Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Demon Soul, Establishing a Sect
“How are you feeling? Has your body recovered?” John asked Anna with concern.

Anna blushed deeply, lowering her head, too shy to look at John.

Whoosh!

Just then, a figure flickered, and an old man appeared—it was Black Turtle.

“Kid, what’s going on? I sensed the presence of a god just now!” Black Turtle stared at John, his tone tense.

John was puzzled. Death Land was a separate space, completely isolated from the outside world. How did this old man sense it?

“Yes, a god’s phantom appeared briefly,” he replied, not elaborating further. He remembered the jade box given to him by the middle-aged man and opened it curiously.

Buzz!

A wave of soul energy surged, and a wisp of purple soul floated out, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

[Demon Soul: Treasure (Incomplete); Enhance cultivation to the tenth rank, merge with Demon Soul, Demon Eye, Demon Wings, Demon Armor to ascend to Demon God; Can be fused currently]

The attribute description matched the middle-aged man’s explanation, but this Demon Soul was incomplete.

“This is… a Demon Soul?!” Black Turtle exclaimed in disbelief, staring at the soul in John’s hand. “Where did you get this?”

“You know about the Demon Soul?” John was surprised.

This old man indeed had secrets.

Black Turtle nodded. “More or less. Not just a Demon God, but also an Immortal Emperor or a Demon Saint can stand against the gods, provided you find the treasures of the Demon Clan, Immortal Clan, and Demon Clan.”

John was astonished. “Are gods not the strongest?”

“Humph!” Black Turtle snorted disdainfully. “No, they are the most despicable. The Demon Clan, Immortal Clan, and Demon Clan are no weaker than the gods. Unfortunately, they were all outwitted by the gods. The Demon Gods, Immortal Emperors, and Demon Saints all perished, and there’s no longer any possibility of ascending, which is how the gods took control.”

As John listened to Black Turtle’s explanation, his brows furrowed. The world seemed far more complex than he had imagined.

Black Turtle continued, eyeing the Demon Soul in John’s hand. “Kid, this Demon Soul is indeed a treasure, but if you merge with it now, the gods will sense it and destroy you at all costs. I advise you to wait until you reach the tenth rank before merging.”

John nodded, putting the Demon Soul away. He had sensed it too—the god’s phantom had appeared because of this wisp of Demon Soul.

Moreover, to ascend to a Demon God, he still needed the Demon Eye, Demon Wings, and Demon Armor—three great treasures that wouldn’t be easy to obtain.

“Senior Black Turtle,” John said as he thought of something, looking at the old man. “I want to establish a city, but I’m worried that the Dark Humans will cause trouble. Can I ask for your help?”

John planned to establish a city in the Demon Clan’s Dark Land. With Black Turtle’s assistance, success would be assured.

Black Turtle looked at John, pondered for a moment, but then shook his head. “Kid, I have a mission to fulfill. I cannot leave Death Land.”

Before John could respond, Black Turtle’s figure flickered and disappeared into the depths of Death Land to continue his slumber.

“Benefactor, I can help persuade Senior Black Turtle,” Anna said from beside him.

John was surprised. He looked at Anna and asked, “Do you know this old man?”

Anna shook her head. “No, I don’t know him personally, but I’ve heard of some of his deeds. Don’t worry, Benefactor. I can definitely convince him.”

“So confident?” John was skeptical.

Anna gave a mysterious smile and said, “It’s not my confidence, but my faith in you, Benefactor. Just wait for my good news.”

With that, she shyly kissed John’s cheek and, before he could react, she quickly ran off and disappeared into the depths of Death Land.

John was puzzled but didn’t dwell on it.

Not knowing if the god had left yet, he decided to stay in Death Land a bit longer.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and a massive shadow flickered in the sky.

It was the black dragon Avis.

The creature had finally awoken.

“Master!” Avis dove down, stirring up a whirlwind, and happily landed in front of John, nuzzling him with his enormous head.

Avis had grown a bit larger, his scales now denser and smoother, gleaming with a metallic black sheen.

John could clearly sense the significant boost in Avis’s strength.

“Alright,” John patted Avis’s massive head and asked, “Did you advance in rank?”

Avis nodded repeatedly, proudly saying, “Level 100, early stage of the fourth tier. If I can advance one more time, I’ll regain my peak strength.”

Level 100 was the fourth tier; the next advancement would require reaching level 200, which was still far off.

John wasn’t overly concerned with Avis’s strength. To him, Avis was just a means of transportation.

Beep!

Just then, John’s private chat pinged—it was Sini.

Gale: “John, you haven’t logged off for several days. Take a break.”

Godslayer: “Alright.”

John agreed, patted Avis, and logged off on the spot.

…

In the real world, the sun was just rising.

The air in the forest was fresh, and John took a deep breath, stretching comfortably as his bones cracked audibly. He could clearly feel that his strength had increased again.

The aroma of breakfast filled the air, indicating that Sini had already prepared the morning meal.

John’s appetite was instantly whetted as he walked out of the bedroom, only to find Armstrong at the dining table, devouring his food.

Armstrong took a big gulp of porridge and protested, “Brother-in-law, this is my house.”

“Old man,” Tracy greeted John with a yawn as she emerged from another bedroom. She glanced at Armstrong with annoyance and remarked, “Here to mooch off breakfast again.”

She also didn’t welcome Armstrong. He ate too much, and whenever he noticed Sini logging off, he would rush over.

“Hey, sister, this is my house!” Armstrong emphasized once more, realizing his status here was far inferior to John’s.

Tracy ignored him and went to the kitchen to help.

…

After breakfast, Armstrong leaned back in his chair with a satisfied expression, picking his teeth.

“By the way, brother-in-law,” he said, suddenly sitting up and looking at John. “My grandfather asked if you could visit him when you have time.”

“The old patriarch?” John asked, puzzled. “When?”

“Last night,” Armstrong replied.

“What?” John was exasperated. This guy was so unreliable; he only delivered last night’s message today.

Armstrong scratched his head sheepishly, “I had a lot on my mind and forgot. Plus, you were in the world of Gods the whole time.”

John understood that the old patriarch wouldn’t seek him out without a reason. There had to be something important. “Is the old patriarch available now? Take me to him.”

Armstrong nodded, “That old man practices martial arts every morning. I’ll take you there.”

It seemed both siblings referred to Chris very casually.

…

John followed Armstrong to Chris’s courtyard.

The small courtyard was quite charming.

Chris seemed to have just finished his training. Wearing a loose-fitting workout outfit, he was trimming the plants in front of his study.

“Grandpa, John is here,” Armstrong called out loudly as he pushed open the wooden door.

Chris glanced at Armstrong with a glare, having already noticed their arrival. He turned to John with a smile, “Are you getting used to living here, my young friend?”

“Yes, the environment here is great, and everyone is very friendly. I have to thank you for taking me in, old master,” John replied sincerely.

Staying with the Blues Family had saved him a lot of trouble.

At least the assassins from the Griffin Family and the Mike White Family didn’t dare to openly target him.

“Glad to hear that,” Chris nodded, then looked at Armstrong, who was standing there in a daze. His smile disappeared, “What are you still doing here? Go and do your work.”

“Oh, okay.” Armstrong, slow to react, glanced at John, feeling that this guy now had a higher status than him.

He left the courtyard, closing the wooden door behind him.

Chris continued to meticulously trim the plants in front of him, speaking as he worked, “I hear you’re planning to help that Glenn Family boy establish a city?”

“Yes, that’s the plan,” John replied, guessing that Tracy had informed the old master about this.

Chris continued, “As it happens, Wenhao and the others have already left the novice village. They can help you and learn from the experience.”

“Learn?” John looked at Chris, puzzled.

Chris put down the scissors, satisfied with the neatly trimmed plants. “I also intend to establish a city.”

John was surprised but saw this as a good thing. He had been looking to support the Blues Family, and the first three organizations to establish cities would receive additional rewards.

He wanted all three to be his allies, and the Blues Family was a good choice.

John said, “I actually have two extra City Building Orders.”

“No need, I have a City Building Order. Just help us fend off the monster tide when the time comes,” Chris replied, indicating he had done his homework on establishing a city.

John was taken aback, “Old master, you have a City Building Order?”

He remembered that Chris had spent more than half a month in the novice village and wasn’t sure if he had left yet. Where did he get a City Building Order?

“Is it rare?” Chris looked at John, explaining, “When I entered the novice village, I received a hidden profession task to become a Martial Saint, and then I needed to establish a sect.”

“Establish a sect?” John was stunned. What kind of hidden task had Chris received in the novice village?

In the world of Gods, there were only six main professions.

Warrior, Knight, Assassin, Archer, Mage, and Priest.

Hidden professions were extensions of these six systems.

For example, John’s Wrath of the Gods Mage was still a Mage, and his Demon Assassin was still an Assassin.

But Chris’s talk of establishing a sect seemed to be an entirely different system from the six main professions.