CHAPTER 113 HOPE (PART TWO)

Tragically, most of the people who had participated in the experiments died on the spot. A few of them

became dozens of times stronger than before, but their consciousness was out of control, meaning,

they went insane. Gradually, they became fiends in the end, which had increased the number of their

enemies.

Upon seeing the scenarios from the past, Darren could only gulp because of mixed emotions. Among

those people who participated in the experiments, only one strong person got eighty percent of

success. And after knowing who he was, Darren was astonished.

That successful man was exactly the Demon King Andrew, who had been buried in the mysterious

bronze coffin. He was a powerful emperor at that time, known for the countless battles that he won.

After the assimilation, Andrew created a masterpiece of demonic skills. And his strength improved

sharply and he almost reached the Holy Realm. His power was truly that of a king.

But why Andrew could only be considered eighty percent successful. Darren also witnessed this.

Even with the power of a king, Andrew couldn't condense the demon core. It meant that his strength

stalled at that level and couldn't be improved further, leading him to only attain eighty percent success.

Actually, Twelve had felt the demon core's presence instantly while Darren was transforming into a

fiend. After all, Twelve's ability and experience were extraordinary. And that was why he was so excited

just now as he witnessed one of the extraordinary things he had ever seen. This moment was

remarkable for him.

Now, it was apprehended that Darren could transform into a fiend. It meant that the human race's

experiments succeeded eventually. There was one person who could transform into a fiend, and at the

same time, had the ability to control himself. A person that could save the human race.

Feeling confused, Darren still couldn't understand why the witcher was so excited. Yes, he could

transform into a fiend. But what did it matter to the witcher?

So Darren said, "Sir, I can transform into a fiend. That's true." Twelve only nodded with a big smile.

Darren continued, "But what does it have to do with your decision to consume your Witcher Power to

send me out?"

"My kid, we have suppressed the giant devil for thousands of years. But our power will run out one day.

And that day is coming soon. You are aware of that.

Even if I don't consume Witcher Power, we twelve witchers can only suppress it for eight hundred years

at most. And other major Holy Lands may be in the same situation.

It had been dismembered to eight parts by Hiram the Great before. But once one of its parts escapes,

the world will be in chaos, and any Holy Land can't stop it. At that time, its eight parts will be together at

the end, and it'll come back again. It's frightening, but it is true.

Just now, we felt that there was a kind of striking power in your brain. So we were aware that you are a

difference-maker and decided to send you out. We thought you could help us finish this long war of

escapade. And I am glad we made the right choice.

Knowing that you can transform into a fiend, we are even happier. We can be saved. Darren, you know,

you gave us many surprises today. After I send you out, we can only suppress it for five hundred years

at most. We hope that you can make great progress and become as strong as Hiram the Great during

this period. If one day the devil really comes back to the world, we want someone who can stand out

from the crowd and defend the human race bravely. You are the only one whom we can trust," Twelve

said gloomily. He was worried about what might happen now, yet relieved because they found Darren.

Now, Darren understood everything. Those powerful witchers actually thought that he would become a

savior in the future. He was doubtful of himself but what could he do about Twelve's moving words? He

couldn't decline for a second.

"Don't worry, sir. I assure you I'll fight for the human race if that day comes," Darren replied respectfully

with a smile.

The witcher nodded pleasantly. He was relieved to meet such a potential human boy. The eighty

percent power that he sacrificed turned out to be the best service.

"By the way, I found you built the third level Spirit Power by yourself. It's very helpful for your growth.

Good thing you've obtained it," the witcher said to change the topic. The witcher wanted to know more

about this special young lad.

"Well, I couldn't catch up. Could you be more specific, Sir?" Darren asked with twitched eyebrows. He

didn't know the function of the Spirit Power. This seemed to be a problem for him. He accumulated

varying powers without knowing their functions. Gladly, he always met masters that knew how to make

use of the powers he had.

"Possessing the third level Spirit Power means you can already access to some rules and utilize some

simple power of rules. It's a good skill. For example, among human beings, those so-called rule

cultivators are the result of the exploration of Spirit Power.

But all of their Spirit Powers are under level thirty-six. So they can only use some simple rules to make

runes, weapons, pills and so on. Actually, you've already had those skills at present. As for how you

can use them, you should explore it by yourself.

And one more thing you need to know is that Spirit Power can grow. I can promote your Spirit Power.

But if I really do that, even though I just increase one level of your Spirit Power, I'm afraid that you'll

evolve into a witcher. Witcher is not human and you can never leave here if you become one. You must

not like that, right? So you can only improve your Spirit Power outside here. The higher your Spirit

Power is, the better your ability to use rules will be. But remember, you should also keep your Spirit

Power under level thirty-six. Otherwise, you'll evolve into a witcher as well," The witcher explained

thoroughly, enlightening Darren's baffled mind.

"Thanks for your instruction, sir," said Darren. He was happy to meet someone as good as him that

could help him improve his hidden skills.

The witcher nodded and said, "Well, it's time to send you out. Kid, remember what I've told you and

keep striving. If that day comes, I really hope that you can stand out with enough strength." exclusive content.

"I will, sir. Thank you again for everything," Darren replied. Then he held Elsa and said, "Sir, I must

leave here with Elsa. I hope it won't be much of a burden."

"All right, no problem. It takes almost as much Witcher Power to send two people out as it does to send

one anyway. I'll send you two out together even though it needs more Witcher Power. I'm very pleased

to meet you, kid." As Twelve was saying, his hands began to pose some strange gestures. And whirls

of Witcher Power began to release. Before Darren could respond, a beam of light struck his eyes.

Howl!

It was that moment that a deafening roar called out. Then the bloody paw broke through layers of

barriers and suppression, and insanely, extended directly to Darren. It was not easy to control.

"Oh no. It has been dormant all these years. It already has the strength to break through the shackle.

What should we do?"

a witcher asked, but no one answered as they were focused on the spell. The eleven witchers near the

blood pool were totally shocked. Then they, in a panic, released blasts of power to suppress that devil.

But the bloody paw still extended to Darren flashily. He might get hurt if it would still go berserk.

However, Twelve didn't stop, he increased the speed of changing gestures. There would be no way for

him to spoil the success now. Darren should not be trapped here, as he still had a mission to fulfil for

the human race.

After a while, a light door appeared and opened slowly at the end of the passage. Finally, a portal

opened.

Being frightened and agitated, Darren held Elsa and rushed out to that door at his fastest speed. No

time should be wasted.

However, simultaneously, the bloody paw just touched Darren's arm, then scratched and wounded him.

The bloody paw felt something strange upon this.

A drop of blood slid from his arm and dropped onto the bloody paw. The blood was very unique to the

bloody paw's senses. At this moment, Darren's figure vanished completely. He could go back to the

outside now.

Meanwhile, Twelve didn't notice the tiny scene as he was too focused on creating a passage for

Darren.

Under the witchers' crazy suppression, the huge paw fell into the blood pool again. The ambiance

finally toned down. And everything went back to normal once again.