Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 932 Three Measly Wishes! (3)

<I see. For someone so daring and vile, I commend you for your unpredictability.>

Luserus said after Skullius explained exactly what he wanted with annoying specification.

The Deity was stunned by how the Hybrid Luman before him seemed to be seeing a steady future where all his machinations created a functional system that solved all his problems.

He was arrogant and haughty, but he was intelligent, it seemed.

Luserus would have preferred it if Skullius was dumb and exploitable as a result of his mountain high hubris.

"Well, in truth, in time, I would be able to do this on my own, but time is something I don't have, unfortunately. I will settle for creating the more necessary miracles I need on my own when I gain enough strength for it," Skullius said with a toothy smile.

Luserus said nothing. Serenity also remained silent.

This was unsettling.

She didn't think what Skullius would ask of Luserus was something so...

"Do it, then."

At once, the hypothetical world shook and rumbled, and a sharp, colourless luminance fell on the Hybrid Luman!

How radiance could be devoid of hue was a mystery, but the visual was the least impressive thing to be found here!

Skullius buckled.

His figure became blurred as the onslaught continued, seeming to come from the skies above but without the hints of sacredness one would expect for purging the sickening stench of Undeath!

Skullius felt it, however, as he groaned and grinned, feeling a surging might take something away while granting him something in return that was – in his opinion – phenomenal.

The Hybrid Luman had to admit. If there was ever anyone who gave him the greatest motivation for growth, it had to be Sila.

Ever since he was awakened within Skullius' body by Somanda's presence all that while back, his ploy to steal Skullius' body, his revelation on the Temple of Unlusted Tears' whereabouts, and his intervention in the Premium Age Royale... it had all led to Skullius surviving and thriving.

Now, the Hybrid Luman found another dash of inspiration that spawned from the piece of soul. It was this that gave him the idea of the Blessing he requested.

It was going to change his life forever.

It was going to change how he fought.

But before that, Skullius had to acknowledge the forceful removal of something that had been a pain in his pelvis for a long time.

As the aggressive power of a Deity hammered down on him, striking his flesh and soul, he felt a vivid thrum of activation!

[Divine energy is purifying you...]

[The stain on your soul, the plague, 'Compromised Luck' is being erased...]

There it was.

It was working!

Compromised Luck. That's right. That's what the guidance field called it when he had attempted to get rid of it before.

Skullius laughed.

There was triumph in his voice.

It was not as great as when he purged UNCoddled, or its evolved form, Lord of Lonesome Sorrow, but it was win all the same.

[The plague, 'Compromised Luck' has been purged]

Skullius' grin became especially wide.

Finally!

He was gotten rid of another hurdle that had plagued him for so long!

'Farewell...' he thought with furious glee. It was another flesh you to Somanda.

Now he was free to expect things to go his way as much as they would for a normal person at the very least.

He could afford to be greedy.

Yes, greedy.

That mentality had been prominent within his soul as of late.

But he accepted it.

And because of this greed, Skullius looked forward to what he was about to get.

A Blessing.

It wasn't extravagant, but it sure was shockingly effective.

Its properties reminded Skullius of when he felt the crippling hopelessness back when Sila sacrificed his sight, his skills and his original mana core.

This was different, and far more beneficial.

The torrent of energy raining from the sky relaxed, turning less violent. It allowed Skullius to stand and welcome what was coming with his back straight.

[You are receiving a Blessing...]

'Good... good...' Skullius thought.

His Binds of Fukal only warded of the Blessings and Curses from the Deities of Aigas. Thus, he could welcome this freely, as it was a gift from a terrestrial god.

There it was...

Slowly, but surely, the Hybrid Luman felt all the skills branded to his body... vanish.

[Greatest Mana Crafter]

[Immoral Authority]

[Celestial Hack]

[Greatest Celestial Counterfeit]

[Graceless Hunter]

[Null Extraction]

...

...

All of them disappeared from Skullius' body!

Of course, all these skills weren't being destroyed.

No.

They were being... moved elsewhere.

Skullius' body rapidly turned into a vacant lot spotting only a vibrant blue mana core, and a powerful soul with two beautiful gems swimming within it.

[You have received the Blessing, 'Graceful Monolith of the Eminent']

"Perfect," Skullius chuckled.

The blast of energy surging from the sky finally stopped pouring, leaving the Hybrid Luman feeling light.

Well, he felt extremely light, actually.

All the skills that had been etched within him seemed to have been quite the burden on his flesh.

However, he could feel them safe and 'well-tended' just as he intended with this new Blessing [Graceful Monolith of the Eminent].

The Hybrid Luman opened his status and checked if the guidance field concurred with everything that just happened.

It was so.

~~~

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[ Core : Blue ]

[ Blessing : Graceful Monolith of the Eminent ]

[ Class : Insurgent Magnus ]

...

...

[ LUCK : 1 ]

...

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Only Skullius knew how much that '1' replacing 'Atrocious?' meant to him.

Normalcy.

"Good," he said.

He had a feeling his normal luck and Blessing would create interesting instances in the war that was coming to Opungale.

It was certain, actually.

<What is your last wish? It better not be an absurd ask.>

Luserus sounded impatient.

Skullius couldn't blame him.

If there was anything that surprised him the most, it was how much Luserus simply skipped asking questions that he thought he would ask.

He didn't ask how Skullius ended up becoming the twisted sort of Luminant he was. Though frankly, Skullius imagined the Deity just didn't want to know. He was right about that. How Dezrael died... wasn't pretty.

Luserus also didn't ask why Skullius had Undeath clinging to his soul, but again, Skullius imagined that the Deity felt like he would only get needlessly enraged. He was right. If he knew how deep Skullius' ties were to Undeath rather than to Null Life...

The trade-off to willingly remaining in the dark for Luserus, seemed to be an uncontrollable degree of impatience.

For helping this vile Luman, whose background absolutely violated the sanctity of the Luminant blood in his veins, it would be a while before he saw some payoff.

Skullius smiled at the Deity.

"This last wish is quite different. You might be right. It's harder than the other two," he said before expelling something from his spatial storage.

It was ancient piece of paper, a page that exuded a dreadful presence.

Within it, was the sealed soul of a Corrupted Deity.