I Refused To Be Reincarnated-Chapter 629: The Taste of Silence

The tremors made Adam’s fist appear crooked, bloated, then decrepit as if to herald the horrors contained in the sphere. Even if he was the conjuror, just clutching it made his skin tingle and hair bristle.

But the time wasn’t for memories. The puppet’s fiery tsunami approached, the fiery tongues roiling like waves and the heat licking his sweaty face like a ravenous beast. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Resisting the icy shudder, he hurled it as the ground parted beneath his feet. He fell two kilometers down, his breath ragged and his heart drumming in his ears. If he wasn’t on a flying island, he would have dug the ground deeper without hesitation; that’s how horrifying this technique was—even to him.

As he took refuge and the flames obscured the fist-sized sphere from the puppet, the emperor saw everything.

He frowned at first. Aside from the vibrations distorting space and the bright colors, it was plain compared to the previous light halberds, devastating solar beams, or the molten broadsword connecting the earth to the heavens like a celestial pillar.

Yet, his frown shifted to horror, and he leapt back as the flames engulfed the sphere. More than because of a flashy effect, it was a primal reaction mirrored by the abundant sweat marring his back: genuine fear.

And the puppet felt it twice as much, even though he didn’t know its source. Worse, he felt like millions of demonic bugs tore his flesh with their sharp mandibles.

Alarmed, he closed his beak and sprang up. His fingers dug into the broadsword’s mineral before he propelled himself to its tip as his eyes darted to find the source of this unsettling feeling.

Just as he searched, a ripple spread from the roaring fire. The vivid green turned gray before the phenomenon spread in a circle. The garden’s colors faded, sounds following as a deathly silence settled in the palace.

"Just what did this weakling do?" He muttered, feeling his life threatened for the first time in this battle.

Yet, even his words faded into the silence. No, a sound persisted. Was it a subtle sizzle? The noise of evaporating water? He snapped his gaze down, noticing a dark mist swirling into a chain of mocking skulls that made him realise something else: the overwhelming scents of molten minerals and sulfur had vanished, too.

Those skulls... Why did they feel familiar?

As the question blossomed in his mind, his body folded in two without warning. His beak split open, a torrent of blood pouring down his throat.

A curse? They didn’t work on him! And why couldn’t he taste the blood, feel his stomach roil, or his breath hasten? He glared at the skulls. They were robbing him of his senses despite the distance he had put between them, and he had to find how before his sight followed.

And there he saw a clue. Everything darkened and released gasses around them. The realisation struck him like a hammer. The world hadn’t changed at all, only his perception. And only insidious effects that had infiltrated his body could do this: poison!

He cursed his host’s vulnerable body as demonic flames roared through his veins. Like a cleansing blaze, they vaporised the invaders at a molecular level.

Toxic fumes wafted from his beak and pores as the scent of charred muscles began to register. An atrocious pain struck his constricted stomach as if someone had stretched, then tied his guts. But at least the world recovered its colors.

"Damned brat. You’re just wasting my time." He clenched his jaw, fury blazing in his eyes, but icy sweat covered his furrowed brows. He could have lost his host had he not discovered the deception. And without it, he would return to being a helpless puppet and be sealed by the emperor again. "Never!"

Like a falcon waiting for a rodent to leave its burrow, he scrutinised the ground, ready to reap Adam’s life the moment he resurfaced.

"He weakened me so much despite the strength gap." His teeth sank into his gums, the taste of blood filling his mouth. "He’s not a weakling but a threat." His eyes narrowed in focus. "I must obliterate him before he rises through the tiers."

As the skulls began to fade, Adam shuddered underground. "No matter how strong he is, Ye Feng’s body should be on the brink of death by now."

Since he didn’t know about his poison resistance, he had merged the worst neurotoxins, cytotoxins, and hemotoxins Marina had shown him during his stay in Kumari Kandam.

Still, he hated this uncontrollable technique. Bathed in water, the poison would splash upon impact, contaminating anything in a five-kilometer radius at minimum. Heated? No problem. It would just evaporate and fill the air until everything died wherever the wind carried it.

It couldn’t be destroyed, only contained until it vanished after he stopped supplying mana since he replicated the venoms.

"That’s definitely not my style, but it’s quite useful when I don’t need to bother with the surroundings."

With a grimace, he dug a tunnel but stopped just below the surface. "Hmm?"

Though much weaker than before, he felt a demonic presence far above.

His eyes narrowed in incertitude. Was it weak because it mirrored his host’s condition, or did he flee far enough to mitigate the effects? ’Either way, it follows one of my scripts, so who cares?’

Shrugging, he raised his palm upward.

As he did, the emperor, untouched by the poison since his body was an aggregation of thoughts, cursed as he saw the ground move.

"Don’t come out! He’s waiting for you."

Simultaneously, the puppet launched himself with a deafening shriek, his fingers blazing in front of him to grip Adam.

Yet, his eyes widened the next second as a blinding spear pierced the ground and shot at him.

"Your tricks won’t work anymore!" He clenched his jaws, twisting midair—a split second before the spear skewed his heart.

He suppressed an agonising roar as it pierced his left side, the radiance vaporising his blood and assaulting his demonic energy. But the pain didn’t matter. Everything would return on track as long as he killed the brat.

Meanwhile, Adam’s eyes widened in horror inside the hole. He crouched, trying to return underground, but the puppet’s burning hand gripped him by the throat before he could.

A searing pain struck him, the scent of burning skin overwhelming his senses. The wind whipped his face next as the puppet lifted him at eye level.

Gurgles escaped his lips as the puppet crushed his throat muscles with a vengeful glare. "Time to die, bastard."

"You won’t kill him under my watch!" The emperor roared, rushing out of the armory and swinging his fists.

Adam glanced at him from the corner of his eye as his pores widened to let oxygen through. What was this fool doing?

’Doesn’t matter.’ His eyes curved, and his lips curled into a disgusting smirk.

Like two striking cobras, his arms coiled around the puppet’s, his Chronoscar locked between them as mana formed glowing characters above his head.

"Whose authority did you speak about earlier again?"

The puppet’s pupils constricted as he squeezed to crush Adam’s neck. Yet, the expected crunching noise never echoed. Instead, he heard his hand crack like glass.

"Decarabia’s bones!" He yelped, shoving his demonic essence into his palm to obliterate Adam’s head since he couldn’t break those bones without being at his peak.

But would it work? After all, the Chronoscar erased energy.

Adam’s smirk broadened as the characters above his head shifted.

"I wonder if I will start to drain you after Ye Feng dies. It’s my win!"

Both the puppet and the emperor froze. One in horror, the other in disbelief.

Their assessment had been wrong all along. Adam wasn’t a talented youth; he was a versatile monster, an anomaly that shouldn’t exist.

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