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Chapter 160: Hidden Son Of Death Goddess

The day dawned quickly.

Since Viktor was only a 'beginner adult' in their eyes, Adonis went to Alex's room to have a chat. He left him in his room and told him not to leave until he came back.

But Viktor wasn't someone who loves to walk around when he has free time. He simply kicked his shoes off his feet and went inside the blanket. The bed was warm and comfortable so he had no complaints.

'But I want to have a glass of beer now.'

Suddenly, the door knocked. He sensed at least 10 ladies were sticking to the wall and the 11th one standing in front of the door with a cup of lemon juice.

They were all assassins, waiting to enter the room the moment he opened the door. But Viktor, who knew the future, said, "I'm a little busy now. Come again after an hour."

The woman who was in front of the door didn't answer and again, she knocked on the door by following the same phase.

Viktor again heard four knocks on the door. "Can you please, don't disturb me?"

"Sir North, Master has ordered me to deliver an evening drink. Please accept this. It's a family tradition. You can't turn this away."

'So she wants me to drink that poison and die? I know Alex is the clan leader of Dream clan who can vanish people without leaving any trace. But killing one's enemy inside his own house is a bit extreme. Moreover, they are underestimating their enemy.'

Viktor poked his head out of his warm blanket and said, "Okay then, you can come in. Please close the door once you're 2 steps inside the room."

The lady entered the room with a tray and closed the door after walking 2 big steps. Her steps were so big that it was the same as 4 normal steps. The moment she entered, Viktor saw a swarm of assassins crawling inside the room like spiders.

So he mumbled, 'How nostalgic.'

The lady served him a small glass of lemon juice and said, "Please drink this without leaving a drop. Or the master will be very upset."

"As you wish…" Viktor looked at her and used a manipulation spell. He also charmed everyone inside the room and said, "Tell me, what kind of poison is this?"

The leader of the assassin ground said, "Master knows. We are only following orders given by the master."

"Then, drink this. I'm not thirsty." Viktor gave her the drink and she finished it with one shot. There wasn't any change or side effect on her body but after a minute passed, Viktor noticed a small change in her body.

A small parasite was forming deep inside her stomach. It wasn't alive or dead. It was something that he had never seen before.

It was a parasite that lives inside a certain liquid. It only likes clear water and temperature below 10°C. To meet these conditions for the new parasite to form, serving it inside cold vodka with lemon was perfect.

Viktor immediately used telepathy to contact Adonis and said, *Don't drink anything cold they serve. They are using a whole new type of parasite that I've never seen before. It's definitely not from earth and also not from the guardian realm. It's not a living being so it's a perfect type of weapon for Elesis.*

After a moment, Adonis answered, *Thank you for the advice, master. They also served me a small glass of vodka a few minutes ago, saying that it's a tradition in this house. I knew they were all lying. It's the dream clan, isn't it, master?*

*So you've finally understood. The house is filled with spider-like assassins. It's kinda annoying.*

*Do you want me to annihilate the clan, master?*

*No, just replace the spider head. Nobody will notice. And look for the source of this new parasite. It will lead us to a worker clone of Elesis who's supplying this dangerous parasite.*

*Understood, master.*

Viktor looked at the girl who took the parasite. The parasite went inside her blood vessels and climbed up to her brain. It was a spy parasite that Elesis uses to collect fully detailed information about a person. He was also targeting Viktor, so Viktor had to slice her head along with the parasite in half on the spot.

He then said, "Tsk!! I can't erase memories of non-living things. That cheeky bastard got some cheap tricks to reach me and still I can't find the real head."

He wiped the blood from his blade and hand with a white piece of fabric. He then took a seat on the edge of his bed and said, "Slice your own neck. I don't want to ruin my white shirt anymore. It's quite expensive."

He smiled at the ladies around him and again said, "Make it a clean cut. You're assassins, right? Make sure to fly your head out."

The assassins were under his godly manipulation spell. So they simply followed his instruction and sliced off their head with their hands at the same time.

The carpet became drenched with the blood of 11 people. Viktor, who was enjoying the view lit a cigarette and walked towards the window barefoot.

The soaked carpet painted his feet in vibrant red.

He then walked close to the window and opened it. The cold wind entered the room and blew the curtains, also his white short hair.

Thunder rumbled afar.

Viktor looked at the sky and saw the dark clouds passing quickly, creating thunders which were striking the pine trees of the forest near the mansion.

At that moment, Adonis walked in front of his room and opened the door. The cold air blew and roughly passed through the door. He then saw Viktor sitting on the window with his red-stained feet.

Not to mention those headless bodies that caught his eyes and triggered his hunger. His eyes quietly turned bright orange.

The blood of 11 people isn't a small amount, so it started to come out of the carpet and spread all over the room. The room became filled with the reek of fresh irony blood. And it triggered Adonis's hunger successfully.

He quickly entered the room and closed the door. He then said, "Master!!! I'm not done with my mission!! Why did you make a mess all of a sudden? It's like a pool of blood here!"

Viktor looked at Adonis with his bright silver eyes and said, "Don't worry. Nobody will come. And quickly finish Alex. Then you can have a meal."

Adonis shook his head in frustration and said, "I understand, master. I will take my leave now."

"I will go out now. Take care of the head and leave the assassins. They are very important for this society. I want the dream clan to become more powerful for my sake. From today, you're in charge of controlling the clan with your clone."

"Are you going to rescue Mors, master?"

"Yes, I'll come back before morning." Viktor jumped from the window barefoot and used teleportation magic right before his feet touched the muddy ground.

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Chornobyl, The Zone, 8:31 PM.

'Looks like I'm in the right place.' His feet touched the solid concrete of an abandoned building. It was raining a few minutes ago in Moscow but in his new destination, the sky was clear.

'That's good then, I can retrieve him very easily.' He took the staircase and started to walk. The stairs were so old that they would crumble even if an ant walked over them. So he started to float and went inside the 5th floor where the seal was.

The room was a mess. Furnitures were laying everywhere and there was no sign of a soul in 30 kilometres. It was an abandoned place because of the nuclear power plant disaster back in 1986.

Viktor could feel the flow of radiation around him. He could also see the flow of irritating radiation but since he was a demigod, it didn't enter his body.

'Hm? This place is perfect for making my penthouse.'

He then noticed a small dusty teacup on the floor. It wasn't shiny but it was sure standing out in a messy room. It was an object seal made by Elerous that was keeping a guardian hidden inside.

Viktor touched the teacup and saw the small magic circle on the bottom of it. It was a magical switch to turn off the seal so he pressed it to open it.

The teacup turned into dust the moment he touched it and the dust started to take a different shape. He felt the dangerous fragment forming in the middle of it. He could just snatch the fragment and devour it but since he wasn't a foe, he held back.

Mors Grimrose, the guardian of death's family history is a bit odd than the rest of the elemental guardians. Everyone knows that Mors Grimrose was born from the guardian of Graves and the guardian of the corpse. For the unique combination of two powerful guardians, the guardian of death was born who could see everyone's life span above their heads. Not only that, but he could also manipulate the way a person would die.

It wasn't that scary until he figured out that his ability to manipulate wasn't limited to mortal beings, but also the other lower-class gods.

But there was a catch which remained a secret. Also, there are countless holes in his history so nobody actually can prove that he was from those two guardians.

But in reality, he was never born from any guardians nor created by the goddess of light. He was the hidden son of Ereshkigal, the oldest formal goddess of death whose whereabouts was unknown for more than a few billion years after she resigned from her position.

'I didn't know anything about Mors until I read the record of the Guardian of Graves. He hated the idea of having a child in the first place with his useless fragment. He knew his fragment won't give birth to a powerful guardian. After a few centuries, he received a letter that contained an offer. It was a letter from Ereshkigal, the Death goddess.'

After a few days, a new guardian was born in the realm of guardians. The king guardians applauded because they were happy that the stubborn guardian was able to create such a powerful guardian.

But in reality, they just adopted Mors from her and received an offer to become a member of the death temple of the underworld. After the war broke out, they just left the realm by throwing away their status and became temple maidens.

'So, he's born a demi-god and he knew that very well. But the seal of his mother was so powerful that kept his powers hidden. He knew people would figure out if he uses his power so he never used it. I admire his strong determination. But, there's no need to hide your powers anymore. We're runaways after all.'

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