Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 798 - 360: Bloodline Curse Seal (Part 2)

"Furthermore, he's started holding back the pure Blood Dew supplies meant for the Blood Moon Clan, and this conduct absolutely requires correction."

Excitement sparkled in Uphemia’s eyes.

With the Blood Tear Duke now serving as an Apostle of the Abyss, successfully "disciplining" him would surely boost her standing in the New Star Plan tremendously, potentially launching her straight to the top spot.

"I get it, Father. Asmond, that mangy mutt, definitely needs a solid lashing to recognize the real master."

"Lastly, and above all," the King of Blood’s voice shifted into a profoundly mysterious timbre:

"Seek out a method to get close to the young Wizard called Ron Ralph; he possesses a certain trait that we desperately require..."

The spiral within the blood-eye contorted and shifted, like some dreadful force was gathering:

"Should we manage to make him our ally—or better yet... a servant—the odds of our whole scheme succeeding will rise dramatically."

At these words, a faint discomfort stirred in Uphemia.

Her father hadn’t spelled it out, yet the meaning hung crystal clear.

"Father, what approach do you want me to take with him?" she inquired warily.

The spiral in the blood-eye started spinning leisurely once more, seemingly pondering its response:

"You’re a stunning beauty, and he’s just a youth. In pivotal situations, women hold certain... unique edges."

This statement’s intent shone through blatantly, igniting an unnamed defiance deep in Uphemia’s core.

True, she was the King of Blood’s handiwork, but she harbored her own awareness and pride.

The demand to "seduce" some stranger this way filled her with quiet shame.

Still, on the surface, she upheld an image of devotion:

"I... comprehend, Father. But what if he turns me down?"

"Resort to bolder tactics then."

Danger laced the King of Blood’s tone, while the blood-eye started radiating an ominous crimson light.

"The curse mark lets you seize total command over his flesh and spirit, far surpassing any pact’s power."

The blood-eye’s spiral picked up speed in its whirl:

"Naturally, you can invoke this power just once, and it demands a full... ritual. Pick your timing wisely."

These revelations only deepened Uphemia’s inner agitation.

"I understand, Father," she responded at last, masking her reluctance: "I’ll devise a path to fulfill the task."

"Excellent. Keep in mind, this assignment holds the key to our grand scheme’s triumph."

As the Teleportation Gate began sealing shut, the King of Blood’s voice grew faint and distorted:

"Don’t let me down, Uphemia. You’re my greatest work, my sole... heir."

At that, the crimson tentacles withdrew back through the Teleportation Gate, and the blood-eye’s glow faded away.

Lingering in the atmosphere was just a heavy blood stench and a haunting resonance.

Perched on the cliff’s brink, Uphemia stared out at the far-off Abyss, her emotions churning wildly.

She fully grasped her purpose and her father’s hopes for her.

Yet, the sensation of serving as mere instrument kindled a vague urge to rebel within her.

"Whatever, I’ll handle it step by step," she murmured, then faced the blood demons trailing her:

"Plus, Father left no strict deadlines; I’ll start by finding entry into the Observation Post."

Possessing her own distinct will, she naturally planned to carry out the orders on her terms.

As for those distasteful "special tactics," she’d dodge them whenever feasible.

Plenty of alternative routes existed to reach her aims, after all.

......

At the same time, far off in the Chaotic Blood World’s depths, a nameless horror was gathering.

In a remote edge of that realm rose a fortress built from bone and meat.

Every pillar formed from massive vertebrae, draped with strips of rotting flesh.

Walls assembled from myriad human visages, contorting in torment one instant, cackling madly with savage jaws the next, embodying humanity’s wildest passions.

Worst of all, those faces remained vital.

They winked, inhaled, and shaped voiceless pleas, though none dared heed them.

At the palace’s heart, the King of Blood "occupied" his throne in solitude.

After ages of unchecked might, Aiden’s authentic shape had warped into something grotesque and nightmarish.

His frame showed a frightful hybrid state, straddling man and Abyssal horrors.

Much of his hide had sloughed away, exposing squirming vessels and sinew below.

His left limb consisted wholly of dark vein clusters, studded with innumerable small orbs, each swiveling on its own.

The most chilling feature was his visage.

His once-normal facial features were now grotesquely warped and distorted, his mouth pulled wide open to his ears, exposing three jagged rows of razor-sharp teeth.

A massive vertical eye dominated his forehead, featuring a swirling spiral pupil that radiated a crimson glow capable of plunging anyone into insanity.

This marked the authentic form of the "King of Blood," a tragic entity half-devoured and shattered by its own overwhelming power, yet somehow preserving remnants of self-awareness.

A tiny spider skittered across the table right in front of him.

Human eyeballs adorned each of its eight legs, as its abdomen kept shifting through an array of strange geometric forms.

This served as an embodiment of the "Void Spider" Maggs.