Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Praise The Harvester!
Chapter 380 – Praise The Harvester!

Vaela Aurora Crimson was crouching down on her knees, in the middle of the dungeon, her masked face showing eyes shimmering with peace and tranquility.

Her appearance didn’t change one bit.

She wore tight black pants with a red sleeved shirt. On the back of it, the symbol of the Crimson Veil was beautifully etched. Her legs were wrapped by high black boots made to work on muddy grassy fields.

Her hands swirled, darted below and around the carpet of crimson flowers that surrounded her like a conductor in an orchestra. The flowers seemed to glow and sing with her.

Beside her, a bucket of water and some other materials like mangled powder of red leaves and blood of Grandmaster-ranked beasts lay peacefully.

She used each of these products in perfect order and with focus, making the flowers shine a brighter hue.

Ahead of her, in the middle of this crimson garden, jutted upwards menacingly a statue. The statue was painted in black and red, made of stone and melted steel, depicting the figure of a man.

A man around eighteen years old, masked face that didn’t hide the crimson glow of his starry eyes. He wore imperial clothes, a luxurious aura emitting from them, while a blood-red sword was hanging at his belt.

On the chest of the man was the symbol of the Crimson Veil. A pair of eyes dripping with blood.

The whole statue was glowing like crimson stars in a dark night.

Below, the name of the being was scribed beautifully, an overwhelming power rolling out from it.

The Harvester — Lord of Crimson, Bearer of Stars.

From time to time, one could see the children saved from the hands of the Cerveau walking around. All of them, without exception, spared Vaela a bow of respect.

Next, they would bow deeper in front of The Harvester’s sculpture, and went on their way.

They had grown up now. All of them bearing an Origin.

“You are still tending the flowers?” A voice echoed behind, heavy and rasping.

Vaela didn’t need to stop nor turn her head to know the person talking. The arrival of this person was accompanied by the scent of ashes and the halting sound of clacking steel.

“It’s the birthday of my dear soon, Architect.” Vaela answered, pouring green blood on the ground around the flowers, “I had the urge to make this place brighter.”

“Do you plan to do something for him?” Nihilia inquired, not approaching Vaela.

The Seer never liked her to get close to her flowers, which she named Harvester’s Flowers, because she always reeked of ashes.

A rude thing to say, considering she was the one who made her work all day and night long.

All to forge the gears and artifacts of the Crimson Veil.

She was being exploited, she realized. Yet Smith dared not complain. The last time she did, the Seer made her build Kaden’s statue from scratch.

Besides, Architect didn’t truly dislike her current station. It had been a while since she was able to fully dedicate herself to her craft.

Now she could.

It had been two years. The Crimson Veil didn’t expect her to do anything else except create artifacts. Anything else, she was free to do as she pleased, as long as the Crimson was unharmed.

In a sense, she had never felt this free despite her busy schedule.

Freedom…what a strange concept.

“For now,” Vaela spoke, summoning Smith’s mind back to the current situation, “the only thing I can do for my dear is to increase his fame. The worlds must know how great The Harvester is.”

Smith smiled at her words, her dark eyes edged with intense emotion.

The Seer finally stopped her work. Unhurriedly, she exerted force on her legs and straightened her spine. She shifted her head, looking at Smith above her left shoulder,

“Where are the four Apostles?” She asked.

“All of them are currently on their missions.” Smith answered. “Crimson contacted us, she has finished her mission. Silver is already on her way back, while Bald is asking if he can just slaughter all of them.”

“Tell him if he does that, he will be under Anthropologist’s care for the next three months.”

Smith stifled a laugh. She could already see Bald smashing his bald head on the ground at that simple thought.

Nothing was more infernal to the children than being under Anthropologist. He would never stop rambling about all kinds of events that happened in the past.

It was agony.

“What about White?” Vaela asked again. “I expected him to be the one to finish first.”

Smith shrugged. “You know how White is. Never serious. But he called yesterday night, saying he would conclude today.”

Vaela nodded faintly, then looked overhead, at the yellow sun shining like a disk on a white sky. A pensive aura shrouded her from all sides.

Smith immediately fell silent. When the Seer was in this state, it meant a mission would soon be given.

And indeed,

“The Celestial Empire?” She asked faintly.

“The coronation of the new empress, Sora Asterion, will be held in a week. It’s already known.”

“What have the Pagoda and those stinky wolves been doing?”

“Like always.” Smith answered. “The Pagoda is still mysterious. It’s difficult to know their dealings because we cannot enter inside. They seem to select their members in a strange way.”

“For the wolves, rumors say they are lurking around the Celestial Empire. They have already partially succeeded in obtaining half of the past Silver City. They changed it into a city of ragtag crime, with piss, shit, and blood all around.”

Nihilia’s face winced in disgust. “Shall we do something about it?”

Vaela shook her head. “No need. Our concern is not there. Our concern should be the Wolves’ Kingdom itself.”

“Why?” Smith asked.

“Something I wish to obtain.” She simply said. “White is not too far from there, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell him to go directly there. He will receive the direction of his mission as always.”

She grinned, her eyes shining with bright crimson stars,

“Tell him to look at the sky at night in two days.”

“A crimson star shall deliver him the message.”

Smith’s body shuddered in awe, then she bowed her head deeply,

“I shall, Seer.” She said, voice dripping with love and devotion,

“Praise The Harvester!” She fanatically said.

Vaela’s smile widened,

“Praise The Harvester.”

…

Meanwhile, inside a luxurious mansion reeking of blood and fear…

“I want you to say it.” A voice whispered.

The voice came from an old woman, so old that her whole face looked like mangled flesh and bones. Her body was hunched, trembling constantly.

Yet the dagger dripping blood didn’t shake one bit in her wrinkled hand. She fixed her old grey eyes on the man lying on the ground.

Not a man, truly. A demi-beast with wolf features.

His body was riddled with wounds, blood gushing out from every hole. He looked at the old woman, face contorted in fear.

“W-Why? I have done nothing but help you!” He bellowed, breath coming out in brutal gasps, “I found you on the streets and put you under my roof! W—!”

“Don’t waste my time.” The old woman cut him briskly, squatting down while caressing the hairy throat of the man with her dagger in tender care.

He only trembled further.

She looked at him with gentle eyes. “Don’t make me torture you. I have wasted enough time already. Crimson would laugh if I am scolded.”

She smiled. “So make it easy and say it.”

“S-Say what?”

“Praise The Harvester.” The old hag ordered.

The man was puzzled, but before he got time to think, she stabbed his left eye.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!”

His jaw cracked, and wrenching cries erupted from it.

Tears began to fall, snot and saliva smearing the air.

“Praise The Harvester.”

“YOU—!”

This time his left ear was cut cleanly.

Another shriek of agony.

“Praise The Harvester.”

This time, the beast understood the message. So without any hesitation,

“P-PRAISE THE HARVESTER! PRAISE THE HARVESTER! PRAISE—!”

STAB—!

His throat was pierced, making the man gurgle on his blood, yellow beastly eyes dilating in horror as he watched the gentle smile of the old woman before dying.

His eyes lost all life, staring listlessly at the ceiling.

The old woman looked at the scene with dark glee. Next, she threw away the dagger beside the corpse.

Right at that point, her body began to shift and transmute, like water into ice. In seconds, a young boy around twelve years old appeared.

His hair, eyes, eyelashes, and skin were all as pale as snow. He wore a black robe with eyes dripping blood etched on his back.

White smiled, then turned around, going out of the luxurious room. He passed through a spilled cup of purple substance. The substance made the carpet charred and dark.

Out of the room, he walked through dozens of corpses, all dead with shock frozen in their eyes.

“I need to finish missions more quickly.” White whispered. “I don’t want to listen to Crimson babbling in my ears, nor the arrogant stoic face of Silver. As for Bald, damn that brute. Always wanting to fight me.”

He cursed, yet his face was still smiling.

Arriving at the door of the mansion, he turned his head and looked at the scene he had created. His smile widened.

“You saved me? What a fool. You are nothing but a man who obtained all his money by selling the organs of beggars.”

He shook his head. He took out a vial of blood and drank it. Next, his body transformed into a white cat just before passing through the door.

Yet soon after, his runic communication tool flared, and a voice whispered inside his ears.

“Apostle White, another mission from the Seer. Location is the Wolves’ Kingdom. Look at the night sky in two days, for a Crimson Star shall guide you.”

“Praise The Harvester.”

The call ended.

White only smiled while running on four legs,

“Another mission? Heheheh.”

“Praise The Harvester!”

—End of Chapter 380—