Pseudo-Villaines

Meeting Between the Messenger and the Chosen Child

One day before Jean and her family make an excursion to the city.....

That night, Szymon Krzys was sitting down and sorting out something. It was the next list of names of the victims that he would make the tumbal.[Apostle] did not brag. In exchange for the nobility he shed, he grew stronger. The past few days, even his cultivation level had nearly broken through to stage 8 [Earth Realm].

By drinking the blood and eating the flesh of his victims, Szymon's cultivation process became very fast. His family was surprised to learn the fact that Szymon's progress was very rapid.

"One more family and I will break through to the next stage. Damnit damnit! All the low-level nobles have been depleted!"

Szymon couldn't help but complain. He had already finished off almost all of the nobles who were at the baron rank and some noble families at the Viscount level were already thinning.

Szymon was unwilling to touch the higher nobles. That will cause a bigger problem. The government will be directly involved. They will use all their potential to find the mastermind behind the case. If that happens, it does not rule out the possibility that he will be found out.

As Szymon was deep in thought, his room suddenly shook. It was like an earthquake was hitting. At first he himself was not so aware, but when he heard his cabinets and furniture fell, Szymon woke up from his daydream.

As soon as he stood up, his body was dazed. A coldness pierced his body. His hair stood up and his heart raced quickly. Sweat was pouring down from his forehead. His chest also felt tight. He recognized this phenomenon. The phenomenon of the appearance of the [Apostle]!

A black hole appeared and a figure wearing a black robe that covered his entire body came out of the hole. Although his face was not visible, but his fingers consisting only of a skeleton could be clearly seen.

"We meet again, O son of the chosen god. This lowly messenger of the gods salutes you."

Although the [Apostle] said that with a relaxed and calm, but Szymon's feelings were different. His body does not shake. Even his breath was getting denser his sweat was flowing more and more.

"S-salam, wa-wahai messenger. W-what made a-you d-come here?"

"Please do not be afraid, chosen child. I didn't come to punish you. Instead, everything you do is worth appreciating. I'll give you an extra gift."

His index finger touched Szymon's forehead. A pain like being pierced by dozens of swords invaded his entire body. Szymon did not bother to hold back his shout. But the pain is worth it. After the pain was gone, he felt an explosive energy within him.

"Good, you're getting stronger. Among the other chosen children, you are the fastest growing. As we expected, the gods and goddesses above were not wrong in choosing you."

Szymon's breath. Finally his cultivation level rose to stage nine of the [Earth Realm]! His efforts were not in vain.

In fact, drinking blood or eating the flesh of nobles had nothing to do with increasing cultivation. However the [Apostle] planted a kind of [seed] or seedling that could stimulate the cultivation level if Szymon drank the blood and ate the meat of the nobles.

"O chosen child, I have a new task for you. If you succeed, your cultivation level will increase by leaps and bounds and you will gain strength you never thought of before."

Szymon's enthusiasm increased tremendously when he heard what reward he would receive if his mission was successful.

Again, the messenger placed his index finger on Szymon's forehead. As soon as Szymon received information regarding his mission, his eyes widened. This is something crazy. He had to team up with one of the most hostile groups in the whole kingdom of Warsaw. But he doesn't have to worry. The price was worth the prize he got.

"All right, I'm going on this mission perfectly. Thanks for the direction, messenger."

[Apostle] nodded. He looks satisfied. He can't wait to see tomorrow.