Rivers of the Night

Chapter 827: Undefeatable

Daisy’s pupils constricted. She seemed to still be waiting for the sound, a grunt, a noise, a tremble, something.

But nothing of the sort happened. It was like she was piercing through someone other than Theron himself. He was so far removed from the situation that he didn’t even blink.

And then she pulled back. If she continued, she wouldn’t just be pulling a sample, she would be killing Theron. If something like that happened, there would be no explaining it.

But she had hardly pulled it out when Theron was already casually pulling his robes back on.

“… You have the skin of a woman,” Daisy muttered beneath her breath.

“Why thank you,” Theron said with a grin.

Daisy had no idea that there was a point there wasn’t a single inch of Theron’s body that hadn’t suffered some sort of scar. All she could see was a talented young master of a Clan that she had probably just not heard of yet. Either that, or Theron was lying about his origins.

Regardless, they were about to learn right now.

Theron’s blood was poured into the etchings, but Daisy was already frowning as she did so.

Whether it was Kenton or Bamby, both of them had had blood that was radiant and golden, a telltale sign of an extremely powerful bloodline.

But, Theron’s… it was so…

Plain.

It looked as though she had pulled it out of the body of a mortal. There was absolutely nothing about it that screamed it came from a powerhouse.

But Theron still couldn’t have been more than 17 or 18 years old and he was already a Middle King. That sort of talent was practically unheard of. Even Lower and Middle Elder Titans would barely be able to reach the King Realm before 100 years old. Barely.

A Higher or Peak Elder Titan might inch toward 90 or 80 years old, but that was still a far cry from 17 or 18.

Honestly, Daisy just assumed that Theron had probably consumed something like the Centennial Lotus that Patriarch Nightingale had. It was just that even if it was the case, Theron couldn’t have possibly been more than 50 years old or so—his vitality was too vibrant.

And such speed…

That was something only Voidwroughts could possibly match up to. Even she had to admit to herself that a large part of why she had allowed Theron to take Lyra’s place was also because her curiosity was eating at her.

She wanted to know.

And yet the etching hardly seemed to react.

It sputtered and Theron’s blood raced around at maybe a tenth the speed that the two previous participants had. It was almost impotent in the way it acted…

Until it suddenly wasn’t.

At first, it was extremely slow. When it hit the stone, it started to branch out like the others had before it, but it began to destroy itself even faster.

And then it split down two streams, one a blazing heat and the other a shuddering cold.

BOOM.

The stone cracked and shattered.

Theron’s head whipped out lightning fast, catching one piece of the stone before it could hit his face, and another before it could soar past him to attack Ayame and Lyra.

He weighed the stones in his hands.

‘I see.’

“What an interesting material. Shame what happened to it,” Theron said with a smile.

BANG.

Daisy’s palms slammed on her desk. “YOU DID THIS!”

Theron blinked innocently. “How?”

He didn’t even deny it, he just asked her a simple question and it practically made Daisy short circuit. She didn’t have an answer for it.

That Bloodline Sample Stone could have easily taken the blood of Transcendents without issue. Even if a Demon Emperor had come here personally, absolutely nothing of the sort would have happened.

Unfortunately, Daisy didn’t know Blood Mancers existed. She also didn’t know just how much control Theron had over his own blood either.

If Theron wanted to, he could wield his own blood as easily as he could Water Mana, he just very rarely did.

Though, he had experimented with a few things like this during his hiatus from the political cultivation world.

Whether someone would ever manage to push him far enough to force him to use such methods was a different matter entirely, though.

“I would hope that the Timeless Fairy doesn’t accuse me of things unnecessarily again.”

BANG.

Daisy slammed down the Soul Mirror.

“Did you or did you not destroy the Bloodline Sampling Stone on purpose?!”

Theron blinked. “Me? How could I do something like that? I would never.”

Daisy was floored. “You…”

“Also, shouldn’t you be asking me why I want to join the Resistance Army?”

Daisy grit her teeth. “Why do you want to join the Resistance Army?”

“Simple, really. I want the Demon Corps wiped off the face of the map.”

Theron smiled brightly and the mirror pulsed with a radiance.

Daisy’s heart skipped a beat and she looked right at the mirror.

The most well-known function of the Soul Mirror was to distinguish the truth from lies. The second most well-known was its function in suppressing souls directly. But there was a third function that was almost never spoken about ever. And that was because it was a secret that only the Timeless Fairies and General Ameridia herself knew about.

It was a function that could only be triggered by a very specific sort of person, one with a will so pure and unshakable the Soul Mirror had no choice but to acknowledge it.

There was one common thread that connected all of these people, a single thought that ruled them all.

Each and every one of them believed themselves infallible, unbendable…

Undefeatable.

It was a will they had forged over countless battles, something that was left after countless bouts of previous self-doubt were overcome one after another.

Theron wasn’t just saying this was his desire, he believed it so much that he was guaranteeing it would happen.