Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe - Chapter 774

Chapter 774: Parasitic Magic Chapter 774: Parasitic Magic Adam had come across this sphere of light several years ago.

But there were two reasons that he still had not consumed it.

Firstly, the size of the soul was too big for him to devour.

At the time, he figured that he had to become at least a Rank 3 – Mana Vortex Magus to absorb the soul.

Secondly, and most importantly, he believed that even if he did become a Mana Vortex Magus, he would never abosrb this soul becuase of the dark and repulsive aura that it radiated.

At the time, Adam feared that absorbing the soul of such a wicked and ominous being might have some effect on him.

No matter how minute the changes would be, he didn’t wish to absorb it.

Now, however, he could come up with two reasons why he must absorb this soul.

Firstly, the aura it radiated had some similarities to the aura generated by the blood ritual magic in the Duskfall Masquerade as well as the devil tongue inscribed on the walls of the black-and-white tunnel.

Adam was almost certain that this soul once belonged to a powerful Magus from the Nine Hells of Inferno.

This devil must have participated in the great battle over the Eternal Soul Lotus more than fifty thousand years ago and must have lost his life as a result.

His second reason was related to the conversation he had with Lord White.

As Adam floated in this ethereal space inside the lotus, surrounded by thousands of orbs of light, big and small, his eyes flashed with newfound understanding.

He now knew that a sentient being’s soul consisted of three parts.

The first part held all memories and experiences; it was known as the Vesel.

The second part embodied personality, emotions, and individuality; it was known as the Will.

The third part was the pure essence of spiritual energy, the force that bound the soul to the physical body; It was known as the Spark.

The Vessel, the Will, and the Spark were inseperable from each other and together they made up what is known as the soul.

However, the Eternal Soul Lotus had the miraculous ability to purge the soul of its Will, leaving behind only the Vessel and the Spark.

When Adam gazed at the sea of floating brilliant orbs around him, he knew that all of them were devoid of Will.

And that was the very reason why Adam had managed to retain his personality and individuality despite having consumed so many of these souls!

“Come to think of it,” the youth muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a wry smile.

“I was quite reckless back then, consuming all these souls like they were sweets.” If it weren’t for the miraculous ability of the white lotus, he might have gained several personalities by now and would have turned insane.

“No wonder why thousands of experts from the Greater Universe would wage an epic battle over this artifact.” He now truly understood the value of the Eternal Soul Lotus.

Not only did it allow him to strengthen his own soul by devouring the Spark from other souls, but it also allowed him to absorb everything contained in the Vessel of the souls.

He arrived before the soul of the Magus, whom he speculated to be one of the powerful devils from Hell.

Now that he knew nothing would happen to him psychologically after devouring this soul, he grew more confident in absorbing it.

Moreover, he had to devour it either way.

For he believed that this soul would allow him to learn the devil’s tongue.

Once he truly learned the language, he would then be able to better understand the purpose of the runes in the underground tunnel.

Only then would he be able to find out about Headmistress Godfrey’s involvement or if she was even involved in this great conspiracy in the first place.

Everything began with him consuming the soul of this devil.

Adam’s dark eyes flashed with ruthless resolve and the next moment, he thrust both his hands inside the giant orb of light!

… The fifth layer of Hell, Nivharon was a realm of bottomless ocean.

It was covered in ice sheets that were a couple of miles thick and covered in huge icebergs.

The famous River Gjoll, which separated the living from the dead, cut across the ice and formed an expansive channel.

It was strange for a river to run through an ocean, maintaining its own integrity along the way.

But such was the magic of the River Gjoll as well as the mystical Fifth Layer of Hell, Nivharon.

It was a realm where ice and cold were empowered while fire and heat were diminished.

Besides the bitter cold and the River Gjoll, Nivharon was said to be the home of bloody backstabbing devils.

It was an uncaring hell, a place that ripped away all love and compassion.

The magical civilizations in Nivharon were restricted to the dominant surface known as ice floes.

There were floes large enough to serve as the foundation for expansive cities.

Of course, such areas were ruled by the strongest of devils, masters of magic.

While all the powerful devils of Nivharon lorded over armies of countless creatures and ruled over several cities, there was one devil who everyone, except the ruler of Nivharon, feared.

An unknown devil.

A vagabond.

There was a name whispered in shadows, spoken only in hushed voices because none alive knew his name.

He was not a creature of fire and fury, nor did he stride into battle prepared in spells and steel.

No, he was far more insidious.

He remained in the background, always.

An apparition behind the throne, a shadow behind a war general, a whisper in the mind of mortals.

Empires crumbled, rebellions arose, and alliances shattered.

Yet, through it all, the devil never once showed his face.

His magic was parasitic, both literally and metaphorically.

He conjured invisible leeches, arcane parasites that latched onto souls, weaving into their thoughts, thier desires, their fears.

A merchant who suddenly turned traitor, a prince who betrayed his family, and a hero who murdered his own allies.

None knew they were puppets.

No one knew his form.

Some said he wore a thousand faces.

There were no sightings, no signs, only patterns.

In the aftermath, when the dust had settled and the corpses had turned cold, only one truth remained… He had won.

He always won.

He didn’t need to conquer the world.

For he owned it already.

His name was… The Devil of Secrets.