I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 434

Chapter 434: The pendant
“How’s Eleanor?” Julian asked, his voice softening as his gaze returned to the woman resting peacefully on the bed.

Regina smiled, her expression finally warm. “She’s fine. There were no complications. She didn’t even seem to be in much pain—it must be the influence of this place.”

Julian nodded. “Yes, it sure is.”

With care, he moved to the bed, gently settling down beside Eleanor. Cradling the newborn for a moment longer, he then carefully placed the baby between them, laying her down so that her mother could feel her warmth even in sleep.

Regina and Gregoria watched the scene with soft, warm smiles. Regina took a step back, her gaze lingering a second longer than needed. Then she placed a hand lightly on Julian’s shoulder.

“Spend some time with her,” she said softly. “She deserves it.”

Julian turned to look up at her. “Okay, Mother,” he replied.

With a final glance from Gregoria and a shared look between the two older women, they stepped out quietly, closing the grand door behind them.

The room fell into silence, save for the soft breath of Eleanor, the baby’s tiny sleeping noises, and Julian’s own slow exhale as he leaned in, brushing a few strands of hair from Eleanor’s cheek.

For the first time in a long while, everything was quiet.

But that wasn’t what was on Julian’s mind.

As the door shut behind Regina and Gregoria, his expression hardened. His gentle smile faded and he looked down at Eleanor and the child once more.

In the next breath, he teleported without any sound and reappeared far from the Castle of Magnificence, on top of a cliff where the sky above was dark and heavy with clouds.

His robes fluttered around him as he stepped forward, alone in the storm.

“Let’s see what this really is,” he muttered, and reached into his robe.

From within, he took out the pendant—the one that had sent his death energy into chaos during the auction.

He held it in his palm now, the simple object glowing faintly in the dim light. To most, it looked like an ornament. To Julian—it was a mystery that should not exist. Not within his world. Not in a dimension created by his own will.

His fingers tightened around it.

He had taken it from Heavenly Moon but made sure to not leave her empty-handed. He had left her something far more valuable than power or wealth—the trace of his mana within her dantian and in an huge amount as well.

It would slowly help her stabilize her core, expand her understanding, and eventually—lead her beyond the Saint realm.

A breakthrough only possible with a spark from a being like him.

“Fair trade,” he muttered to himself, eyes locked on the pendant.

But now, the real question remained.

What was this?

And why did it resonate with the his death energy?

He took a breath and began to push his power into the pendant.

At first, the pendant showed no reaction.

No glow. No pulse. No shift in aura.

It just sat there in his palm—cold, dull, and utterly unremarkable. Julian narrowed his eyes, a hint of irritation forming behind them. He poured more of his mana into it, still, the pendant remained unchanged.

He didn’t feel anything either. No pull on his spirit, no resonance. Nothing that would suggest it was more than an expensive ornament.

Minutes passed.

His brow slowly furrowed in confusion.

Am I doing something wrong? he thought.

If this pendant held anything… it should have responded. His death energy had spiraled out of control the moment it was revealed. That couldn’t have been a coincidence.

No, there had to be something more.

He took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the grass, laying the pendant in front of him.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s try again.”

He closed his eyes and began to channel mana—this time not just raw power, but a blend of all three energy. A touch of creation, lightning, and finally, a controlled thread of death energy.

The pendant didn’t move at first.

But Julian didn’t stop.

He poured more. Pushed deeper.

“No way that was a coincidence,” he whispered.

After nearly two hours of relentless focus, a change finally appeared.

The pendant twitched.

It didn’t explode, didn’t surge with dramatic energy—but instead, it began to fade, dissolving like mist. Julian’s eyes narrowed as the object in his palm vanished, revealing something else entirely.

A small piece of paper.

It was black, nearly dark, and etched into its surface in a red pattern was just one word. A symbol he knew too well.

Death.

Julian’s froze.

He stared at it, the world around him fading into silence.

“Death…” he muttered, his voice barely audible. But the moment the word passed his lips, something changed in the air.

His heart pounded wildly, his instinct screaming at him that something was wrong. He rose to his feet swiftly, taking a step back—maintaining distance from the paper now resting quietly in the grass.

Just as Julian had feared, the paper twitched again.

It trembled in an uneven rhythm and then, with a sharp hiss a black mist erupted from it. It wasn’t smoke.

It was something else—thicker, colder, powerful.

The moment it escaped, the ground beneath it rotted instantly. The grass withered to dust. Stones cracked, crumbled, and faded into nothingness. The air itself turned heavy, even the wind corroding by the presence of that mist.

Julian stumbled back, fear creeping up his spine. “What the fuck…” he muttered, his breathing quickening.

Without wasting any moment, Julian raised both of his hands and the sky above him split open. In an instant, his Creation Energy surged forth, crashing down toward the black mist with a loud roar.

Golden light met rotting darkness.

The two collided midair with a thunderous shockwave. The previous wind was forgotten, the new one rippling across the cliff as the sky trembled above them.

Julian braced himself, creation energy glowing at his fingertips as he fed more of his power into the vortex.

Neither side yielded.

The black rot hissed and twisted violently, clawing at the golden light like a living beast trying to devour the sun. The golden radiance flared brighter, refusing to be consumed—but it couldn’t erase it either.