Chapter 66.5 (Patreon)

Author Note: The first "alternate-POV chapter". Thinking doing this kind of in the future for patrons, when I think it would be an interesting chapter to do it on (shocked bystander when Zac starts rampaging like a Godzilla in a human settlement? ;)). This one will be released as a public daily chapter due to its full length and containing various new information though. So this brings $10 tier to 13 chapters ahead. My goal for this week is to push that to at least 15, now that I don't have to crank out any more bonus chapters ;)

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Ogras swatted some flies out of his face as he walked through the alien landscape. His decisions had been born out of desperation, but it was just now that the fact that he was stranded on this foreign planet truly hit home.

The two suns in the sky were even more glaring now that the soothing canopy of the incursion had disappeared, and the bombardment of colors were unsettling. Everywhere he could only see forests, and no civilization was in sight. He missed the bars, the pruned hunting grounds, and the whores. Gods, the whores! Why hadn’t he insisted on bringing along a brothel instead of a few of the farmers? Even though he had cultivated a horrible reputation in his Clan he wasn’t the type of man who would force himself upon an unwilling woman. Unfortunately the very same reputation was what now kept the town’s women at arm’s length. He spat in annoyance and could only continue.

Still, though he had lost many things, he had gained perhaps something even greater. Freedom. He brought up his heavenly screen and took a look.

Name Ogras Azh'Rezak

Level 53 (73)

Class Shadowblade (F)

Race Daemon (F)

Alignment -

Titles Demon Slayer I, Adventurer, Giantsbane, Disciple of David, Overpowered, Tower of Eternity – 3rd floor, Astral Pond – 20m, Full of Class, Rarified Being

Dao Seed of Shadows - Early

Strength 112

Dexterity 134

Endurance 58

Vitality 58

Intelligence 38

Wisdom 35

Luck 23

Free Points 0

Nexus Coins 300

Gone was the Alignment to his old Clan, leaving the space a liberating blank. Gone was also the constant need for machinations and pretension. Gone was constantly looking over his shoulder, afraid that he would be the 8th and last sibling to be killed by jealous clan members.

The surviving daemons would soon understand the true Ogras. There already had been some murmurs of discontent from the search parties that had been stuck in the mines when the countdown began.

It was on his orders that they had entered mines, and now they were stuck on this baby world. Many of the warriors didn’t wish to stay here, as their status would have keep them somewhat safe even in the case of a return in defeat.

But soon they would understand that even without his ancestor his title as leader was unshakeable.

Ogras inwardly groaned at the fact that The Ruthless Heavens actually had confiscated the nexus coins of everyone when they stayed behind. He had never heard about this and swore at the information missive he had bought at the Pavilion of Myriad Eyes. It had been exorbitantly expensive and should have covered everything one needed to know about venturing into a baby world.

He was approaching the level and attribute limits as well. He had been furiously leveling up from his unimpressive level since he had arrived, since the limitations finally allowed him to quickly power up in peace without Rydel or others finding out. He had kept himself at a low level on purpose earlier in order to not let anyone realize his high stat growth.

He was one of the few in the clan with a Rare class. Combined with his achievements in the Tower of Eternity his progress would outpace almost everyone in the Clan. Normally it would have been cause for celebration, but for his branch it was a death sentence. But now he could finally grow into the limit, and focus on his constitution. He grimaced at the fact that the human had snatched both the fruits, and now was gone.

Ogras could only hope that he could find the body and the Cosmic Bag as soon as the poison cleared out in the mountains. If the fruits were lost he would have to slowly cultivate his body until it evolved, and that would likely take years and years.

Finally he arrived at the area where they had found the small camp. And as he activated [Omniscient Eyes] after walking around for a few hours found the bubble of the illusion array. After testing it out he found it was a simple one-layer array, with no defensive or offensive options.

He entered and his eyes fell upon the base of operations of Clan Azh’Rezak’s nemesis. Even though things had turned out somewhat okay for him, Ogras couldn’t help but to become pissed off at the sight. This human lived like some kind of animal in a dirty metal hovel and still had managed to bring about the downfall of their invasion?

There were scraps of items and rags strewn about the campsite and the domicile the native lived in was actually a large can. The can was dented and in disrepair, and there were even splotches of blood on it. As he walked in he immediately was too depressed to continue the search and quickly left the cage. To live like this and not go crazy must have required certain mental fortitude as Ogras was getting stressed out just thinking about spending the night in there.

There was another metal contraption in the camp and after going over it for some time Ogras realized that it was not another odd domicile, but rather a transportation device. It seemed like it was an extremely rudimentary version of the contraptions he had heard the Technocrats used to traverse the multi-verse.

He knew that some baby-planets had gone an impressive depths into what the Technocrats called the Dao of Technology. But of course The Ruthless Heavens didn’t acknowledge that Dao, so most newly integrated worlds soon discarded it for the pursuit of the true Dao and mastery of cosmic energy.

But this wasn’t why he was here. He quickly walked up to the large crystal, which should be the Nexus Node he had read about. The City Lords in his own home world each had one as well, but they were fiercely guarded treasures, so he had never seen one before.

The missive had said that when the mission failed he and the other daemons would be barred from attaining System-sanctioned properties and towns for roughly a decade, but he needed to make sure. If he could gain ownership of the crystal he would gain the tools to not only survive, but to thrive in this new world.

While they were on a desolate island he knew they weren’t safe. Even if no one came and they could safely stay hidden The Ruthless Heavens wouldn’t allow the peace to continue forever. It thrived and existed for conflict after all.

He touched the Nexus Node, infusing it with his cosmic energy. But it was as though it hit a wall, and couldn’t enter the crystal. He bit his finger and dropped some blood on it, but it wasn’t absorbed, and only ran along its smooth surface.

Ogras sighed in disappointment. It seemed that he couldn’t integrate his town after all. They would have to do everything themselves. At least there were quite a few daemons who stayed behind that would be useful in building up a sphere of influence, sanctioned or not by The Ruthless Heavens.

A movement in the distance immediately grabbed Ogras’ attention and he whirled around. His eyes widened as he saw the very same human that he had met in the mountain valley. How the hell had he survived? Was he a walking behemoth that just couldn’t be killed?

As Ogras watched this grimy looking man look at the footsteps of the search parties and lumber around trying to act sneaky he grimaced. This man is who caused the downfall of Clan Azh’Rezak? He looked like a thoroughbred lunatic, without any hair at all on his face, and dressed in rags and a ripped up lady’s gown.

Sometime since the mountains he appeared to have lost his shoes as well, walking along with his impractically soft bare feet. Was he intentionally looking like an idiot in order to lower his enemies’ guards? Genius. He also looked like he had been used as a dummy for target practice, with scars covering all parts of his exposed skin.

But the scars where far less pronounced compared to when he had seen the human up in the mountain. Before they had been grisly jagged lines along his body and face, making him look mutilated, and now they were simply thin white lines.

The human had eaten a Fruit of Ascension. Ogras’ teeth immediately started to itch when he saw that this human had gobbled up a supreme treasure, probably without knowing its value. His eyes soon moved to the pouches on the human’s belt and his eyes lit up with greed. His Fruit of Ascension had delivered itself to him. At least he hoped the stupid brute hadn’t eaten both of them.

He retrieved his spear from his pouch. It was made from a rare metal that could only be found thousands of meters down in the depths of the Black Sea, and weighted over 200 kilograms which gave it a nice weight compared to normal light steel. Most importantly it could absorb shadows and help him unleash his attacks in a far more deadly manner.

This was a great opportunity for him to break through his limits and truly become the leader of the island. But as he watched the human fumble around his eyes moved to the Nexus Node in hesitation. After a brief pause he placed his weapon back into his pouch, and quickly wiped off any traces of blood from the crystal.

He instead brought out a large table and a comfortable chair and sat down. Soon a tray of fruits was placed on top of the table. Ogras knew that these fruits from his home-world were of limited quantity now that the Nexus Hub was closed, but strong first impressions were paramount.

Of course, he also charged up tens of shadow blades in the shadows below the table, just in case it came to blows.

Soon the human seemed to have come to a decision to enter the illusion array. He brought out one of the standard regiment axes he likely had taken from some scout, and then a mottled shield. For Ogras the whole thing looked like a play, as he could watch the whole thing unnoticed behind the array.

But he knew that this was no joke. This human seemed to be close to the limits in at least strength, and maybe endurance as well. He was a monstrously strong cockroach that apparently couldn’t be killed. He mentally controlled his shadow blades to be ready to strike at moment’s notice, but adorned a lackadaisical face.

Soon the human charged in through the array, weapons at the ready.

“You natives truly are barbarians, so aggressive.” Ogras said with a theatrical sigh, as the almost unnoticeable blades inched closer. It was time to get creative.