Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 823 - 369: "Loving Father" (2)

The mass production of Blood Dew presents absolutely no difficulties.

"Technical difficulties?"

Uphemia repeated the words, her lips slowly curving into a smile that held no warmth.

That smile was as exquisite as a blooming rose: "It appears you believe... Father has been overly lenient with you."

Upon hearing the term "Father," Asmond’s countenance instantly adopted a serious mien.

"Wait, Uphemia, I believe there might be some misunderstanding between us..."

The Blood Tear Duke attempted to diffuse the tension, but his words were ruthlessly cut short by Uphemia.

"There is no misunderstanding."

The White-haired Witch withdrew the familiar blood-red dagger from her cloak, without a moment's hesitation, piercing her own palm directly before everyone's eyes.

Blood immediately surged forth, but rather than descending to the ground, it coalesced in the air, forming a peculiar symbol.

Witnessing this recognizable summoning ritual, Asmond’s composed demeanor completely shattered.

"Wait! Uphemia! We can resolve this through discussion! There is absolutely no need to trouble Lord Aiden! Truly, no need!"

The panic was palpable in the Blood Tear Duke’s voice for what seemed to be the first time.

He even abandoned all pretense of dignity, transforming into a blood shadow in a desperate attempt to disrupt the summoning ritual.

However, it was already too late.

The blood-red symbol reached its complete form and began to spin with an astonishing velocity.

Each revolution seemed to rip open a fissure in reality itself, unleashing a torrent of maddening whispers.

The ambient temperature abruptly plummeted, and a malice that defied comprehension started to permeate the very space.

Even the Blood Tear Flowers, which typically flourished in an atmosphere of agony, began to wither as if sensing a terror of a far higher order.

From the spinning symbol, a colossal tentacle, fashioned entirely from pure blood, slowly emerged.

The tentacle was adorned with pulsating veins, culminating in a massive, slit-pupiled eye at its extremity, an organ capable of shattering sanity.

The moment the gaze of this slit eye fixed upon Asmond, it paralyzed him as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning.

He could feel the very blood within him surging uncontrollably under that stare; the power that had once readily obeyed his command now remained entirely unresponsive.

"Pathetic... mongrel..."

A deep, resonant voice emanated from the tentacle.

The voice carried an amalgamation of countless distinct tones, reminiscent of a choir singing in unison from innumerable throats simultaneously:

"It seems you have forgotten... who it was that unearthed you from the decayed earth..."

The consciousness projection of the King of Blood, Aiden, descended upon this domain through a connection established via blood.

Although merely a projection, the overwhelming aura it emanated was sufficient to cause the entirety of the Crimson Palace to tremble.

The network of veins adorning the walls began to throb with alarming intensity, as though the entire edifice was seized by terror, its nonexistent heartbeat racing.

Asmond desired to offer a defense, but discovered he had lost even the rudimentary ability to form words.

The potent energy radiating from the spiral slit eye ensnared each of his cells with the force of invisible chains.

"I remember it with utmost clarity..."

Aiden’s voice continued its pronouncement, echoing through the hall:

"At that time, you were merely a dying infant of the Blood Race, forsaken by your kin, left to decay in the mire...

It was I who bestowed upon you pure blood, I who imparted the Secret Technique for collecting blood tears, I who aided you in establishing this grand territory..."

The blood-red tentacle began to move languidly through the air, each subtle shift causing the surrounding reality to distort.

Asmond found his own past being vividly replayed in the air before him.

Those humiliating memories, the moments of hard-won redemption, and the glory achieved through the sacrifice of countless lives.

"And now, you dare to defy my will?"

The crimson glow within the spiral eye intensified, burning brighter:

"My loyal servant, do you truly believe you have completely unfurled your wings?"

"I... I have not..."

Asmond managed to force out a weak sound: "Lord Aiden, I never harbored any intention of defying your will... This is merely a misunderstanding... just..."

"Misunderstanding?"

The King of Blood emitted a chilling, guttural laugh: "Then let us rectify this beautiful 'misunderstanding'..."

The spiral within the slit eye commenced spinning at an accelerated pace, releasing waves of maddening light.

In an instant, Asmond was engulfed by a pain that surpassed all conceivable imagination.

This was not mere physical torment but a far more profound agony that tore at his very soul.

He could feel the blood coursing through him beginning to riot, the power that ought to respond to his will now completely beyond his control, aggressively attacking his Essence of Life without discrimination.

Even more terrifyingly, he could distinctly 'perceive' his blood being systematically reclaimed, much like a master repossessing items loaned to a servant.

"Ahhh—! No! I beg for mercy!"

The Blood Tear Duke emitted a heart-wrenching scream, writhing on the ground in excruciating agony.

Blood-red fissures began to fracture across his skin, from which copious amounts of blood erupted.

Yet, this blood did not fall to the ground but instead converged in the air, contorting into grotesque shapes.

Some resembled weeping visages, while others took the form of sinister Demons.

They danced wildly in the air, as if reveling in their master's torment.

"Now... tell me..."

Aiden's voice, steeped in malevolent glee, resembled a demon's low hiss. "Do you still believe this was merely a simple misunderstanding, my esteemed servant?"

"No! It was no misunderstanding!"

Asmond cried out in utter desperation.

"I have been wrong! I was foolishly mistaken! My own arrogance and ignorance led me to offend you! Please, I beg your forgiveness for my lack of understanding! I shall prepare the Blood Dew at once! Immediately! I swear it!"

"Hm..."

The crimson light within the spiraling slit of his eye seemed to recede slightly.

"However, a mere apology will not suffice... You must demonstrate your fealty through deeds... Absolve yourself of your transgressions with the shedding of blood..."