The Rise of the God of Death
Chapter 50: +5500 Years
Inside the weaponry, Daimon, Manmand, and Darren stood watching as Lucy's body began to tremble.
"Does she have a fever or something?" asked Nil, puzzled.
"It seems they've started to communicate," Manmand replied, narrowing his eyes.
"Based on her will alone… I think she'll manage," Daimon said proudly. "She's endured more than most even as a child."
"I agree," Nil added softly.
Lucy's aura surged wildly—unstable but growing stronger by the second.
"Heh, not bad, kid," Manmand muttered with a grin, crossing his arms. "One more step…"
"Uh, Master…" Nil said cautiously, still staring at Lucy.
"What is it?" Daimon asked.
"What makes you so sure she'll succeed?" Nil pressed.
"Good question," said Manmand, smirking. "I was thinking the same thing."
The two men leaned closer, curious. Daimon tried to look away, clearly uncomfortable.
"Uhh…"
Both of them stared harder.
"Alright, alright…" Daimon finally sighed. "That weapon—was used by one of my friends… long ago."
Manmand and Nil froze, their expressions shifting.
"So what?" asked Manmand. "It's been ages. I doubt they'd even remember you unless it's been… centuries."
"Well," Daimon said quietly, "we lived together for over two thousand years."
The two's jaws dropped instantly.
"WHAAAT?!" they shouted in unison.
"Uncle… how old are you, actually?!" Nil demanded.
"Umm… about fifty-five hundred years," Daimon answered awkwardly.
Silence.
Then—thud.
Both of them fainted.
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Meanwhile…
Lucy finally opened her eyes, sitting on the cold ground, a bright smile crossing her face as she felt the newfound power flowing through her veins. When she looked up, she froze—Manmand and Nil were both sprawled out unconscious, while Daimon stood silently between them.
"Huh… what happened?" Lucy asked.
"I told them something they couldn't handle," Daimon said casually, already walking away to look for Darren.
"Wait—where are you goi–"
He was gone before she could finish.
"Information…?" she murmured, confused.
Manmand groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up. "That information… is too much. How could a mere human handle that?"
"He sound more like a god now," Nil muttered, also waking up.
"You know he is one, right? " Manmand said, lowering his voice.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Lucy yelled.
The two exchanged pale looks, then said together,
"Your dad is over five thousand five hundred years old."
Lucy blinked. "Whaaaat—?!"
Thud. She fainted, too.
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Meanwhile again…
Daimon had already found Darren. Something was off—his aura flickered weakly, his face twisted in pain as if he were fighting something inside him. Daimon watched quietly, concern in his eyes. After a moment, Nil arrived.
"Is he okay?" Daimon asked, stepping closer.
Before Nil could answer, Darren's eyes snapped open.
"Damn it!" he shouted, throwing the sword on the ground.
"YOU STUPID DRAGON! IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!!!"
Daimon blinked. "…Umm."
"Oh, hey old man," Darren said casually, as if nothing happened.
"DON'T ACT NORMAL AFTER THAT!" Nil yelled furiously.
"Oh, hey, Glasses."
"SHUT UP!" Nil barked.
Daimon pinched the bridge of his nose. "What happened, Darren?"
"I chose this sword," Darren said, holding it up—a massive silver greatsword lined with a streak of blue down the center. The handle was shaped like a black dragon, faint sparks of lightning dancing along its edge. It was perfect for him… except for one thing.
"It's a Kami-grade weapon," Daimon noted.
"That damned blue dragon said I'm too weak," Darren muttered bitterly.
"Well… it's four ranks above you," Nil said matter-of-factly.
"I could break through Monarch if I got serious!" Darren protested.
"Still, three ranks are no joke," Daimon replied calmly.
"How is that?" Darren frowned.
"The strength needed to advance doubles every rank," Daimon explained. "For example—a Monarch needs double his current power to reach God. Then a God needs double that to reach Archgod. The higher you go, the harder it becomes to grow stronger. A Lord needs the strength of two Lords to ascend—but for an Archgod, it requires the power of two Archgods to reach Absolute God. Kami and Supreme Gods… have their own rules entirely."
"Ohh, I see," Nil said, nodding. Darren, meanwhile, just stood there blankly, still not understanding.
"Anyway—screw that sword!" Darren yelled.
"If you didn't spend half your training lying on the ground, you'd be way stronger by now," Daimon said dryly.
"Not because I'm lazy—but because I was DYING!" Darren shouted back.
The three walked together toward the forge, where Manmand and Lucy were waiting.
What awaited them there… or what Daimon was truly planning—no one knew.
But one thing was certain:
It was something dangerous… and exciting