Chapter 391
There once was a boy.
He was born into a prosperous family, lacking for nothing even in chaotic times.
However—
- Senecta! Where are you?!
His father was a devil.
His father’s name was Sillage Visabar, a necromancer—one of those people the world scornfully called corpse-mongers.
His father, thinking it would be beneficial, forcibly implanted a Core into the heart of his three-year-old son.
But Sillage lacked skill, and the Core surgery was far too much for a three-year-old to endure. The boy’s Core was damaged, and he would spend the rest of his life tormented by pain from his heart.
The side effects were devastating. At just three years old, the boy’s body became wrinkled like an old man’s, his flesh bloated and burst. Inflammation and boils erupted across his body, and he coughed up blood twice an hour.
The maids who once bathed him gently couldn’t hide their disgust, their expressions betraying their revulsion.
His mother wept for a long time, holding her son, now a deformed monster, after the surgery failed. But Sillage, the one responsible, beat the boy instead, mocking him for being too weak to endure it.
The boy’s father, Sillage Visabar, was a beast.
He violated the mansion’s staff multiple times a day. He didn’t discriminate by gender or race, and even laid hands on family members. The boy’s sister, four years older, took her own life.
He indiscriminately bought slaves and war orphans, used them for pleasure, then skewered them when they were spent.
The boy’s father had a hobby of sipping wine while watching slaves die in agony.
It was a childhood from hell.
At ten years old, the boy was still suffering from the aftereffects of his father’s failed Core operation. He struggled desperately to escape the torment in his heart. He devoured every book on black magic in the mansion, and sought out others he couldn’t find.
Driven by a single conviction, to unravel the mystery of the Core and escape this unbearable pain, he worked relentlessly.
One day, he even attended a necromancer symposium held in the shadows, hungry for knowledge.
Then, to him—
- That’s an interesting theory.
—came a hand, extended.
- I’ll fund you. Conduct your research as you please.
While his father Sillage squandered the family fortune on women and drink, this man who offered to sponsor the boy was no less than a savior.
The boy converted a warehouse into a lab in secret, hiding from his father, and carried out countless human experiments. Corpses were plentiful in the mansion already, thanks to his father’s “play”, and rare races and grotesque creatures were among them.
Five more years passed, and on his fifteenth birthday—
He finally completed a forbidden black magic.
Its name: Devour.
Inspired by monsters that shed their skin to change form, he developed a technique to ingest another’s blood, flesh, and bones, then use black magic to reassemble them within his body, shedding his own and being reborn with the consumed body’s components.
- Where are you! My son, Senecta! I hear it’s your birthday today, so I shall personally take you as mine!
Drunk before noon, his father Sillage came staggering in, smashing down the door to the boy’s hidden lab.
- What is this?! What have you done?!
The boy’s expression turned cold.
He had begged the servants to keep this lab a secret, how could they betray him?
- Answer me, Senecta! What were you doing here in secret?!
The boy smiled.
- Father.
- Wh-what?
- Thank you for the meal.
From that day forward, the boy…..became Sillage.
- ……
He walked the mansion halls, and no one recognized him.
Not even the maids who used to bathe him, not even his own mother.
- Master. Your meal is ready.
A maid respectfully spoke. When the boy looked at her, she flinched and let out a squeak, raising her hands above her head and trembling.
How often must she have been beaten to react that way?
The boy gently extended his hand to the maid. The tearful young girl slowly raised her head and looked at him.
Smack!
And then, the boy struck her cheek with all his strength.
- Wretched thing, why did you hesitate?
- M-my apologies!
He had to stay hidden.
- Master. How shall we proceed with the afternoon’s execution?
- Make sure it’s not delayed.
If it became known that a son had killed his father, the family would collapse.
- Dear, what about our son, Senecta?
- Forget him.
The boy continued to treat everyone around him with cruelty.
Partly to maintain his disguise, but also because he was angry.
Even through the black magic Devour, he could not touch his heart or brain. While he could replicate even fingernails and birthmarks, the pain from the damaged Core remained.
Just because he became Sillage, that didn’t mean those who betrayed him should be freed from pain.
He would not suffer alone.
The boy was more faithful to the role of Sillage than anyone else. Sillage’s infamy only grew worse by the day.
- Is that Sillage?
- …The butcher.
- They say he kills and experiments on slaves and orphans.
- Horrifying.
When he attended a banquet, the nobles gossiped about his atrocities.
Sillage. Sillage. Sillage. Sillage.
The more people cursed his father, the better he felt.
Yes, more.
Curse him more.
More people must know of his father’s sins.
The boy flaunted his research and corpse experiments. Eventually, he developed a solution to mend his broken Core.
The Blood Core.
It was unlike existing Cores.
Anyone could implant or receive it easily, though it came with numerous drawbacks and the recipient’s lifespan would be shortened.
However, it was specialized for black magic in Haematology, and had exceptional output.
- This could become foundational technology.
He met once more with the man he’d encountered as a boy, the one who had funded him for decades. Even now, the man hadn’t aged a day.
- Won’t you join hands with me, for the sake of the truth of this world?
The boy was deeply moved by the man’s words.
Everything he spoke of was the very world the boy had dreamed of. He believed it was worth risking his life for.
And so, the boy and the man joined hands and the Blood Heaven Cult was born.
Under the name of Sillage, he committed countless atrocities and experiments in the name of the Blood Heaven Cult.
Until the wretched pain in his heart came to an end, until more people cursed the name of Sillage, and until he could reach the truth.
And when Sillage’s body began to grow old, the boy established a new rule within the Visabar family.
—The head of House Visabar shall only ever be Sillage Visabar.
— Upon the death of the current head, the successor shall inherit the name Sillage.
It was a strategy, of course, to preserve the name Sillage Visabar.
The boy fathered many sons, and from among them, he consumed the one in the best condition to become Sillage once more.
Son, grandson, and their descendants after them.
The boy and Sillage Visabar continued unbroken.
Immortality.
Only the boy knew the whole truth.
Before he even realized it,
- Kill them all.
- Bring the next corpse.
He had become the very thing he so despised—his father, Sillage Visabar.
Time passed, and the era of necromancers and priests dawned. Sillage Visabar VI served as professor of Haematology at Keyzen.
With the changing times, the image of a monstrous experimenter shifted into the reputation of a prestigious blood magic family.
- Young, vibrant hearts and Cores like that, I need them as offerings.
To offer the greatest heart as a sacrifice.
To finally initiate the long-awaited Apostle Resurrection Project.
He worked at Keyzen for twenty years.
Just as he was about to begin the plan to sacrifice 600 first-years, Keyzen suddenly dispatched Sillage on a mission to neutralize the Ring of Blood.
It was an unforeseen complication, but Sillage acted swiftly. He consumed the body of Walter Han, whom he had personally recommended as his successor, and returned to Keyzen.
Along the way, a brat named Simon interfered, but Sillage escaped using centuries of accumulated cunning and secret techniques of the Blood Heaven Cult that even Neftis didn’t know.
At long last, his long-cherished wish was about to come true.
“I’m not a fan of this black-and-white view of good and evil.”
And standing to stop him was that meddling Simon Follentia again. This time, Simon even had the power of a Legion Commander.
“You are the most horrifying evil on this continent, Sillage Visabar.”
Sillage responded with a twisted grin.
“I think so too.”
Simon pressed his lips into a firm line and glared silently at Sillage.
He looked amused.
Just how twisted was that man inside? Could such a comment actually sound like a compliment to someone so evil?
But beyond all of that, there was something fundamentally broken within that man.
“‘I think so too’, huh.”
Simon closed his eyes tightly, then looked back at Sillage again.
“You’ve switched bodies countless times over unthinkable spans of time, haven’t you.”
“……?”
“I’m not talking to that shell.”
Simon’s eyes flared open.
“I’m talking to you. Have you forgotten how humans even communicate? Wraith.”
At that one word from Simon, Sillage felt a shiver from deep within his chest.
‘He pierces the essence of all things. Impressive.’
It had been a long time since he felt his heart drop like this. He let his arms hang down.
“More importantly, I haven’t heard your answer yet, Simon Follentia.”
“I refuse.”
Simon snarled, pushing Herseba in front of him.
“Whatever it takes, I’ll stop you.”
“I see.”
Sillage spread his arms with a cold expression.
“Then you shall die here.”
<Sillage’s Original – Castle of Bloodstone>
Kwaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr—!
Behind Sillage, a crimson mineral—like blood-forged ruby—began rising, forming a towering castle.
“I’ll disassemble you so thoroughly they won’t even find a scrap of your corpse.”
A black magic that required preparation time.
Simon instinctively knew—once that castle was completed, it would all be over.
“Herseba! Now it really has to be the Third Authority! Please!”
[Aaah, seriouslyyy!]
Even she trembled, as if in distress.
[I don’t even know anymore!]
Fwooooshhhhhhhhh—!
Golden sand burst from her body, and Simon waved his staff to control it.
‘That sand… it’s not ordinary.’
‘I have to complete the dungeon before the castle finishes!’
The two men glared at each other, preparing their black magic. As Sillage’s Castle of Bloodstone reached completion, the surroundings turned entirely blood red.
An ultra-massacre magic that evaporated all blood in a wide radius, annihilating all living things.
And then—
Fwooooshhhhhhhhh—!
Herseba’s vast golden sand spread outward, engulfing both Simon and Sillage.
<Herseba’s Original – World of Sand>
As the Castle of Bloodstone radiated its crimson glow in all directions, the bodies of both men disappeared into the sand.
Superb.
When are we getting more free chapters?
Thanks for the new chapters
Very good story and translation but half the chapter aren't for free and it is wayyyy too expensive will it stat like tjis foreve or will it get free after some time