Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 266

Chapter 266: An Unknown Future – The path of a Monarch Opens
Asura sat on his throne at the centre of his palace halls. The destruction of the previous monoliths and the reformation of his spirit palace had created something brand new, forever transforming the formerly brilliant room.

The five new monoliths forever transformed.

Different from the previous, with a movement of his hand, each one would resonate and respond to his will.

Each is a different colour, with the dragon monolith becoming shaped like a dragon’s horn etched with the lost language of the dragons from his lifetime as Sura.

The devouring monolith was now in the shape of a huge silver wolf, noble and resolute, carrying the memory and tribute towards Auros with sharp sword-like fangs.

The devil monolith took the form of Asura in his Liberated form. Stood atop a huge rock, wearing pure black armour with huge, sleek wings spanning several metres with runes written on the surface of the stone, a final message from Azoth.

What changed the most was the Asura monolith, a statue like the devil monolith. However, this woman had long silver hair, a tall figure, and beauty that could surpass even Asura himself.

The source of the Asura bloodline, the one who completed it.

His mother.

“Tell me, Brian. Why does the Asura monolith now look like my mother?”

[You and the incomplete Asura who fused with you to complete your soul have one thing you keep hidden deep in your heart.]

[The absence and loss of your mother.]

“So I’m just a stupid mother’s boy. How embarrassing. But why is she almost naked?”

[This figure is one of the few that remain in the database regarding the existence named Freyja]

“It’s awkward to see my blood-related mother in such a state…”

[Error!]

[No blood connection exists between you and the Upper Realm Existence Freyja]

“What!?”

[The only blood connection that exists between you and any living existence on the planet are the two females gestating inside Xavida Bahamot]

“Eh!? What about Amalia, dad!?”

[Magic signatures of Amalia Fenix, Vela Silvara 50% match, zero blood relation]

“…”

[Magic Signature of Garret Fenix, 50% match, zero blood relation]

Asura’s eyes trembled as he leaned back on his throne, a feeling of intense isolation filling his soul. Mana signatures were like the DNA used in Sura’s previous world. Which meant that a relation existed on some level, but his blood differed completely.

‘Is it because of the bloodlines? Have they changed my body to such a state that I am no longer related to those I love? No… then what about the two girls inside Xavida?’

[Negative!]

[The bloodlines, although enhancing and evolving, you to the limits of mortality. None of them has removed your base DNA and structure enough to remove blood links. It relates to you, Vela, and your sister’s birth.]

[You should meet your mother and father and ask them the truth.]

“…”

‘Well, at the very least, our bonds still exist—to share magic signatures is as intimate as blood. I guess I am stupid now for egging on my sister that I would marry her if she became stronger and more mature… I thought our matching blood would stop her before it went too far.’

[Please calm yourself, Asura.]

He couldn’t hide anything from the new version of Brian.

The original program monitored his actions and changed his mind, but over countless years, Helliana seemed to have reprogrammed him.

So rather than monitoring his actions instead, it focused on his health, feelings and mental state, which felt strange. An old man’s voice speaking gently about your most emotional feelings is rather terrifying to hear.

‘Damn, Helia! She changed the old man into some emotional support robot.’

The only totem that vanished completely was the Profane Phoenix totem, which transformed into a pair of white and black wings that sprouted from Asura’s back, a single pair of phoenix wings with countless golden runes and sigils painted on each feather.

Although they were unique and beautiful, it wasn’t a bloodline nor an inheritance from anything else.

These wings manifested his bloodline and the monolith, which bound itself to him completely. The master cores now merged with his twin hearts, creating a pair of wings that represented the destruction and rebirth elements.

“Brian, please tell me my current situation.”

With the loss of the cultist’s system, Asura lost the tracking ability of their upper realm technology. Instead, the blue screen became extremely basic as it extended from his left wrist, displaying his current state.

His former system had been erased and replaced, and he had not checked the status menu since his revival.

Though he wondered if it would really change all that much, what made Asura the most concerned would be if he lost something because of his actions.

However, he refused to become the slave to someone else’s ordained fate!

***

[Status]

Name: Asura Phoenix (Fenix)

Age: 19

Title: Devouring Monarch, Divine Monstrosity

Bloodline: Profane Phoenix

Cultivation Technique: Nine Plumes of Profane Destruction – 5th Plume (Asura)

Cultivation Level: Second Layer of the Sea Cycle – Sea (Stage 6)

Cultivation Progress: 0%

Monolith Archetype: Tyrant

Monolith Level: 1

Monolith Progress: 3000/10000

—

[Elemental Affinity]

Ice: SS+

Fire: Profane – All fire magic damage taken halved—absorbing all fire spells cast by weaker existences.

Wind: S+

Earth: S-

Darkness: A+

Blood: C-

Light: E

—

[Magic]

Magic Density: 6000 (Average Stage Six 3000 – 4000)

Magic Capacity: Unknown (Average Stage Six 10000-20000)

—

[Skills]

Devil Sword Art – (Stage Three)

Asura Twin Sword Art – (Stage One)

***

The screen changed slightly, and many things vanished, causing him to become confused, but Brian’s annoying voice sounded before he could even ask the questions.

[The Elemental Sword art fused with your Devil sword art because of the intense training with that Elven girl, and the Auros Sword art is different—you made a new style to suit your way of battle with the black sword and Nova. Thus, the Asura Twin Sword Art was born, taking all the benefits and experience from your predecessor.]

‘I see; once that sword created with my devil’s mantle appeared, the silver sword lost its lustre. Or was it my subconscious refusing to be compared to my past life?’

Asura chuckled before using his Anima like he would move a finger, the black blade appearing in his hand, the dark sword creating vibrations in the air as it trembled inside his grip.

The devil’s mantle seemed to have undergone a qualitative evolution—its density and aura more than doubled before.

“Can you take the form of Lumeris?”

A voice sounded as he felt a connection to his long-neglected soul weapon; the black sword transformed into a black spear with a beautiful serrated tip, and he could feel the glee from his former first-choice weapon.

“Can you still merge with Nova?”

The weapon vibrated rapidly as if to answer his question, and the sensation of ice filled the room as Nova, the blue sword, floated in the air before fusing with the black spear named Lumeris.

Once fused, they transformed into a dual-bladed spear, one black and one blue, both merged in perfect harmony, creating something that shocked Asura. A weapon different from before; instead, he felt this weapon suited him best.

“Damn! You are looking good!”

A second layer of aura and destructive fire arose as if to complement the giant black spear’s transformation.

“My long lost partners, do you forgive me for swaying? Lumeris Nova, I should never have neglected you.”

The spear trembled before Asura as if to answer his words before a smile emerged on his face.

“I feel like we need to test you out in the real world. Today, we are hunting some strong goblins. However, they are merely goblins.”

The aura around the weapon grew even more violent, sharpening into a point on either side of his double-bladed spear, as if answering his request before it vanished, becoming dormant inside his spirit palace, hovering above his throne.

“You are right—you can wait for now.”

Asura smiled at the new weapon as a twinkle flashed in his eyes.

“Hey Brian, I have a date with a lovely Elven princess. Do you need me for anything else?”

[…]

[Shall I inform all your wives?]

***

Inside the largest castle in the Emerald Forest, the Elven princess sat on her bed while reading a book. The maids helping her change in the morning carefully completed their tasks before leaving the room, and the soft click of the door handle alerted her.

“Spica!? Why do you look so cute today? Is that makeup?”

Celine noticed that Spica’s face was covered in faint makeup and lip gloss, something she had never worn before, even for special events.

“Lady Celine, this is merely because…”

‘She is blushing! What a strange feeling.’

Spica blushed while answering before putting down her book and standing up from the bed.

A beautiful image of the castle view entered her vision. She then heard the bells toll, revealing the time.

‘It’s time to meet my hero!’

“Spica! It’s time to meet him! Let’s go quickly; you’ll join me, right? I will show you how strong I am now!”

Celine grasped the hands of Spica, who still seemed confused about the princess, noticing her slight changes.

“O-Okay, will he really meet you today?” Spica’s eyes lit up as she asked.

‘Hmm? Why is Spica so different? She used to nag me about Asura now she seems happy to meet him?’

“Nn! He will take me goblin slaying!”

“Goblin Slaying!? An Elven princess is hunting mere goblins! Oi… Celine, what is that face? You look like a barbarian.”

Celine ignored her maid’s words and turned around, leaving her chambers after dressing in a thin silk robe embroidered with the flowers and the Emerald symbol of the Elf Queen while grasping in her hand a sharp Elven blade, her lips showing a wicked smile that she mimicked from Asura when he fought.

The scent of fruit filled her body, her hair flowing in the wind, and her blue eyes like a starry sky, drew everyone’s attention as she walked through the royal hall.

‘It seems my big sister is getting married again. I wonder why she keeps switching them?’

She avoided meeting any of her siblings before arriving at the most guarded room in the palace, where each royal member had a single room to protect them from ambushes after using the teleportation device to train in foreign worlds.

“Open up!”

“Princess Celine, welcome.”

A strong female voice sounded, and the heavily armed Elves bowed before the princess. The door opened, and inside the chamber stood an elegant throne with pink fluffy cushions and stuffed animals, even one that looked a little clumsily made, resembling Asura.

“Spica will be joining me. I might be long, so please strengthen the guard.” Celine’s voice sounded deeper when she spoke, with a style and tone like Asura did when he was serious with her.

The teachings of Asura seemed to have subconsciously sunk into the princess like a young bird learning to survive.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

The strong guard bowed once more, her voice shaking as the voice of Celine seemed to be close to the queen’s. Different from her usual flowery and soft voice, which stunned all the knights watching her.

“Come, Spica. We must meet him.”