Chapter 220: The Strength Of The Group Has Improved!
Under typical circumstances, S-rank equipment stands out due to its unique, permanent attributes—often a fixed boost to power but occasionally scaling with the user's level. Generally, the enhancements are based on percentages, aligning with the continual growth of the wearer's abilities. Each piece of S-rank equipment is singular, rare, and carries the kind of power that validates its challenging acquisition. Calling S-rank equipment "obsolete" would be laughable; such a notion discredits the immense difficulty involved in obtaining it.
The 'Hell's Call Shepherd's Horn' is no exception. It grants a steady 30% boost to mental power, coupled with an additional increase scaled to the user's level—a flawless match for an evolutionary's power curve. Its three auxiliary abilities, though not outrageously powerful, bring invaluable advantages. One skill allows Novak to control others with his mental power, while another boosts the speed and potency of his spells. But the standout feature, undoubtedly, is the "Devil's Raving" ability.
In the endless expanse of the abyss, growth is measured in percentages, with each increment of strength proportional to current levels. This ongoing gain amplifies with each improvement. Wearing the Shepherd's Horn means adding one point of spiritual power every day. That's 365 points annually! Over seventy years, that's more than 20,000 points—a staggering figure!
Novak's brow creased slightly as dissonant, whispering voices began to flood his ears. Even with his formidable willpower, the murmurs were disturbing, causing a faint sense of irritation and unease. Clearly, enduring the 'Devil's Raving' would not be so simple. But power never comes without cost, and Novak steeled himself, attempting to drown out the maddening whispers and calm the urges they stirred.
Such a piece of equipment is not for the faint-hearted. Anyone with less than 300 points in mental power could easily lose their sanity to the relentless, insidious devil murmurs. The power of the devil could indeed fuel his strength, but only if he was resilient enough to withstand its force. Without that resilience, one might succumb entirely, reduced to a mindless monster enslaved by power.
While Novak was wrestling with the whispers, elsewhere in the Capital City, Ian was in his own reverie, staring at a peculiar object in his hands—a chunk of pitch-black flesh resembling a miniature, pulsating heart. It pulsed faintly with a dark light, almost as if it were alive.
This was a priceless artifact, the kind any evolutionary would covet:
[High Bloodline of the Devil Earl (S)]
[Item—Blood Potion]
🔹 Description:
A potion infused with the blood of a high-ranking devil, a being descended from Satan, the legendary King of Hell. Drinking it grants immense mental power and formidable physical strength.
🔹 Requirements for Use:
None
An S-rank devil's blood! Ian knew precisely what he held. Taking this blood potion would unlock unimaginable power—but it would also bind him, forever linking him to the world of devils.
Ian hadn't yet used the Hell Messenger job transfer scroll, hesitating as he debated whether to take it or not.
But as he glanced at his mission details again, memories surfaced—Novak's distant figure in the basement, and the groveling posture of his ancestor, the Duke of Hell whom Ian had always regarded as his ultimate rival in this lifetime.
At that moment, a fire seemed to ignite in Ian's eyes—a flame fueled by his thirst for power and ambition!
In the span of just over a month, Ian, who had experienced countless trials and changes, was no longer the same immature high schooler he had once been.
Taking a deep breath, he consumed the item in a single gulp.
In an instant, darkness enveloped his entire body. Black flames surged, seeping from every pore as if his being were ablaze.
The unending dark hellfire threatened to consume everything around it and anyone reckless enough to approach Ian.
Half an hour later, Ian opened his eyes.
The chubby physique that had once defined him had vanished. Though he wasn't muscular, his body had slimmed considerably. Anyone seeing him now wouldn't recognize the rotund figure from moments before.
A ripple of dark red flickered in his pupils.
Instinctively, Ian reached up and touched his head.
A small, curved demon horn had appeared.
"This power…"
He gazed at his hands in astonishment, feeling his mental energy pulsing with a force twice as strong as before.
Without wasting another second, Ian summoned the Hell Messenger scroll and crushed it in his hand.
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Thousands of miles away, in a remote mountain village in Black Dragon River, a figure crawled from the hidden door of a dungeon. His lower body was severed, and even one of his arms was missing, yet he clutched a job transfer scroll in his remaining hand.
A faint smile crossed El Anouk's blood-drained face.
"Damn it, securing an S-level profession is brutal. How did White Emperor even get the SSS-level profession? But it was worth it…"
El Anouk's pupils contracted, reptilian-like, and in the next instant, the job transfer scroll disintegrated, merging into his body.
[ S-Level Occupation—Lesser Heavenly Official job transfer successful... ]
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Meanwhile, in Yanao City, AuRelius held the Overlord Spear, looking exasperatedly at the job transfer scroll in his hand.
"I'm supposedly a descendant of the mighty overlord Marcos AuRelius, and for my transfer mission, I have to tame a beast as a mount?!"
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Suddenly, as the leaderboard refreshed, more names appeared. Previously, only a select few had completed their job changes, but now more contenders emerged, each profession announcement sparking disbelief.
And at the top of the leaderboard, people began to notice a special prefix beside certain names—001!