
Surrounding the black-haired, green-eyed Great Love Poet, a translucent halo formed. Magic power congregated and interweaved in the air, and while this happened, the swirling icy cold air suddenly rushed towards the Love Poet’s forehead.
The growing magic power caused both Antanas and Sinola on the other side of the negative sixth floor to feel an unspeakable pressure.
In the teleportation hall. 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
"King, has she succeeded?"
Looking up at the frost-covered dome of the negative sixth floor, Sinola asked in surprise.
Even she was uncertain about the conditions required to obtain the Mark of Great Demon Clan in [The Inverted Path of Rebirth].
"She must have succeeded. Those trials of character were not challenging for her at all,"
Antanas nodded, now very sure that the new king had also triggered similar fluctuations in the negative fifth floor just now.
Although Antanas still does not know how the king managed to defeat her own illusion in such a short time without hurting a hair on her head.
The king now seemed more unfathomable than ever.
Having such a wise and capable new king is a true blessing for Talia.
Deep in the negative sixth floor, the situation on the king’s side aroused both curiosity and fear in Antanas and Sinola, all they can do is wait per her orders.
Once the authority of the negative sixth floor is activated, they would immediately confirm the location of Truth Pullane’s cell and rush to open it, waiting for the king to arrive.
Deep in the Perennially Frozen Prison, at the negative sixth floor.
The Great Love Poet was restrained by an intangible force, isolating the surrounding space.
Several breaths later, the light and magic power shattered rapidly and solidified into a semi-transparent imprint at the eyebrow center of the Great Love Poet ——
[Inverted Mark]
[Category: Soul Imprint]
[Grade: Orange Epic]
[Level: 1]
[Passive Effect: Gain a small boost to spirit attributes.]
[Note: Approved by Tiberius of the Inverted.]
"... My spirit has grown stronger again?"
Feeling his fifth mark, Lanci encountered the simplest and most brute passives for the first time and felt an increment in base attributes.
In life, Tiberius of the Inverted, one of the Ancient Great Demons, must have reached the limit of his spirit power, thus forming this Great Demon Clan trial boundary after his death.
It seemed that the mental trials always gave defensive marks, the physical trials always gave attack marks, and the marks granted by the Great Demon Clan depended on their own characteristics.
However, these three conservatives from the Demon World a century ago, imprisoned here, are unlikely to be attack-type imprints, so when he previously asked Sinola, the Law Breaker, for her mark, she was worried that hers was inferior and hesitated, unaware that Lanci did not really pick.
"If I get another mark, will my Demon Race traits change slightly?"
Lanci remembered that according to Hyperion, when the number of Great Demon Clan marks reached six, he would further evolve into a Great Demon Clan.
Then even as a member of the Demon Race, he would be more noble than Talia.
Not to mention that Talia was a bankrupt lady from the previous generation, and he was a modern entrepreneur, the concepts were entirely different.
