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Chapter 657: Nolan’s Offer
"How dare you, Nolan Lorian!"
Whoosh!
Obsidia appeared directly in front of him. She raised her left fist, aiming straight for his head.
The punch glowed with a faint black light, and if it landed, Nolan would surely die instantly—at least, that’s what Obsidia believed.
Boom!
A huge explosion rocked the room, making the walls crumble.
Smoke poured up toward the ceiling, hiding everything around them.
A few seconds later, as the smoke cleared, Nolan was still standing, casually stopping Obsidia’s punch.
Obsidia’s eyes widened in shock. Just as she prepared another strike, Nolan flicked his finger.
In an instant, the space around her froze. She couldn’t move her hands—or any part of her body.
"W-What!? How is this even possible!?" she cried, panic flooding her.
No matter how hard she struggled, she remained paralyzed.
"Stay there and watch as I kill your master," Nolan said coldly.
Ignoring Obsidia, suspended stiffly in midair, Nolan kicked the dagger still lodged in Aldrian’s chest, driving it even deeper.
"Argh!"
Aldrian coughed up blood. His trembling hands clawed at Nolan’s shoes, trying to push him away, but it was useless.
"Aldrian Lyren, thank you for your foolish display over the past few days. Now, die..."
Shortly after Nolan’s words, the light in Aldrian’s eyes dimmed. His body went limp, finally collapsing completely.
The first prince—heir to the Ancient Kingdom of Eron—was dead.
Nolan withdrew his foot and let out a long sigh.
’The final plan is complete. Now all that’s left is to wait for Karakh to make his move,’ he muttered. ’But first... I need to deal with that woman.’
He turned toward Obsidia and stepped closer.
With a snap of his fingers, the restraints that had held her immobilized vanished.
Obsidia collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
Nolan crouched in front of her and lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger.
"Now it’s just the two of us. Aldrian is dead, and you’ve lost your master. How about becoming my personal weapon?" Nolan offered.
Among the seven Singularities, Nolan was the only one without a personal weapon.
The Singularity of Light wielded the Orundar Lightning Sword, and the Singularity of Flame had the Scorching Judgment Hammer.
As for Nolan?
He had none. It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered it—there simply wasn’t a weapon suited to him.
His power was spatial manipulation, so the ideal weapon would be one he could throw and have return effortlessly to his hand.
A disc was the ideal choice.
"To be your personal weapon?" Obsidia sneered and spat. "Are you dreaming? You’ve already killed my master, yet you still hope to claim my power? Nolan Lorian, you truly have no shame!"
Nolan didn’t flinch at her words. Instead, he smiled calmly. "Don’t be so stubborn. Think carefully—what was your goal in making Aldrian your master? To make him a powerful king? Or to restore yourself to the pinnacle of your power?"
Those words startled Obsidia. That was her deepest secret. Many believed that anyone who gained her recognition would become the true sovereign of the southern continent.
In truth, the assumption wasn’t entirely wrong. She would aid anyone who earned her recognition—even to the point of conquering the southern continent.
However, Obsidia was a living artifact. She needed mana from her host’s body to sustain herself.
The Lyren family, fortunately, possessed a unique constitution. Their first king had an extraordinarily vast reserve of mana, allowing Obsidia to survive and grow stronger over the years.
Everything changed when the Demon Emperor arrived, destroying the Ancient Kingdom of Eron and killing Obsidia’s former master.
Afterward, Obsidia was sealed in a hidden chamber, since the kings who followed were unworthy of her recognition.
It wasn’t until Aldrian appeared that Obsidia finally awakened from her long slumber and returned to the world.
That was why she had been so protective of Aldrian. If he died, Obsidia would be forced back into a long sleep—and she refused to allow that.
Seeing her silent, Nolan realized the woman was considering his proposal.
In this world, everything revolved around advantage and interest. Even love, at its core, was purely mutual benefit.
So he wasn’t worried that Obsidia would reject him.
"Don’t worry. My body is strong, and I possess an extraordinary amount of mana. If you doubt me, I’ll prove it."
With that, Nolan reached up and removed the necklace hanging around his neck.
Nothing happened—except for a chill that spread in all directions.
But in Obsidia’s eyes, a terrifying sight unfolded. A pitch-black aura, tinged with purple, erupted from Nolan’s body.
The aura surged into the sky, stretching endlessly.
Obsidia’s heart raced. That aura was the raw manifestation of Nolan’s mana.
"What an enormous amount of mana!" she cried in fear. "You... who are you really?!"
Since her birth, she had never seen anyone possess such power. Even the founder of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron could not compare to Nolan.
Nolan fastened his necklace once more and tucked it beneath the collar of his robe.
"Me? You’ll find out once you agree to my request. So, what do you say?"
He waited calmly. After what he had just shown, he was certain Obsidia would accept.
He could see deep into her heart. The artifact only wanted to live and reclaim her former glory.
And only Nolan could help her achieve that.
Obsidia fell silent. Truthfully, she wanted to say yes. Nolan was a hundred times better than Aldrian.
As for Aldrian’s death, it mattered little to her. She had chosen him solely because he possessed the greatest mana of any Lyren family member, past or present. If he died, so be it.
But one obstacle remained: she could not serve anyone outside the Lyren bloodline.
"Why are you silent? Don’t you want to be my weapon?"
Nolan’s calm voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
Obsidia took a deep breath. The hostility she had shown earlier faded, replaced by confusion and a hint of sadness.
"It’s not like that. Honestly, after seeing your power, I’m very interested in becoming your weapon. I’m certain my strength would recover quickly and even surpass my previous peak. But the problem is..."
She let out a soft sigh before continuing. "I cannot serve anyone outside the Lyren bloodline. Long ago, I made an absolute contract with the founder of the Ancient Lyren Kingdom, stating that I could only become a weapon for his descendants. Thousands of years have passed, yet that contract still binds me and cannot be broken... unless the entire Lyren line disappears."
Nolan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. The founder of the Ancient Lyren Kingdom must have been incredibly ambitious.
"Show me where that contract binds you."
Obsidia nodded. She unbuttoned the collar of her dress, revealing her white, alluring cleavage.
But what truly caught Nolan’s attention was a skull-shaped mark at the center—black and terrifying.
"This is the contract. Its name is Eternal Shackles."