Blood Evolution System

When he heard those words coming out of mouths that has suddenly appeared on his very face, Varth's eyes constricted.

When he heard those words coming out of mouths that has suddenly appeared on his very face, Varth's eyes constricted.

The power of creating the Hell Paradise didn't belong to him.

It belonged to the actual owner of his left eye.

The Eye of Abhorrent belonged to an ancient demon from hell once feared as the Harbinger of Devastation.

And now it has woken from its slumber!

But this wasn't the first time Varth faced it.

"Shut up, Abhorrent. I don't want to hear a single word from you." He said with a disgruntled expression on his face.

There wasn't a single sign of respect on his face as he didn't fear the Harbinger of Devastation.

What was so great about him?

For Varth, there was Nothing great about the demon.

After all, it had died under the blade of the greatest hero!

The mouth on his face moved as words uttered in the demonic language sounded out, thundering in the Heaven and Earth of this paradise.

"What's so bad about my deal? Your kind is as worse as they come! I can wipe them off the face of this universe if you just hand over your body to me."

The demon's words didn't sound the least bit enticing.

True, the universe would be a better place if someone gets rid of all the filth.

But the demon wanted to get rid of all the good along with all the evil.

It simply wanted to end all life!

"I said, shut the hell up!" Varth shouted, anger and frustration seeping out of his right and left eyes, respectively.

"And why should I listen to my vessel?"

Harbinger of Devastation laughed out loud, each sounding painful to his soul.

"Because I decide both our fates." He said through gritted teeth, resting his gun against his face, threatening to kill himself.

Varth annihilating his body meant the end of both of them.

Thus, the demon stopped laughing, fearing that the foolish lad will end doing something regretful, otherwise.

Varth wiped the sheen layer of sweat on his forehead, teleporting half a mile away from the crimson arc stretching across the horizon of this paradise.

Just as he was about to teleport once again, Harbinger of Devastation's voice sounded out from the mouths on his face.

"Don't tell me you can't feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The aura of the Blood Child of Cruelty and Mercilessness! It's definitely somewhere in this dimension."

Varth knew about the tales of the cursed child.

Varth knew about the tales of the Blood Child.

It was a boy born with two specialties.

First off, the boy is born with the destiny to create rivers of blood, reaping lives everywhere it goes.

Second, the creatures of hell can devour it to reach the next evolutionary stage.

It's mentioned in the tale that in ancient times, the One-Winged King of the Fallen Seraphim reached an entirely different level from all other demons of the lower hell by consuming the blood child whole.

However, these were only a part of a tale.

He didn't believe what's not a part of history.

"So what?" Varth said without any emotions, teleporting next to the crimson arcs.

"The blood child presence will aggravate the entire lower half of Hell. They will do anything to obtain it once they know about its existence. The creature of hell from the lower eighth layers will gather under the fallen seraphim of the ninth layer and start an all-out war with the races of this dimension to obtain it. The living beings won't stand a chance against the combined might of the lower floor of Hell!"

The first nine layers of Hell were a part of the lower floor.

"We'll see."

Varth didn't fall for the demon's words as he had heard similar words four years ago. Still, the invasion of the creature from hell hasn't increased in the slightest.

Of course, it's because the creature from hell still didn't know about the existence of the blood child.

"Dumb lad. Sooner or later, you'll have to make a choice. Stand by the side of your race and die a bitter death or fight alongside the creatures of hell and rise to glory."

"Don't mistake my action of treating the scum of my race without mercy with my intentions, Harbinger of Devastation. There's no doubt. I am the enemy of the Creatures of Hell. I will end all of them with my own hands and you'll help me whether you like it or not."

It had a lot more to say, but Varth had more pressing matters to attend to.

He leaped upwards, jumping into the crimson arc, and the very next moment, his body vanished from Hell's Paradise.

A few seconds later, he found himself sitting on top of the toilet of his Arc.

"The scent of the real world is pleasant. It's only missing the smell of blood and sulfur." The Harbinger said as its mouth hungrily sucked in the fresh air of Xavier.

Varth picked up the black mask and pulled it closer to his face.

The back of the black mask stretched out, something like cursive tentacles made out of thread wriggling forward, creeping their way towards his face.

"It's time for you to shut up for good," Varth said as he covered every part of his face except for the right eye with the black mask, letting the tentacles seep inside his left eyes.

The black mask was a special item created by forger Leal who is an expert in dealing with demons and creatures of hell.

The Demon Sealing Mask only had one purpose, to seal a demon for eternity.

That's what Varth has been using to fight off the corruption bought by becoming the owner of the Eye of Abhorrent.

A voice sounded, however, before the mask sealed the Demon for good.

"Hee, hee, hee. Until next time!"

Varth shook his head, throwing this matter to the back of his mind, focusing more on the information he obtained from the memories of Su, Sara, and Chen while walking towards the Command Center of the Arc.