Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 256

Chapter 256: Illegal Item
Angel looked at Lucivar and was confused by his reaction.

He should’ve been more worried about a very potent poison that could kill him, which would determine his life and death, but he seemed to care more about the secrecy of his bloodline. It was puzzling—but Angel was sharp, she could put two and two together.

Just as Lucivar’s lips twitched, about to say something, the door was opened.

Dullan stepped inside and stopped when he saw Angel and Lucivar together.

His eyes narrow, scrutinizing the situation.

On que, Angel quickly shoved everything into the suitcase and got up from the sofa.

“I see you’ve done the mandatory strength assessment,” Dullan recovered and approached, taking a seat across Lucivar, whom for some reason looked stiff and distraught. “So, how is your strength progressing? Are you confident?”

Seeing that Lucivar wasn’t answering, Dullan turned to Angel, standing on their side.

“He’s well beyond Chrysalis rank. Based on the review of the other participants, Sir Lucivar certainly has a high chance to reach the top three,” Angel answered smoothly, professionally, covering for Lucivar. “As long as he got the right support, he could win.”

“Good,” Dullan nodded and turned back to Lucivar again.

Since they were going to discuss the arrangements, Angel should leave—it wasn’t her place to stay.

“Then, in that case,” She bowed politely. “I’ll take my leave.”

As she was about to turn, Lucivar’s voice rang.

“Before you go, tell me how to organize this.” He demanded with a stern voice.

Angel paused, then she realized what Lucivar was talking about, “You need to assess the situati-”

“You’re a fucking secretary, tell me the how and when.” Lucivar cut her sentence short.

Hearing this, Angel was surprised as Lucivar’s tone changed drastically from playful to serious, but she knew that this meant his bloodline was important. After a brief silence, she finally spoke, “The task is still ongoing, so it needs to be collected. Preferably tonight, but it could be before the tournament.”

“Alright, thank you. You can leave now.” Lucivar waved his hand, not even turning to look at her.

Once Angel left and closed the door behind her, Dullan clasped his hands together.

“What was that all about?” He asked questioningly.

“An unforeseen task,” Lucivar answered calmly. “I need to handle it soon.”

Dullan was skeptical, but he didn’t care about the details, only one thing, “Will it interfere in our deal?”

“No, I’ll handle it.” Lucivar shook his head.

Knowing how Lucivar handled his affairs from how he handled the Feradith Family, Dullan gave him a nod and didn’t linger on the subject. Dullan trusted Lucivar to handle whatever he was dealing with, he has proven himself at least to be able to do that much.

Next was a blurrying breeze of formal discussions.

It was the legality of the matter, starting from the contracts, reaffirmation of their deal, and such.

Dullan decided to talk about this himself, not through a third-party—which showed that he was utterly on board to support Lucivar. The Trading Union didn’t even have another champion other than Lucivar, and that spoke volumes.

Moreover, the discussions didn’t linger in that room for long.

Over the entire day, Dullan brought him to special sites to discuss his equipment.

Sponsors could provide the necessary equipment for their champion, such as weapons, armor, items, and artifacts. But the item and artifact are restricted to only one per champion. Illegal items, outside enhancements, and any other things that don’t encompass the normal standard are prohibited.

Having their champion turned into a mutant or using strengthening elixirs is prohibited.

It goes without saying that the participants must only use their raw capabilities.

Not heeding the rules would incur heavy penalties.

Lucivar thought the meeting would be brief, but it wasn’t.

Even though the equipment details were already registered days ago, and today should only be picking up the finished product, it took quite a while. Mainly because each one of them involved a precious rune or magical items that needed some paperwork to be done.

At exactly four o’clock, he arrived at a branch office in the suburbs.

Compared to the main office, the building in front of him right now was a far cry in terms of appearance.

It wasn’t even a cathedral compared to the buildings in the suburbs.

“Is this really a Trading Union branch office?” Lucivar asked as he followed Dullan from behind.

“If I built a metropolitan-style building out here in the suburbs,” Dullan chuckled, the idea was comical from his standpoint. “No one would bother trading there. Business thrives on familiarity, and in a case like this, the building needs to reflect the consumer it serves.”

Once inside, a secretary already waited and guided them through the halls.

As opposed to going up, as they always did throughout the day, the secretary guided them underground.

“What are we going to pick up from here?” Lucivar asked curiously.

“What do you think?” Dullan casts a meaningful glance. “Your requested item, I managed to get it.”

Upon hearing this, Lucivar’s eyes flickered with realization, before he smiled.

He was only saying that item as a joke, but who would’ve thought Dullan could get him one?

Dullan needs serious connections to get his hands on this item.

Even at the lowest floor, the secretary didn’t slow his pace—he led them deeper still, into the far end of the basement, until they reached a secluded room tucked away in the corner. Not a room for a meeting, this room looked like a storage room.

Not to mention, there was not a soul present other than the secretary, Lucivar, and Dullan.

Just the sheer level of isolation and secrecy spoke volumes—the item was clearly of immense value.

Then again, knowing what the item was, Lucivar wasn’t surprised.

Stepping into the room, an eerie atmosphere and cold air brushed against Lucivar’s body.

It was dim, only lit up by a single hanging lamp at the center, and the room had only one wooden table and three wooden chairs. Standing with his hands clasped behind him was a man, a powerful man who was certainly a high-ranking Hybrid.

And he was wearing a mask, an obsidian black mask with white linings and a big crystal at the top.

‘His aura is immense, I can’t tell how strong he is, Savant? Paragon? Grand Paragon? I don’t know,’ Lucivar thought, sizing the man up and down. ‘Not to mention, the scent of blood coming from him was thick. But somehow, he looked familiar…’

‘Maybe it’s because his stature made me recall Tobias,’ He shrugged dismissively.

No way this person was Tobias.

Tobias is not that powerful, he even got hurt by a punch when Lucivar was still a new Hybrid.

Once the secretary left the room and closed the door, Lucivar faced the man and waited for him to speak.

Soon, the man placed an intricate vial on the table.

Inside of it was a white substance, emanating a faint heat of energy.

“The White Blood, as you requested, Dullan.” The man spoke with a monotone voice.

Lucivar had requested the White Blood, the only poison that could work on Vampire Hybrids. It turned the blood of those—who drink it into a poison for a Vampire Hybrid that would last for a day until the body’s metabolism got rid of it.

It was hard to detect, and could easily catch a Vampire Hybrid off guard.

Due to that, the Valerius Supreme House banned the White Blood from circulating publicly.

But that doesn’t stop this person from having it in his possession.

Upon hearing this, Dullan took out a loupe from his pocket and stepped forward to inspect the vial.

A minute later, he nodded, verifying that it was indeed the White Blood.

Dullan turned to Lucivar and nodded.

Lucivar stepped forward to claim the White Blood, but just as his fingers neared it, the man’s hand shot out and seized his wrist in a firm grip. Despite the sudden movement—Lucivar didn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly lifted his gaze, locking eyes with the man.

The silence stretched, thick and tense—but not once did Lucivar show fear or hesitation.

“Dullan told me that you wouldn’t use it on the Royal House,” The man finally started, pausing after the last word to emphasize his point across before he continued, “But I want to hear you say it directly. I don’t want to be tied to any conspiracy and have an ending similar to the Angels.”

Hearing this, Lucivar exhaled sharply and answered, “I won’t use it on the governor’s grandson, relax.”

For a second, the masked man stayed put, scrutinizing Lucivar’s face.

Until finally, he let go.

Lucivar took the White Blood vial with care and put it in his pocket.

“Make sure to drink it before the tournament, and don’t provoke the governor’s son, or he’ll bite you. If he did, he’ll instantly recognize that you have drunk the White Blood poison,” the man warned.

This was something that would be punishable by a fate worse than death.

It should be taken seriously.

“I understand.” Lucivar nodded and stood by Dullan once again.

Just like that, the White Blood poison fell into Lucivar’s hands.

‘Now, with this, I don’t need to care about his Vampire side.’ He thought mischievously—limiting the options of his enemies is a must. But in this scenario, this would help Lucivar to get his point across, there’s no avoiding what was about to happen. ‘Poor Caldaros… Once I’m done with you, you’ll hope that you never become Sunna’s Avatar.’

…

It was seven in the evening when he reached the Blessed Hand Clan’s headquarters, one hour late.

Lucivar didn’t get his meeting, the advisor was already dealing with something else.

Considering his lateness, he was expecting this already.

The advisor must’ve made time across packed schedules to meet with Lucivar, but he got here late.

Fortunately, the sponsor deal was still on.

It wasn’t that the clan was angry at him—for not making it in time, they were only slightly displeased, but the advisor was genuinely busy, so there would be no meeting. Regardless, the clan still welcomed him and even provided him with the equipment and item he requested from them.

Mainly involving healing—he has a feeling he would be wounded a lot during the tournament.

On top of that, since he wasn’t going to come back to the academy, he asked for a room to train.

And the Blessed Hand Clan readily accommodated him, even offering to be the one—who would escort him to the tournament, which he accepted. Now, inside the normal training room—Lucivar was sitting on a mat with his eyes closed.

Since there was no meeting, he could use this time to progress further.

It was time for him to go through his Snippet of Bloodline.

Within his Inner Chamber, he stood in front of his Supernatural Ego and was looking into it intently.

“Frankly, I wanted the Snippet of Bloodline to be from the Gods. I don’t care about my Angel Bloodline. That woman of light didn’t help me save Delilah, so she’s not worth it,” Lucivar thought aloud. Then, he sighed, “But I had a feeling this would be about her. Anyway, the Primeval Skill I’d get from this… It better be good, you stupid angel.”