Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 3238: The First Moments Belphegor We Will Know

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Seven Prince of Hell Territory, Pandemonium City

One of the Bloodrool assassins shouted impatiently out of sheer jealousy for Belphegor’s absurd list of demands. He, a ruler-class hybrid with several millennia of decorated service to the Bloodrool race and royalty, didn’t receive such treatment in the hegemony. Heck, even the 780th princess, Bloodawn, didn’t receive such treatment in the Sunless Realm.

Bloodawn had to struggle and compete against her own siblings to reach the position she held today. But now, a lowly dark race demanded treatment that even the crown prince of the Sunless Realm didn’t dare to dream of. He couldn’t stomach it.

The fact was that his jealousy didn’t stem from the demands themselves, but from the possibility of all of the Muletaur Devil’s demands being met. He had firsthand knowledge of how important the higher-ups attached to securing the rights to the Card World were, so he knew the chances of the Muletaur Devil receiving treatment that no one in the Sunless Realm had ever dreamed of were very high.

If it had been some other prince or princess in Her Highness Bloodawn’s place, they wouldn’t even have bothered to hear the Muletaur Devil’s conditions and would have unconditionally agreed to all of them as long as they got the rights to the Card World, prioritising the successful completion of the mission above anything else.

“You’re forgiven, as I was thinking about the same thing. He has already proven he can replenish the entirety of the blood in his body within a fraction of a second, repeatedly. He will make a great blood slave for my army,” Bloodawn agreed with the hybrid assassin, who couldn’t help but sigh in relief. He had blurted it out, unable to control his feelings, but soon regretted it, fearing Her Highness, the 780th Princess, would play kickball with his head next.

“Haha,” Belphegor laughed at their exchange, showing that he was not intimidated by their threats in the slightest, but had seen through their real intentions. If things could have been resolved simply by turning him into a blood slave, wouldn’t he have been so damn frustrated and gotten triggered by his every demand? Not to mention, they wouldn’t have been having this conversation to begin with.

“Princess, I thought we were done with intimidation and threats. I know that the Demon Merchant Code considers blood slaves as dead, and…” Belphegor dragged out his words, implying the same leverage he had been lording over them since they met.

He had heard rumors that Bloodrool blood slaves were considered dead by the Demon Merchant Code, but had never actually confirmed it. Today, upon hearing the Princess’s threat, he confirmed that the rumors were indeed true.

Even if they weren’t true, he was a daughter gem now. He was confident that the Bloodrools couldn’t make it past the protective shell of the Calamity Seed, let alone refine him into their blood slave. His master had already considered every possible possibility before giving him his mission. If he still failed, then he had no one but himself to blame.

“Watch your tongue, Muletaur,” another hybrid assassin warned, finding that during the conversation, Belphegor’s way of addressing their princess was getting less and less polite, and now he was speaking as if they were equals. Since when had someone from the lowly dark race become the equal of Bloodrool royalty?

“Watch my tongue? I guess the Bloodrools no longer need the rights to the Card World. Well, what are you waiting for? Kill me already!” Belphegor shouted, his tone frantic and maniacal as he spoke the last sentence.

The hybrid assassins were taken aback by Belphegor’s outburst, while Bloodawn looked at him and asked coldly, “Was that a threat?”

“No, how can someone as lowly as a Muletaur threaten the esteemed Bloodrools… It was a freaking dare. If I wasn’t clear earlier, I will repeat myself for Your Highness’s royal ears: I dare you filthy bloodsuckers to kill me,” Belphegor replied with an intimidating presence, scaring the hybrid assassins as he reconstructed his entire body: a mule head with a human torso, two pairs of arms, and the legs of a mule, his entire body covered in jet-black fur, while his horizontally slit pupils stared at the five Bloodrools in a lazy, mocking glare.

Bloodawn’s expression broke into shock as she tried to influence and control Muletaur’s blood, only to discover that his entire body had been modified by various relics. She sensed the explosion-type True Relics that Mommon had presented in all four of Belphegor’s arms. She feared that if she tried to stop or control the blood in his body, the damn Muletaur might explode.

“What abomination have you done to your body?”

“Abomination? Haha, I guess a Bloodrool princess born into power and wealth never had to bother learning or familiarising herself with the lowly methods of us lowly beings. This is how we live. Every breath in my body is taken on the edge of a cliff, wondering if this is the moment I die,” Belphegor scoffed at Bloodawn’s shock. “Come, tell me, is this the moment I die?”

Bloodawn knew that races around the world modified their bodies and used implants to make up for the strength gap, but what she saw in Belphegor was something entirely different. It was as if he had replaced his entire internal system with an arsenal of True Relics. Especially the four explosion-type True Relics in his arms. World Will fragments were used in their creation, but even one of them had more than enough power to turn him into ash.

While Bloodawn was still trying to come to terms with what she sensed in Belphegor’s body, the assassin who had suggested turning Belphegor into a blood slave could no longer tolerate the disrespect and moved to teach him a lesson.

Just as the assassin arrived next to Belphegor, grabbing his furry neck in a tight grip, Belphegor threw a punch at his gut. The assassin saw it coming but took it head-on with disdain, only for him to be burned to ash in a blinding light, followed by a thunderous sound.