Gargoyle Supremacy-Chapter 49: I Watched too Much Cartoons That I Sneak into Single Mother’s House to Steal a Bone

Carn let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "No. I’ve got something more urgent to handle."

Wong’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, "What are you trying to achieve, exactly?"

Carn hesitated. Realizing there was no way to sugarcoat the truth, he opted for honesty.

"I received a prophecy. Seven massive undead legions will emerge from dimensional rifts and invade this world next year, probably starting at Christmas. One will definitely appear in Wuhan, China. The others… I don’t know. But I have to be there to stop them."

"You’ve been watching too many cartoons. Go back to sleep." Wong raised her eyebrows and shook her head in disappointment. She turned, heading back toward the basement. Over her shoulder, she added, "If you’re dead set on leaving, fine. Whatever you do, don’t get caught. And come back home alive."

Carn stood in silence, her nonchalant dismissal stinging more than he cared to admit. When her footsteps faded, he bowed deeply toward the empty hallway, his voice a whisper carried by resolve.

"I’ll be back."

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The night was quiet when Carn stepped outside. He gently locked the front door, ensuring no noise betrayed his departure.

The street was cloaked in shadow as the nearby streetlights remained broken. Darkness blanketed the houses in the neighborhood.

Carn looked up, spotting a CCTV camera mounted on a street sign a few meters away. Thanks to the power of the grim reaper, the device was broken. He sighed, relieved that no one but his parents would know he had left the house at this time.

Spending a silver mark, Carn teleported 500 meters, reappearing on the rooftop of Jasmine’s house. From his vantage point, he scanned the area.

The house was surrounded by yellow police tape, sealing the perimeters. The windows were dark, and the street was deserted.

Not wasting time, Carn teleported directly inside.

The house was in chaos. Every room had toppled furniture, opened cabinets, and random debris scattered across the floor. The plush carpet in the hallway was stained with footprints of ECD agents.

Carn’s eyes narrowed as he inspected the scene. It was clear Jasmine wasn’t here, and the authorities had already seized most of the evidence, such as computers, flash drives, documents.

But there had to be something left behind. He couldn’t leave empty-handed. Drawing on his Aether reserves, Carn began a deeper search, scanning for hidden compartments, concealed doors, or buried safes.

His effort paid off when his senses picked up on a faint distortion beneath the marble kitchen counter. Kneeling, he pried apart the sleek surface with his enhanced strength, revealing a 17-inch black safe embedded in the ground.

The moment the safe was exposed, a green mist seeped through the seams. Carn flinched, instinctively summoning a barrier of Aether to shield himself.

The acrid, foul-smelling haze was unmistakable.

Undead fog.

"What the hell did that woman get herself into?" he muttered, glaring at the safe. "Why does she have an artifact of the Lich King?!"

Without wasting another moment, Carn drove his hands into the safe, ignoring the keypad and brute-forcing it open. The metal creaked and groaned before bending under his strength, revealing a single item within.

There was a bone ring in there. The artifact emitted an even denser fog as if it were alive, spreading malevolence into the air.

The gold coin in Carn’s pocket began to heat up, and Fleur’s voice burst forth in alarm. "The Ring of the Lich King?! What the hell is it doing here?!"

"That’s what I want to know!" Carn shot back, gripping the ring cautiously.

How in the world did Jasmine, a regular human in this dimension, get her hands on this?

Puzzle pieces began to align in his mind. The divine spirits’ insistence on Jasmine’s death suddenly made sense. This wasn’t just about her petty crimes or frauds. She had colluded with the Lich King.

And that crime alone was more than enough to condemn her to death.

Carn’s heart sank as he pieced together the potential plan of the new Lich King.

If he had left the bone ring untouched, its accumulating aura of death could have acted as a beacon, tearing a dimension rift open above Jasmine’s house. Such an event would have unleashed unimaginable catastrophe, and his parents, just a few blocks away, would have been the first casualties.

He steeled his resolve. To prevent the Lich King from gaining a foothold in his neighborhood, Carn realized he had no choice but to purify the artifact. The process would cost him dearly, but protecting his family and the world outweighed the price.

Without hesitation, he focused his energy and began channeling his holy power into the ring.

A radiant gold light enveloped the cursed artifact as the power of purification clashed with the green force within. The bone ring resisted fiercely, greedily devouring his gold marks.

1 mark… 2… 5… 10... The energy kept flowing, and the artifact showed no sign of yielding. Sweat beaded on Carn’s forehead, but he pressed on, unwilling to falter. The struggle continued until he had spent a staggering 100 gold marks.

Finally, the green haze dissipated, and the ring’s malevolent aura faded. Its grotesque, bone-like structure transformed into a gleaming gold ring that radiated divine light.

Carn exhaled deeply and wiped his sweat drops on his face with his sleeve. He picked up the purified ring, turning it over in his hands.

The ring had transformed into a holy artifact, now containing roughly 50 gold marks worth of purified holy energy. Carn could have recycled it, regaining half of the energy he had sacrificed to cleanse it, but that wasn’t its most valuable potential.

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A devious grin spread across his face. "If I remember correctly, those divine spirits can breathe life into holy artifacts, birthing a new spirit. Heh. What a disgusting breeding method. Looks like it’s time to deal with those lazy sloths again."

As he mused over the implications, the air in front of him manifested a gold mass, breaking his train of thought.

A cherubic figure materialized with an exaggerated fashion. The same infantile angel he’d grown to despise hovered before him, and its plump cheeks puffed out in a smug, self-satisfied grin. The baby-like spirit’s beady eyes fixed greedily on the ring in Carn’s hand.

"Well done purifying that cursed object," it chirped. Without warning, it brought the trumpet to its lips and blasted a triumphant note directly into Carn’s ear, clearly aiming to cause discomfort.

Carn flinched slightly, scowling as the sound rang through the room. "What the hell is your problem, you oversized toddler?"

Ignoring his complaint, the spirit’s expression shifted, and its voice turned cold and commanding. "Now, hand it over. I shall store it safely, far from mortal hands."