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A powerful force surged from the otherʼs body. The ability power that the old snake person had lost for many years returned, even becoming stronger.

Next, he conducted a series of rituals and surgical procedures to extract the otherʼs Mythical Blood.

He then crafted the Plague Blood Curse, channeling his own mind to take control of the other.

After a series of complex experiments, Akmanmon stopped all actions.

”Did it succeed?”

”It should have.”

He first questioned himself, then answered.

He had followed Suero through many experiments and was rather confident.

Additionally, materials for creating a Second-Rank Ghoul were very precious. Since Akmanmon and Suero could only gather a limited number of sets, each creation required meticulous care to ensure success.

Before long, the snake person on the operating table started to tremble uncontrollably. His body convulsed as if struggling against an unseen force.

Low growls escaped his throat, blending with strange cries that echoed through the room. The unsettling sounds reverberated against the walls.

However, the ritual array inscribed on the walls absorbed and silenced the cries, ensuring they did not escape the confines of the room.

Before long, the snake person who had been writhing in pain on the operating stone platform began to settle. As his movements stilled, Akmanmon released the bindings, allowing him to rise smoothly from the stone platform.

His eyes had completely changed, and even his skin had turned the color of limestone.

But as the supernatural power gradually subsided, the abnormal phenomena on his body began disappearing, the features on his skin and eyes slowly fading.

Finally, apart from his skin becoming paler and his body colder, there was little difference from his normal appearance.

Akmanmon had personally turned the old snake person into a Ghoul.

The other came down from the stone platform, knelt at Akmanmonʼs feet, and began to speak.

”Master.”

Only his words had become cold and rigid, without the scholarly grace of the past. The change was quite significant.

Akmanmon studied him carefully, his gaze sharp and deliberate.

”You can pretend to be ill.”

”Cough occasionally. That way, no one will notice.”

Next, Akmanmon personally escorted him out. It appeared as though they had just concluded a literature lesson. As they walked, they continued discussing a particular classic work of art.

The old snake person thus left the palace, as if nothing had happened.

Akmanmon watched him leave.

This was his first real step toward controlling his own destiny.

From being controlled by others to controlling the destiny of others.

”Power.”

”Immense power.”

”Only with power can one truly control their own destiny.”

Akmanmon gazed into the night. ”What is it truly like to have the freedom to control oneʼs own destiny?”

At this moment, Akmanmon suddenly recalled what the old snake person had said earlier.

”That is impossible.”

”You are not a god.”

”Mortals can only be controlled by others, influenced by others. No one can escape the constraints of order.”

These words echoed in Akmanmonʼs ears as he stood in the cold wind on the steps below the palace.

The moon shone brightly in the night sky. Wisps of clouds drifted gently, their forms illuminated by the soft lunar glow.

Suddenly, Akmanmon saw a shadow appear in the clouds under the night. That shadow seemed to have wings, passing through the clouds before disappearing.

”What was that?”

Akmanmon looked over, his gaze following its form.

”A Wing Demon?”

”To fly freely in the sky without constraints... how wonderful!”

Akmanmon returned to his secret laboratory, tidying up everything inside.

Finally, he turned his gaze to a picture he had drawn.

Recently, he had been eagerly absorbing all kinds of knowledge. He was also revisiting and processing the supernatural books he had read in the past.

At that time, he was only reading books. He did not have the ability to learn or use the supernatural knowledge contained within them.

After gaining his ability, it was as if he had opened a great door. Various knowledge no longer presented insurmountable difficulties for him, and Suero was an excellent guide, able to answer his various doubts.

However, he still could not understand the meaning behind the content of this picture.

That form, one that only divine beings could possess, surely hid countless secrets.