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The power injected from Samael's fingertips flowed through his body like an underground river, quietly churning deep within his blood and soul.

It is not violent, but it is filled with a chilling power.

With each breath, that power expanded slightly, as if it were about to completely merge with his original superpower.

Twelve silver thrones floated silently in front of him.

The queens, high above, wore solemn expressions, their silver radiance flashing as if they were analyzing some unknown energy. An indescribable tension permeated the air.

Finally, a silver queen with cascading silver hair slowly spoke, her voice clear yet icy.

"...He left a mark on your body."

Zhang Yi frowned slightly and looked up at her: "A mark?"

"Yes."

Another queen took over the conversation; her eyes were as deep as the moonlit sea, radiating a soft yet cold light.

"That is no ordinary power, but the spiritual imprint of Samael. While it grants you power, it also leaves a coordinate deep within your soul."

Zhang Yi paused for a moment, then chuckled softly: "It sounds like someone sprayed pesticide on it and tagged it with something."

"pesticide?"

The Silver Queen repeated the unfamiliar word with a hint of doubt.

Zhang Yi shrugged.

"In the local dialect of Earth, this means—I was planted like a leek. He fertilized me, watered me, and let me bask in the sun so that I could grow up quickly and be harvested more easily in the future."

His tone was calm, yet tinged with sarcasm.

On the twelve silver thrones, several goddesses looked at each other with complex expressions.

"You're right."

The Silver Queen, seated at the highest point in the center, spoke slowly.

“He is indeed nurturing you. Samael’s spiritual will cannot completely leave the sealed land, and he uses you as a medium to extend his own will. When you grow strong enough, he will be able to use your power back for his own purposes through that mark.”

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "So, in other words, once I've grown into a fat sheep, he'll slaughter me with his own hands, right?"

"You can understand that."

The Silver Queen's voice was slightly low, "Samael's power is the embodiment of [Wrath], a primordial energy that can devour everything. The mark within you will continuously draw energy from the outside world to help you become stronger, while at the same time, it is also accumulating power for him."

"That sounds fair,"

Zhang Yi shrugged with a cold laugh: "He helps me increase my power, and I provide him with the necessary nutrients. It's a mutually beneficial relationship."

Symbiosis?

The Queen shook her head, her tone turning cold and stern. "That's not symbiosis, it's enslavement. No life marked by him ever survived in the end."

Zhang Yi was silent for a moment, then a slow smile appeared on his lips.

There was no fear in that smile; instead, it carried an extremely dangerous confidence.

“If he wants to take me,” he said softly, “then I’ll let him perish first!”

The silver light trembled.

The gazes of all twelve silver goddesses were focused on him.

The invisible pressure almost froze the air, yet Zhang Yi stood straight, his eyes cold and unwavering, showing no sign of backing down.

"It's a good thing that you have this awareness."

The short-haired queen spoke, her voice low and approving.

"But you must understand that the power he has bestowed upon you is no ordinary thing. That energy is merging with your soul. If you cannot fully control it, you will be devoured by it sooner or later."

Zhang Yi lowered his eyes, looking at the spirit pattern in his palm that was shimmering with a faint black and red light.

That was the mark left by Samael—like an ancient symbol, exuding an aura that was both eerie and solemn.

He clenched his fist, and the black and red light was immediately swallowed by the dark spiritual energy.

The energy of the Netherworld swept over like a black tide, quietly enveloping the mark.

"Don't worry," Zhang Yi smiled faintly, "I will not let anyone control me, not even a demon god, or even the creator!"

At that moment, his voice was as firm as steel, conveying an unshakeable resolve.

The goddesses on the Silver Throne remained silent for a long time.

Finally, the supreme queen of the center spoke: "Your will is strong, and perhaps that is why he chose you. But remember, the power of the Druk is always a double-edged sword. If you cannot control it, it will turn against you and destroy everything."

"Thanks for reminding."

Zhang Yi gave a slight bow, his tone calm.

“However, I think that since he dared to leave his power in my body, I should make good use of it. When he wants to reap the rewards one day, I will use this power to cut the sickle in the opposite direction.”

The Queen sighed softly.

"You have courage and wisdom. I hope your choice will not become the starting point of another cycle."

Zhang Yi smiled but did not respond further.

He looked up at the dome made of silver crystals.

The silvery light flowed, like a dream.

The power bestowed by Samael lay dormant within him, like a lurking beast.

It brings danger, but also unprecedented opportunities.

If fate forces him to become the prey, then he will turn the tables and become the hunter.

He will use this cursed power to tear apart those invisible shackles.

"Gentlemen," Zhang Yi raised his head and smiled slightly, "I think it's time to take my leave."

The twelve goddesses raised their eyes simultaneously, a flash of silver light appeared, and a gentle ripple spread through the air.

The short-haired Silver Queen said softly, "You're leaving the Radiant Moon Empire? At least stay a few days, and wait until your strength stabilizes before you leave."

Zhang Yi shook his head: "If I stay too long, it will attract attention. Since Samael has left a mark on me, it's like a death countdown. So my time is very tight, a hundred years, or two hundred years?"

"I must, within this timeframe, acquire the power to contend with him!"

You want to kill me? Or make me your food?

Stop dreaming!

Even if I have to commit suicide, I won't give it to you.

Zhang Yi thought to himself.

His thinking has always been straightforward: it's better for both sides to go down together than for me to suffer a loss alone.

Since it's free power, I'll just make the most of it first.

"You..." The queen was about to say something when she was stopped by the Supreme Queen of the Central Government.

"Let him be."

The Supreme Queen's voice was ethereal yet firm.

"He has already embarked on his own path. Too much interference will only alter the trajectory he should have taken."

She gently raised her hand, and a silver stream of light slowly descended, transforming into twelve crystals that floated in front of Zhang Yi.

"These are Holy Radiance Crystals stored up by the Radiant Moon Empire. They contain pure energy, which can help you stabilize the power within your body and resist mental erosion at critical moments."

Zhang Yi reached out and took them. The crystals trembled slightly and felt cool to the touch, as if life was flowing within them.