abnabooks Chapter 412 - 331: Boys Should Also Protect Themselves When They’re Out
Chapter 412 - 331: Boys Should Also Protect Themselves When They’re Out
Chapter 412: Chapter 331: Boys Should Also Protect Themselves When They’re Out
Of course, this bloodline sublimation didn’t come without its downsides.
Only after drinking the "Blood of Immortality" during the third ritual, becoming a true Mythical Creature—a Night Demon—can one fully neutralize both Divinity and Beastliness, thus eliminating all side effects.
Addition must be done before subtraction.
The second bloodline sublimation from the Blood Feast Holy Grail remains a process of addition.
The side effect of his "tentacle fetish" did indeed lessen slightly after achieving a new balance, but it also introduced another new side effect.
The last line of the Sailing Logbook thus revealed itself.
"Side effect: Boys must also take care to protect themselves when venturing outside.
The Blood of Transformation from the Mother of Creation, combined with the extraordinary Life Essence from the Prince of Night Demons, currently makes you a manifestation of absolute ’change.’
You exude a strong allure to certain humans, non-humans, Bizarre, and Evil Spirits.
Just a whiff makes normal people feel lighter and healthier; a mere taste protects them from all illnesses, and a single chew can extend their lifespans.
Swallowing you whole may even induce on-the-spot evolution in Demon Monsters, causing fallen Evil Spirits and Bizarre to regain consciousness like the Chǐ God.
Extra caution is needed around those whose Spirituality is imbalanced, where Beastliness outweighs Divinity. Merely showing your face might lead to them attacking you first.
The attractiveness to the opposite sex is equally significant.
Similar to an inverted Succubus physique, intimate interaction with a partner of the opposite sex will gradually magnify their Life Essence.
This results in a series of miraculous effects: everlasting youth, enhanced physique, and growth in Spirituality...
If the partner lacks self-control, there’s a high risk they will demand too much, driven by the impulse to drain you completely.
In short, you smell incredibly nourishing!
Delicious, tantalizingly so!"
Byron closed the Sailing Logbook with a complex expression.
Whether it’s being grabbed by any kind of entity, the result is the same—I will be exhausted. There’s only a small difference between being eaten and being drained. How is this any different from having an Innate Cowherd Holy Body? I used to only have a liking for tentacles, but now all kinds of demons and devils fancy feeding on me? Is this the cycle of cosmic justice, retribution in its purest form? Perhaps I should hurry up and advance on the military tech tree, have Violet produce something big and powerful to protect me thoroughly. However, this side effect is still much better than the typical Half-Night Devil’s side effect of ’photophobia,’ and my vulnerability is much smaller; as long as I’m careful outside, there should be no problems.
He then casually activated a previously inactive entry, [Immunity to All Diseases] (from Chapter 148):
"By randomly activating one hidden hereditary disease, from now on you are immune to all external diseases and toxins, forever maintaining a healthy state.
You may choose to activate or not activate it at will."
Initially, Byron had not dared to activate it due to the fear of hereditary insanity in his family.
Now, the gene causing Glass Delusion had not only disappeared, but all recessive pathogenic factors common in humans—such as hemophilia, color blindness, high blood pressure, and cleft lip—were also completely eradicated.
Activating it now wouldn’t cause any side effects whatsoever.
In passing, he also completely remedied the drawback of the "Blood of Immunity" ability from his [Father of Immunology] title, which previously only allowed antibody formation within 24 hours.
Be it illness or poison, the moment he was afflicted, he could resolve it instantly.
That’s what it means to be truly invincible, leaving no vulnerabilities or blind spots.
He was far more formidable than the historical Siegfried, the "Bathed in Dragon Blood," who was left with a fatal flaw because of a single linden leaf that fell on his back.
This also considerably increased Byron’s attractiveness.
One bite, and you’re guaranteed to cure sickness if you’re ill, and fortify health if you’re not.
Bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh on bones might be an exaggeration, but the godly name of [Father of Healing], spoken by that native, was now thoroughly deserved.
Combined with the [Entry: Saintly Aura], impersonating a Saint possessed by the Holy Spirit should pose no problem at all.
Even if the most devout Saint were to judge his authenticity, they wouldn’t conclude that he was a bad person.
Everything is in place except for the opportune moment. If certain members of the Clergy can commit an act of blasphemy and get away with it, then I can certainly take even bigger steps. With Teresa, the Archbishop of the colony, in my grasp, it’s about time to start building momentum for being the Creator’s youngest son, the Saint Heir’s younger brother. Once I have that aura, it will be enough for me to claim a share in the foreseeable religious wars of the Old Continent. I just wonder what expressions they’ll wear in the future. When the many layers of my [Father of Healing] disguise are peeled away, and they discover a [Night Demon] hidden underneath, it will certainly be very interesting.
FLAP! FLAP! FLAP...
After briefly adjusting to the powers he currently possessed, Byron took out spare clothes from the Snake Skin Bag. He transformed into a bat, dived into them, and was completely dressed within a second.
He was once again the tall and imposing Navy Commodore.
Just as he was about to step out, he turned back to see that Violet had quietly pulled at the hem of his clothing at some point.
The moment their eyes met, the girl blushed and instinctively let go of his clothes.
Clearly, whether it was from reason, emotion, or primal desire, she found it somewhat difficult to resist the attraction emanating from Byron.
Yet she could not understand why she had suddenly made such a daring move.
At this moment, Byron finally managed to resist the drive of his instincts and took the initiative to grasp her soft hand.
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Tentacle Girls are certainly great. But a silver-haired beauty, light and supple, one you could have dance in the palm of your hand, is actually quite nice too. Although there’s a tiny bit of regret, how can life be perfect in every aspect? Liking Tentacle Girls stems from my instinctual desire, while liking Violet is entirely a choice of my free spirit. Yes, it must be so.
Of course, Byron would never admit that, under the shadow of his "fear of insufficient firepower," he instinctively felt particularly secure when close to Violet, the "Gunpowder Artist."
Their souls were indeed attracted to each other.
However, besides "liking," who could say if there weren’t some impurities mixed in, such as an alternative kind of "appetite"?
The other girl not far from them, Jacqueline, the [Chameleon], perfectly resisted Byron’s allure. After getting dressed, she didn’t give him another glance.
Not a girl, no black stockings. Thumbs down!
"AWOOO—!"
"MEH—"
Byron saw some of the Low-Order beastmen from across the World Rift behind him starting to gather and approach again.
He knew these things could never be completely eradicated.
Even if he cleared the Blood Source Secret Realm this time, the next time he came back, it would be teeming with all sorts of monsters again.
Although Byron possessed the [Dominate Lesser Servants] ability, even if outnumbered, these beastmen would not attack him.
Even as the Prince of Night Demons, he could forcefully command these Low-Order Bizarre of the same system to execute his will.
But the thought of a group of backstabbing "colleagues" waiting for him outside dampened any interest in further experimentation.
With a grand wave of his hand, he ordered his Pirates, "Let’s go. We will have plenty more opportunities to visit the Blood Source Secret Realm in the future. From now on, you can treat this place as your own home."
As he turned his head, he cast a meaningful glance at a dim figure beside the Black Church’s gate, a figure invisible to everyone but him.
Pale-faced, wearing a high-collared, blood-red cape.
This was none other than Caipes, the Impaler, the former Lord of this city.
More precisely, it was the echo he left in history.
With only fragmented memories, ingrained instincts, and some reactive reflexes, he had long lost his self-awareness.
The principle behind it was similar to Guardian Knight Bruch’s [Oathsworn Spirit].
The Heroic Spirit projection of Gawain, the [Sun Knight], also frequently possessed him, allowing him to draw experience and gain transcendent abilities from the other.
Even as a powerful Night Demon Lord who must have reached the level of immortality, Caipes, the Impaler, could not escape death since even Lilith had died.
It was quite normal for a trace of the other’s echo to be preserved in this projected city of the historical Night Demon Kingdom.
Byron couldn’t help but reflect, Looking at his state, it’s clear that even obtaining the ’Blood of Immortality’ merely removes the limits of lifespan; if killed, one still dies. Only true Gods can come back to life after death, revived by the long annals of history. My path to transcendence is still long and arduous.
For years, the Bloodthirsty Cult had evidently been unaware of this Impaler’s existence.
Only when a Night Demon of higher rank than Caipes himself arrived would he take the initiative to appear before others.
After a spiritual exchange, Byron learned he could indirectly control the Blood Source Secret Realm through Caipes and some of the Bizarre. He could even modify the realm’s killing rules to some extent.
Merely by controlling this Secret Realm, his stake in the Bloodthirsty Cult had surged to over 20%.
The strategy of technical investment followed by a forced buyout showed great promise.
When the group reemerged from the cave, several Third-order Great Wizards who had stayed behind on the island were already awaiting them, assembled to greet them.
Leading them was none other than the [Leech Lady], alluring and captivating in her daring red dress, her charm bone-deep.
Not a trace of guilt for her backstabbing actions could be seen on her face; she nodded to Byron with a beaming smile, saying, "Baron, I congratulate you on your successful advancement and becoming one of us."
Byron smiled back on the surface, but in his heart, he knew exactly what she, Edward IV, and the College of Cardinals behind her were impatient for.
Now that the key to the Divine Domain you all seek is in my hands, you still naively hope to get the true scriptures? Not a chance!
He put on a fake smile and took two steps forward, prepared to go with the flow and present the pre-prepared "Genetics" as soon as they inquired about his gains.
But, to his complete surprise, as he approached, the Leech Lady’s nostrils twitched slightly, her eyes becoming somewhat hazy.
She couldn’t help but step forward, passionately grabbing Byron’s hand. She looked intently into his eyes, her breath fragrant as she spoke, "Baron, I hear you may not be married yet. Oh, but it doesn’t really matter whether you are or not. May I ask, are you looking for a lover? If you just say the word, you can stay in my room tonight! I have many ’toys’ there, I would love to... play with you slowly."