The Villain's Story Chapter 593 House of Shivakulan.

Chapter 593 House of Shivakulan.

In her hand, lay a single drop of black water. It was thick and dense, and various energies seemed to be flowing inside of it, rotating.

The color around her started to fade into that drop of water, and soon enough, Alan could see nothing but black and white. The color in the area had been drained.

However, Lanesha still seemed much the same, unaffected by the presence of the water droplet. She still possessed color, and was unperturbed.

Alan however, was already on his knees, almost coughing up blood. The moment that droplet had appeared, he lost all his strength and couldn't even muster up at any mana.

'What the h.e.l.l is that... ' he thought, his mind a mix of terror and confusion. Sadly, he wanted to use Dragon Eye's to know what exactly it was, but it sapped him of all means to use mana.

Surprisinly, even his aura was subdued, not even daring to make it's presence known.

"Enough, Mother."

Lanesha's voice echoed in his ear, and he heard a low growl, he couldn't discern who it belonged to, though. The pressure on his body was too much.

But after a moment, it disappeared.

"I apologize for that, Alan. "

Taking a deep breath, Alan calmed his body and finally stood up, releshing in the fact that the terror was gone.

"What is that thing...? "

He asked, hesitant to even inspect it now. His instincts were telling him not to do it.

"Use your eyes. Trust this esteemed one, Nothing will happen."

Reluctant, he used Dragon Eyes to inspect that strange drop of water.

The moment he did, apart from the description he noticed it had a hint of gold within it.

[Name: Drop of Ichor.]

[Rank: Primordial.]

[Description: A drop of Ichor from the veins of the Primordial Dragon of Death, Ariel. It is of the highest quality.]

"... "

He was a bit stunned, to be honest. First of all, not because of what the drop of water was, but because he had already guessed what he was supposed to do it... And wondered.

How the h.e.l.l, did Ariel agree to this?

He already knew that ancient woman disliked him, even if Lanesha was her youngest daughter would she...

'Never mind, she would.'

"I'm of the opinion you know what is coming next?"

"Yes... "

Most likely, Lanesha wanted him to consume the drop of Ichor. But Alan was hesitant.

Not because he didn't want to, he could already tell how great it was, but it was something else.

Knowing how and what kind of a dragon Ariel was, his heart was gripped in fear.

'... I didn't mistreat Kazikato recently, Did I?'

He thought, and sighed in relief realizing he didn't beat Kazikato I'm either training or for something else in quite a while.

Knowing how attached she was to her grandaon... Alan thought that there was a chance something bad would happen.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, telling Lanesha he was ready. She smiled, and laughed a little at his apprehension and said.

"I wonder what Mother did to you that your so afraid... Anyways, devour it."

The drop of Ichor flew in the air and appeared infront of Alan's mouth. Still looking at it with suspicion, he opened his mouth.

The drop of Ichor flowed down his throat, and Alan opened his eyes, a bit confused why nothing happened.

"I can't stop the pain... So just... Bear with it, ok?"

... Ah, there it was. Lanesha warning him of pain...

He already knew he was going to be in a lot of pain.

"WHAT THE F*CK!"

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and fell to his knees. He could see his hands turning to dust and soon his knees followed.

Soon enough, he couldn't even see anything as his eyes felt as if they were clawed from the inside, turning to dust and becoming one with the wind. His muscles, mana, and aura tried to fight with whatever change was occurring but they were beat down so bad that they simply let it happen.

His inside turned out, his organs changed and turned to dust and his muscles twisted and turned, ripping themselves to shreds.

He couldn't see anymore at all, but he could still feel. He could still feel the immeasurable pain from devouring the drop of blood.

He wanted to scream but was deprived of the ability to do so, he could only silently bear the burden. He did curse Ariel a few times. Actually, a lot of times.

After an eternity pa.s.sed, the pain subsided and his eyes reformed once more, he could speak and and he could move. Black tears flowed like a river down his face, evidence of the immeasurable pain. He felt a clot in his throat and coughed.

Black liquid was all that left his throat.

Lanesha kneeled gracefully, and put her hand on his back with a... Strange face.

"No...."

Her face quite literally said. 'I'm sorry, but there's more.'

"Not agai-AH!"

The same process repeated itself.

Not just one more time.

Not twice more, not even thrive more.

But ten times.

He had to ensure that h.e.l.lish pain, ten times.

By the end of it, normal tears flowed from his eyes and he lay on the ground, his soul broken. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

His face was devoid of any emotion, and a new set of garments had been put on his body, he didn't know how or when, nor did he care.

He was just filled with the agonizing memory.

However, there was still some... Good things about. A series of notifications appeared in front of him, and Alan strained his tired and battered body to look at them.

[You have confused a drop of Ichor belonging to Ariel, The primordial dragon of death.]

[You have become her descendant.]

[Your affinity to death has increased.]

[Your affinity to darkness has increased.]

[Your affinity to shadows has increased.]

[Your affinity to frost has become more refined.]

[You have gained the ability to understand the dead.]

[You have gained the ability to blend in with shadows and darkness.]

[You have gained the ability, Frostwalker. ]

That wasn't it. t.i.tles also appeared.

[You have gained the t.i.tle: Grand child of Ariel, Primordial of Death.]

[You have gained the t.i.tle: Forgotten Lineage of Death.]

[You have gained the t.i.tle: Member of the Shivakulan House.]

[You have gained the t.i.tle: Birthright to the throne of death.(This t.i.tle belongs to 5 beings). ]

"Rest, Alan... You have some more to consume."

He couldn't even share his joy at seeing them... That joy was quickly replaced with horror as he saw another drop materialize in her hands...

Lanesha would have to shove that one down his throat.