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Chapter 897: The Forge Begins

Chapter 897: The Forge Begins

At this moment, Liang had no time to pay attention to the mutterings of the old man, the Third-generation Director.

Feeling the aura emanating from Emma, a deathly stillness and coldness that was strangely familiar, Liang couldn't help but freeze.

Upon realizing her own transformation, Emma's expression also showed a hint of bewilderment, and she subconsciously raised her head, casting a helpless glance at Liang.

"What's happening to me...?"

"This is great news! Wonderful news!"

Before Liang could respond, the old man behind him spoke up, sticking out his thumb and exclaiming in amazement, "Although your taste in men is questionable, your innate talent for Death Authority is truly exceptional. Your understanding of death is clearly beyond that of ordinary people! Hmm... let me take a look."

He reached into his pocket, took out a pair of dirty reading glasses, and put them on. The Third-generation Director scratched the back of his balding head and said without surprise, "Your bloodline has a strong connection to death. You were born with fragments of several Death Authorities, and your ancestors, going back generations, must have produced at least eight or nine Great Witch-level Mediums, all of whom passed down their authority fragments to you."

"Great Witch-level Mediums?"

"Those are human Mediums who, through years of practicing the Great Court Secret Arts, have gained a slight understanding of the corresponding authority."

The old man glanced at Liang, who looked surprised, and explained, "Those Great Mediums, while severely lacking in power—only reaching about twenty to thirty points on the Lyon Scale—have a good grasp of authority due to their long-term practice of the Great Court Secret Arts. They can generally surpass the threshold of True Gods.

Those who, like them, have touched upon the threshold of True Gods in terms of authority, are similar to the Thirteen Royal Families. They can pass down the authority fragments they've mastered through their bloodline to their descendants."

After explaining the bloodline issue, the old man turned back to examine Emma once more, then nodded and said with understanding, "Besides your natural talent, your life experiences... hmm... have essentially been intertwined with death from beginning to end. Not only were you targeted by the Death Realm Overlords at a young age and gave birth to a child who could naturally transcend life and death, but you also witnessed and experienced a great deal of death. Even your awakened anomaly was related to death, as you often found yourself in life-or-death situations. With all these experiences, it's no wonder you've gained some insight."

"Your Excellency, the Third-generation Director!" Liang interrupted, fearing that the old man might bring up Emma's painful past.

"Is there any danger to Emma?"

The old man chuckled at Liang's concern, "Don't worry, I already said it's good news. Humans can hardly surpass death. Even someone as powerful as me will eventually die, and we usually only experience death once in our lifetime. So, very few people can comprehend Death Authority, and the Mediums only grasp fragments of it.

But Death Authority itself is vast, and even understanding a fraction of it is enough to support a True God-level Death Realm Overlord. Her current situation is akin to that of a living Death Realm Overlord.

With the potential she's shown, when she eventually dies, if you can take out another Death Realm Overlord and create a vacancy, she can almost directly ascend to that position."

"Emma, you... want to ascend to become a Death Realm Overlord?"

After exchanging a glance with Emma, whose expression was complex, Lyon was about to inquire further when a shrill screech of metal deformation suddenly rang out from behind them, where the iron pot was hanging.

"Ouch! My pot!"

As the suspended pot was overturned, several men and women tumbled out like dumplings, causing the Third-generation Director to stomp his feet in frustration. He hurried back, shouting with a pained expression on his face:

"What's with the crowding? Will you all die if you come out one by one? My pot is about to split!"

"Sorry, Third-generation Director."

After straightening his somewhat disheveled robe, the Sagittarius Director, with mud stains on his temples and looking rather disheveled, stood up to explain:

"Even though the Gate of the Deceased has been taken over by Lyon, the Death Realm ultimately belongs to the Overlords. It's not easy to bring in so many people without alerting them. We had to sneak in through the mirror world passage that Lyon opened..."

"Alright, alright. How you got in is none of my concern."

Interrupting the Sagittarius Director rather rudely, the old man turned his attention to the Taurus Director, who was standing up with the support of a tombstone, and impatiently said:

"Where are the materials? Hurry up! Let me see them quickly! Your skills aren't up to par, so don't ruin my materials!"

I knew he would say that...

Without waiting for the old man to finish his sentence, the Taurus Director, usually mild-mannered, rolled his eyes at him. He then raised his hand and tossed a small bag embroidered with a lotus leaf in his direction. With a sigh, he continued:

"Third-generation Director, I've already done all the preliminary processing. There's nothing special to note about the other materials, except for that Pillar God. Compared to the other True Gods, its..."

"Its fluctuations are more unique. No matter how you suppress it, it won't match the other materials. So, it must be either the 'base' or the 'accent,' and it requires separate processing... You can see that for yourself, can't you?"

"..."

"Enough of this nonsense. I'll take care of the rest."

Reaching out, he untied the drawstring of the small bag and peered inside, where forty True God corpses were neatly stacked. The old man's smile revealed his teeth, and he said with delight:

"The material processing is passable. I'll start working on it now. The rest of you can watch from the side... except you!"

At this point, the old man seemed to remember something and quickly retied the bag, tucking it into his embrace. He then turned his head and pointed towards Lyon, who was standing behind him, with a cautious expression.

"Stay back! Stay behind that tree! Don't you dare come near my pot!"

"..."

Seeing the old man's expression, as if guarding against a thief, Lyon couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

You old... Director, I was the one who brought those dozens of True God corpses, and this is how you treat me?

"Go, go, go! Hurry up!"

Seeing Lyon standing in place, seemingly reluctant to move, the old man took a half-step back, as if afraid of being tainted by some unseen filth. With a tense gaze, he urged Lyon again:

"Your Capricorn Technique... Well, when you're around, I don't feel at ease! My Forge Secret Art requires complete focus. Being too close might affect my performance!"

(End of Chapter)

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