Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 386

Chapter 386: The Changes in Culture
The days felt quite mundane for Asura. Tonight, he would be accompanied by Helliana and Verana to visit a bar that the pair found together.

However, currently, he needed to deal with Valerie and Lorem, who spent most days relaxing together recently. The two of them paired together and created a duo that made Asura’s head hurt. With both of them carrying his child, he couldn’t mistreat them.

Asura currently sat in the living room while the pair rested together on the sofa. Valerie wore a loose yellow dress, while Lorem had a small red dress on.

The two of them seemed to be interested in a drama that started airing at the local theatre about a husband who leaves his pregnant wife for a young, new model never to be seen again.

Of course, the woman eventually rises after losing her lover, but they always speak about the part which sounds a lot like Asura and use it to make him treat them even better.

“Asura, are you sure you aren’t tired of our bodies? We’re older than three thousand years old, you know?” Valerie asked, pouting cutely.

“Yeah, and we have a scar on our bodies from all the years of fighting and trying to get stronger when we were younger. Aren’t you a prince? Don’t princes prefer pure beauties?”

“Mhm! Do you want the pure Mu Xue and Xavida other us old women?”

Asura sighed, “You two aren’t old women. You look as though you’re around twenty-five years old. Even if you were an old woman, I wouldn’t mind. All of you are mine now, anyway. If you two want me to spoil you, then just say it, I’ll do it.”

“Yay!”

Valerie and Lorem cheered before they sat up and walked over to him before they smothered him, kissing his cheeks and then noticed he was writing something. “What are you writing, honey?” Valerie looked down, only noticing the language was from the northern demon empire. While Lorem squinted her eyes and gasped. “You’re going to visit the north with Xavida. Are you planning to crush her uncle?”

Asura nodded his head, “I need to deal with him while Xavida can still fight, and it seems they are having a gathering of clans in the next few months, so I plan to attend with Xavida.”

“We want to come too! I haven’t been back north in a few hundred years.” Lorem said excitedly.

“Mhm! Me too!” Valerie agreed.

Asura thought about it and then shook his head, “I won’t be taking you two. Behave and look after Silvara for me.”

“Boo~”

The two women stuck their tongues out before they got off him and returned to the kitchen. It seemed they were trying to make Asura feel bad. But all he did was focus on finishing writing the letter before he prepared to leave for the bar Helliana and Verana had suggested.

‘Spending my days studying and training is getting a little boring… Then, in my spare time, I need to make sure everyone is happy….. so tiresome.’

Asura would only be taking Lucia and Helliana with him for the trip north, and he couldn’t afford for any of the women carrying his child to get injured. So, he chose the women with the best survival abilities. Then again, Sigurd would be ideal. However, she now refuses to leave the training school even after he mailed her twice.

“I guess I should return home before I leave,” Asura muttered to himself before he folded the letter and sealed it inside a thick envelope.

‘Although, I wonder how mother and father are doing….’

Asura couldn’t help but think of his parents, who rarely left their estate anymore. He tried to ignore them getting along too much, but sometimes, he would get a message from his father asking about Asura’s plans for the Phoenix Glade. It was a question he didn’t know how to answer.

‘Should I tell my dad all my plans for the future, or wait and apply them in the future… I worry changing things too much will make me unable to react to changes in the timeline.’

Currently, Asura felt the differences between people, places and events so far. He began to put less focus on his memories and instead used his mind to theorise and hope he could judge it right.

That said, he leaned back and closed his eyes, wanting to see the changes in his monoliths since the time he last checked; almost a month or two had passed.

‘I became too obsessed with natural growth and treated the monoliths like a curse…’

***

[Status]

Name: Asura Phoenix (Fenix)

Age: 20

Title: Devouring Monarch, Divine Monstrosity, Silver Prince,

Bloodline: Devouring Profane Phoenix

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

Cultivation Level: Third Layer of the Sea Cycle – Sea (Stage 7)

Cultivation Progress: 89%

Monolith Archetype: Tyrant

Monolith Level: 2

Monolith Progress: 92000/200000

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[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: S

Blood: B

Light: D-

Dark: A

Void: C

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[Magic]

Magic Density: 13500 (Average Stage Seven 5000 – 10000)

Magic Capacity: Unknown (Average Stage Six 3000-4000)

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[Skills]

Devil Sword Art – (Stage Five)

Asura Twin Sword Art – (Stage Three)

***

‘It seems that Increasing the monolith level only managed to increase my Affinity… Though my Magic Density increased by 1000 too. So I feel it will eventually do something more special. Maybe I should try interacting with them more… War is coming, after all.’

Asura walked down the busy streets; he found it amazing how a night of destruction transformed Silvara from a quiet city that closed after seven o’clock. Most bars and stores didn’t close till after midnight.

It seemed to produce more jobs for those willing to work these late hours, and for Asura, it would be his first time drinking at a bar, which was part of Romantican culture, something that started appearing not so long ago, after Romantic essentially became Silvara’s Vassal state.

Romantican culture involved many elements, one being the bar culture, which involves patrons sitting at a large circular table with multiple female workers or male workers.

Then, the person in charge of the table would pay for all the drinks. While the staff serve the table, the goal is to drink and build relations with your co-workers, subordinates, servants and even just friends.

‘It’s kind of strange, compared to Silvara’s simple pubs where we just drink ale, there are so many strange drinks, made with fruit or various ingredients. It’s amazing.’

Asura wore a white shirt and a black suit. He used a special pair of glasses that covered his red eyes, making them appear blue while also hiding the fact he was the prince.

Recently, many people started to recognise him when passing, so it became difficult for him to do some shopping or date his lovers without someone following or taking pictures.

“This way, Asura, Verana said to meet her here,” Helliana said, dressed in a short white dress, which showed off her beautiful figure while wearing a black fur coat over her shoulders, the style completely southern and sexy. He walked towards her, noticing the bar’s name before being yanked inside.

[The Patient Maiden] was its name, a new club with quite an excellent reputation, a soft but melody tune played from the speakers above while countless conversations and sounds flooded Asura’s enhanced ears, causing him to cover them and gasp.

“Helliana, why here?”

Helliana smiled, “Verana said the drinks are unique, and she heard there are many beautiful workers here, and since you need to find a few more wives, you should try.”

Asura wouldn’t fall for that.

Verana was the one who hated him looking at other women, especially on a date! He noticed a breeze before a beautiful girl with black hair and eyes placed a pair of small buds in his ears. “Idiot, why come out with no protection?” Lucia’s lovely smile flashed before stepping beside Helliana.

Lucia wore a black dress, which had her hair tied to the side. She wore a fur coat similar to Helliana’s, but hers was white.

They then grabbed Asura’s hands and pulled him through the crowded bar before arriving at a booth. Verana sat with a glass of what looked like a red cocktail. She wore a red dress that showed her smooth pale neck, while her long black hair, with crimson tips and a lovely black fur coat, hung behind her.

“You finally made it, Asura!” Verana greeted while Helliana and Lucia sat on either side of Asura.

“So, what drinks do they have?”

“Everything.” Verana replied before leaning forward, “So tell me, why are we drinking alone tonight.”

“I would like to start with something sweet, maybe?” Asura seemed a little shy, his eyes looking away from Verana’s exposed cleavage. The private room was quite nice, with a warm heater and soft leather sofa, while the wall was transparent one-way glass, showing the busy bar and large circular tables with multiple girls and the occasional men who seemed to try to strike up a conversation.

“Then, I’ll order something,” Helliana said before rising.

“I’ll go with you, and there is something I want to try.” Lucia followed.

“Oh, don’t worry, you don’t need to leave, it’s here, look. If you press the numbers and hold up your identity card, it will charge you, and the drinks will be sent up. Quite smart, right?” Verana pointed to a small touchscreen tablet on the table; Asura looked a little surprised while the girls ordered their drinks before returning to the table.

‘It looks like the interface of Lorem’s healing pod… did she invest some of the gold we made in this bar? I guess I’ll have to ask her…’ His doubts became clear when he noticed the bar’s special drink, which was called the Empress Firebird… and had Lorem’s face and signature on the image.

“It seems Silvara has started to adopt Romantican Culture quite fast,” Lucia muttered while sneaking into Asura’s right arm, hugging him with a bored face.

He felt she might be all excited in the past.

However, after changing how she cultivated upon becoming part void, Lucia seemed a lot quieter, and her personality changed. Asura enjoyed how she became cuter. But he missed the slightly sassy and flirty version of her.

“It’s a little strange. However, the culture itself has become quite popular in the north; I am surprised Romantics would agree to have a vassal state; they must be confident in their strength.” Helliana joked while knowing the truth, her eyes winking at Asura as she sipped her blue lagoon, the beautiful blue drink like the ocean itself.

“Honestly, it’s a nice culture, but we must maintain moderation; I will speak with Vela and see if we can have more knights and Valkyrie performing their rounds during the evening to keep people safe and help them get home without incident…” Asura added while looking at Verana, who seemed excited, pushing the numbers for their order.