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Chapter 204  Forging the Sword of Negativity!

Chapter 204

The fading light seemed to herald the approach of something darker, more ominous.

However, today was clearly not the night when the moon would rise.

It was a moonless night.

Oliver patiently waited as he leaped onto the hotel's roof and stood there, gazing at the sky without moving. The vast expanse of stars above him remained concealed by the thick, clouded sky, casting the world into a deeper, more unsettling darkness. The cool night air brushed against his skin, but he remained motionless, his focus unwavering.

He watched as the sun disappeared, and the darkness thickened by the moment.

The last traces of light were swallowed by the creeping night, leaving behind an oppressive silence that seemed to envelop everything. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The world below grew quieter, the city's lights flickering on one by one as the night took over.

The hum of distant traffic faded into the background, and the soft murmur of people moving about the streets became almost nonexistent, as if the city itself was holding its breath.

"It's close…" His voice was a whisper, barely audible, as he felt the espera around him shift.

He murmured to himself as he leaped off the hotel's roof, heading out of the city. His feet barely touched the ground, his movements swift and fluid, blending seamlessly into the shadows that draped the narrow streets. His body moved swiftly, the ground a blur beneath him as he pushed forward into the night. There was no spot in the city suitable for creating the Sword of Negativity.

He didn't want to risk causing irreversible damage to the city or getting noticed by the major powers outside.

Of course, with his identity as the young master of the Mystic Purge Clan, no one would dare trouble him openly. But power drew attention, and he wasn't ready for curious eyes to pry into his affairs just yet. But he didn't want to stand out so brazenly, and he certainly didn't want anyone disturbing the process of forming the Sword of Negativity.

He quickly passed through the city gates, easily bypassing the guards by using his cloak to hide his presence. The guards stood lazily at their posts, completely unaware of the shadow slipping past them, as if the night itself had swallowed him whole. The faint shimmer of the cloak enveloped him, making him blend seamlessly into the shadows. He appeared some distance away from the city.

"The darkness will soon reach its peak, and that will be the signal to start!" His voice was steady, filled with anticipation as he gazed at the horizon where the last remnants of twilight had long faded.

Oliver didn't hesitate any longer and took out the void dust from his mindspace. The air around him seemed to shift slightly as if recognizing the ominous power he was about to unleash.

A thick pouch filled with glowing black sand appeared as he occupied a spot in front. The black particles glittered faintly in the moonless night, their glow almost otherworldly, casting eerie reflections onto the surrounding ground.

Taking out the void dust, he started spreading it onto the ground, arranging the void dust exactly as he had learned.

Each grain of dust fell with precision, as though he were weaving together the threads of a grand, cosmic design.

First, he drew a circle, then proceeded to make complex structures inside the circle, as if he were drawing a runic design. The shapes and symbols he traced into the ground began to pulse faintly, an ancient rhythm that seemed to resonate with the deeper forces of the universe.

It became incredibly complex as he kept spreading the void dust onto the ground.

However, with the knowledge firmly sealed in his memories, he had no problems arranging the patterns on the ground slowly.

Finally, an extremely complex array was finished, and no sooner did Oliver place the last bit of void dust to complete the structure, it started to react, and a deep, unsettling energy began to gather on the surface of the circular array.

The darkness was now at its peak, and everything was darker than ever. It was a suffocating kind of darkness, one that swallowed sound and light alike, leaving only the presence of the malevolent energy building beneath him.

Oliver noticed these changes and quickly took the next step. His heart quickened, not out of fear, but with the thrill of what was about to unfold. Following the guide in his memory, he did not hesitate and stepped inside the circular array, walking up to stand at the central point.

The unsettling energy intensified and began to seep directly into his body without hesitation. It was cold and heavy, like a flood of ink pouring into his veins, filling every corner of his being with its oppressive weight.

A deep chill emerged from the depths of his heart as he felt the ominous negativity gathering in his body. His breath hitched slightly as the coldness spread, tendrils of darkness curling into his mind, whispering thoughts not entirely his own. It seemed to affect every part of him, be it his heart or his mind.

Usually, with such terrifying negative energy entering someone, they would lose control of their mind, and their heart and mind would be corrupted by intense negative emotions and dangerous thoughts.

But who was Oliver?

Abyss energy flooded every corner of his body as if it were his own blood, directly covering the negativity that was gathering and suppressing it. The dark energy wrestled against his own power, but Oliver's control was absolute. The abyssal force within him surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing over the negativity and bending it to his will. This allowed Oliver to maintain a strong hold over the negativity.

Oliver noticed that the negativity was extremely overbearing, confirming what he had suspected. The source of negativity was born from the invisible part of the universe.

It felt ancient, primal, as if it had existed long before the stars themselves had begun to burn.