Heir of Mana:Beast made king-Chapter 51: Grandchild Of Mana

"I, Amon, Goetic Prince, Great Marquis of Hell, who commands over forty legions of demons, pledge my eternal loyalty to you.

I present to you my sigil, so that all that I am and all that I will ever be may be of eternal servitude to you. Azrael Tiamat , grandchild of Mana."

DING!!!!!!

[A PACT OF ETERNAL SERVITUDE HAS BEEN PROPOSED!]

[ENTITY: AMON, THE DEMONIC MARQUIS (GOETIC LEGEND)]

[SEEKS TO BIND HIS SOUL, LEGIONS, AND POWER TO: AZRAEL TIAMAT]

[WARNING: ACCEPTING THIS CONTRACT WILL ESTABLISH YOU AS AN OFFICIAL CONTENDANT FOR THE THRONE.]

[DO YOU ACCEPT?]

[YES] / [NO]

Seeing the terrifying monster that had, mere minutes ago, been ready to rip them limb from limb, now lowering its head into the snow and offering him its very soul...

Every instinct within Azrael—his body, his mind, his soul—screamed at him to seize this opportunity, to accept the pact.

He had never been one to reject his own instincts.

With everything he had left, he seized the moment and uttered the word.

"YES!!"

As the word left his mouth, the world fell silent.

Then the mana in the air began to move. Shifting. No—spinning, as if excited.

And as if accompanying the mana, two voices spoke. Their every word carried the weight of pure divinity.

Azrael recognized only one of the voices. While Olivia recognized them both.

They were the Twofold—the beings revered by everyone in the world, even by the divine who thought themselves above all others.

The first voice began, sweet and otherworldly, the same he heard whenever his core ascended a stage.

"Congratulations to the being Azrael Tiamat on his entry into the war for the Throne of the one known as Mana. I wish you luck in your conquest."

Then came the second of the Twofold. This one’s voice was a different story entirely.

"CONGRATULATIONS TO THE BEASTBORN AZRAEL TIAMAT ON HIS ACQUISITION OF THE TITLE: GRANDCHILD OF MANA!!"

Just hearing that voice made his blood boil. His tails lowered as a deep, instinctive shiver traveled through his entire body.

And just as fast as the voices came, they were gone.

DING!!!!!!

You have received your first title.

Titles are given to those who do the extraordinary, those who are noticed by the world.

Title: Grandchild of Mana

You have completed the quest:

Conquer the dungeon ’Snow’s Wrath’ (Hidden)

[How dare a lowly kingdom of the 6th tier enslave a descendant of Solomon. They must pay: Conquer the D-class dungeon ’Snow’s Wrath,’ which the Nazar Empire uses as its primary mana stone mine.]

Rewards: The Trickster’s Bracelet, 1000 OP

All of a sudden, a bracelet found its way onto Azrael’s wrist. It rested in a perfect circle, composed of midnight-black beads polished smooth by unseen hands.

Each orb was carved with pale runes—ancient symbols etched deep into the darkness, their lines faintly catching the light like whispers of forgotten spells.

The markings differed from bead to bead, as though each carried its own name, its own purpose, bound together in silent agreement.

At the crown of the circle sat a single dominant bead, larger than the rest.

In its heart burned a shard of blue, cold and luminous, like a trapped fragment of sky or the eye of a distant star.

Symbols ringed it closely, forming a ward or invocation, their presence pressing inward as if to seal the light within.

The bracelet felt less like an ornament and more like an artifact.

But he couldn’t linger on it for long, as another sound rang out.

DING!!!!!!

Quest: Become a Successor

[Right now, you are just aware. To participate, you must receive sigil of one angel or demon or enter a contract with a spirit within one year, or you will be expelled.]

[Reward: Depends on time taken to complete the quest.]

Time taken: 3 weeks. Fastest ever recorded.

Bonus: First subordinate is of high class (Goetic Demon).

Reward: Solomon’s Ring, Forceful Ascension to the next core stage, 3000 OP

Looking down at his finger, he found a sleek golden ring resting on his left index finger.

The ring was a perfect balance of luxury and comfort, it felt as if it had always been meant to be there, like it was what his finger had been missing his entire life.

Ding!!!!

Quest: Escape Slavery

[No worthy descendant of Solomon will remain in chains. You are destined for far greater things.]

Reward: Fusion and purification of bloodlines (Werewolf & Kitsune)

Ding!!

Bloodline fusion had been withheld, as the host was not in a safe environment nor optimal condition.

Environment and condition are now optimal. Does the host wish to initiate bloodline fusion at this time?

[Yes] / [No]

He didn’t even have to think about his answer.

"Yes!"

As his answer was spoken, it was the mana itself that seemed to respond.

It rushed through the air toward him, enveloping him—no, embracing him within its bounds.

It brushed his skin, ruffled his hair, and filled his very lungs and core with pure, undiluted mana.

But this was not the end.

The mana began to flow down to the floor, settling upon the snow.

This continued until most of the mana in the air—within the entire dungeon, was flowing in a tight, swirling circle on the ground around him.

With Azrael at its center, the mana began to take shape.

Its color shifted from transparent to a translucent white, threaded with innumerable shifting colors and patterns, slowly solidifying into a barrier that enclosed him completely.

Inside the barrier was a sea of pure mana, cradling Azrael’s body like a gentle parent as he slowly lost consciousness.

Outside, the barrier stood like a wall of bismuth, shimmering with so many impossible colors that no one could see through it.

Not Amon, who still knelt with his head bowed in the snow.

Not Olivia, who was so exhausted she could barely lift her head to witness what was taking place.

This barrier was his cocoon.

A cocoon from which a legend would be born.