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Chapter 403: The Young Man Who Mastered the Power of the Flame Evil God Anururu
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 15:03:00 +0000 UTCCharlot Mecklenburg pushed open the carriage door, hooked onto its frame, and swung himself onto the roof.
Activating his Eagle Eye ability, he swiftly spotted his target within the crowd—a pale-faced young man.
Noticing Charlot’s gaze, the young man panicked and turned to flee into a nearby alley.
Charlot said calmly, “Herolf, get him. Alive.”
Herolf leapt from a nearby carriage, and in no time, he had the pale-faced young man in his grasp.
The young man’s face was filled with terror as he shouted, “How can you have a Saint helping you?”
The diary in Charlot’s arms grew warm, and the Fate Whisper in his hand emitted a faint hum. Surprised, Charlot asked, “Why are you following me?”
The pale-faced young man clenched his teeth, clearly refusing to speak.
Charlot, unfamiliar with memory-searching spells and uninterested in probing his secrets, ordered Herolf, “Kill him!”
As an imperial Count with real power, Charlot had no qualms about eliminating threats to himself. Kill if necessary.
The young man’s face turned ashen. “You dare to kill someone in broad daylight?”
Charlot didn’t even bother to respond. Killing someone in public? Why wouldn’t the Count of Mecklenburg dare? He’d even killed a false king in the royal palace.
Herolf casually tightened his grip, ready to snap the young man’s neck, when the latter screamed in fear, “Don’t kill me! I’m a candidate for an Evil God, just like you!”
Charlot paused, mildly surprised. Waving his hand, he stopped Herolf. “Take him away.”
Summoning an Evil God was a matter best kept unheard. Charlot brought the young man to No. 1 Falcon Street. Though he was no longer the Chief Overseer of the Lukavaro District patrol, using the premises for interrogation wasn’t an issue—especially since the paperwork had yet to reach Dubin Alger.
Returning to his old workplace, Charlot had deliberately kept the veteran patrol guards on staff, giving the station a semblance of activity.
He chose a modest interrogation room, tossed the pale-faced young man inside, and said coldly, “Speak.”
Charlot had no experience interrogating criminals, but he had questioned students about their unfinished homework. Applying educational psychology to interrogations, while unconventional, still worked in principle.
Terrified by Charlot’s decisiveness, the young man broke down and confessed everything. His name was Mortenson Tim, a second-generation immigrant from the New Continent. His father, originally from the Fars Empire, had crossed the ocean to settle in the New Continent. Recently, chaos erupted among the Evil Gods there, forcing his family to spend a fortune on ship tickets to return to the Old Continent.
As the old Leopardman had once remarked, the New Continent was rife with Evil Gods. Many worshipped the Labyrinth God, and Mortenson Tim was one of the lucky few to gain the power of the Flame Evil God Anururu. This granted him the status of an Evil God candidate, destined to participate in the Evil God Arena in six months.
The more Charlot questioned, the more puzzled he became, falling into deep thought.
Mortenson Tim, deeply uneasy, explained that he didn’t know Charlot personally. He had simply sensed another Evil God candidate and impulsively decided to follow him for a short distance.
Among Evil God candidates, mutual slaughter was permitted to seize each other’s powers.
He admitted he had considered killing Charlot to steal his power and delay his own entry into the Evil God Arena.
Charlot couldn’t help but ask, “Can an Evil God candidate possess powers from different Evil Gods?”
Mortenson Tim looked surprised. “Of course! All thirty-six Great Evil Gods’ candidates can enter the arena.”
Charlot’s confusion dissipated. Until now, he hadn’t understood the distinction between challenging Agmirlas in the Aggras Sea and being forcibly thrown into the Evil God Arena.
Mortenson Tim’s revelation illuminated the truth: not all candidates served the Labyrinth God Agmirlas. In fact, all thirty-six Great Evil Gods from the New Continent had their own candidates.
In other words, being forced into the Evil God Arena posed a higher risk and introduced more complex adversaries.
After clarifying several details, Charlot prepared to kill Mortenson Tim. Why had this young man followed him? His intentions were obvious.
Though Charlot hadn’t realized Evil God candidates could seize each other’s powers, he didn’t care to learn the nuances now.
He gestured to Herolf, prompting Mortenson Tim to cry out, “I have important information! Spare me, and I’ll give you an immense advantage in the Evil God Arena!”
Charlot shrugged. “I don’t need an advantage.”
“Besides, if your information is so critical, why don’t you use it yourself?”
Charlot had no desire to enter the Evil God Arena. Although challenging Agmirlas was daunting, he figured it was less perilous than surviving the arena.
Mortenson Tim yelled, “I’m only a first-tier Transcendent! My family is ordinary. But you have power and influence—you can do it!”
“Evil Gods require human souls as fuel. If you kill hundreds of people and gather their souls, you can enhance your Evil God power.”
Charlot was taken aback. “Souls are fuel for Evil Gods?”
Mortenson Tim nodded emphatically. “Exactly!”
Curious, Charlot asked, “Then why don’t you start killing people?”
Mortenson Tim’s face turned pale as he muttered, “I can’t bring myself to do it!”
“I truly wanted to kill you, but after following you for a block, I couldn’t decide. If you hadn’t noticed me, I likely would’ve given up. I’m not a bad person—I’m just entangled by the Evil God’s power and on the brink of madness.”
Charlot hesitated. He actually believed Mortenson Tim’s words. The young man looked inexperienced in killing.
Compared to him, Charlot had taken far too many lives.
Charlot asked, “Do you know how to gather souls to enhance an Evil God’s power?”
After prolonged hesitation, Mortenson Tim nodded. “I do!”
“I’ve learned a related secret technique.”
He recited a simple incantation.
As Charlot listened, his expression turned curious. Many elements of this spell overlapped with the Beast God Transformation technique!
However, unlike the relatively innocuous Beast God Transformation, this spell, known as “Evil Eye,” was a genuine dark art. It could strip a person’s soul, absorb fragments of memory, and even steal certain skills. It bore uncanny similarities to the Mask of the Cat.
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