My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character! - Chapter 679

Chapter 679: Chapter 679: Mortal and God
The Holy Emperor’s brother was bleeding on the ground, barely able to move his head. Even in death, he wanted to fight. But his body refused to listen to him. He could only accept his fate when he heard a voice.

“B-brother?” He raised his head and glanced at the Holy Emperor who felt different somehow.

Previously, his brother felt like he was a mortal that was only supported by the Holy Aura. As the cities fell, the power of faith that he could relieve from the citizens had also gone down.

As for his own Holy Aura, it was almost negligible since he was injured in his battle against the Necromancer Tower Master. At least that was the story that Eren’s clone had told the others to explain his present weakness.

Not many people doubted his words either. Even though none of them had actually seen the Holy Emperor’s battle with the Necromancer Tower Master, they could still imagine how fierce that battle must have been, in which an Overlord fell.

Everyone had accepted the reality that the Holy Emperor couldn’t fight in this battle. That’s why, they did everything to stop the others from reaching him. But now, something was clearly different.

The young man could see that his elder brother’s eyes were different. They weren’t filled with as much worries as they were filled with surreal calm.

Looking at those eyes, the young man felt that even if the sky was to fall, the Holy Emperor could hold it to save them. It was just like the Holy Emperor used to be before leaving for the war with the Necromancer Tower Master.

“Brother, have you… healed?” The young man thought of a possibility, but even he found it hard to believe. Could there really be such a good thing? Or was his brother using his last shred of strength to protect him?

He wasn’t wrong either. Eren truly felt relieved. After being amidst the gods and demigods all this time, he had finally returned to the lower world. He felt like a person who had finally returned to the safety of their home.

Even if he was surrounded by the enemies, he wasn’t frightened. His plan had worked. He was able to descend. Moreover, things weren’t as bad as he had initially expected.

When he glanced at the young man, who was supposed to be the Transmigrator of the Northern Continent, he could see his level. Even after growing stronger with deaths, he hadn’t gone beyond his reach.

His level was barely higher than the Necromancer Tower Master.

………

[Name: Rrokin]

[Level: 64]

[Identity: Transmigrator of the Northern Continent]

[Primary Main Bloodline: Undying Bloodline]

[Secondary Main Bloodlines: Ancient Godfall Bloodline]

[Guardian: None]

[Age: 20]

[Traits: Death-seeker]

[Stats]

[Strength: 15495]

[Agility: 19918]

[Stamina: 18793]

[Intelligence :78]

[Mana: 96448]

[Cultivation: None]

[Hero Grade: None]

[Goddess Protection: Goddess of Death]

[Main Physiques: Undying Physique]

………

If it was his old self, he would have been worried about facing such a monster. He was even stronger than the Overlords in certain aspects, not even counting his bloodline

Fortunately, things were different now. He had been to hell, and even to the Upper Realm. He gathered a lot of experience throughout his journey and leveling up in the process.

After every ten levels, there was a quantitative and qualitative change in a person’s strength. He was already over level 90 now, almost on the same level as a demigod.

With thirty levels worth of difference, no one here could threaten him. He was like a god walking amongst humans. Still, he wasn’t arrogant. The Holy Priestess was the main character. And these people always had plot armor from heaven that could turn the tides.

As she could use the Holy Powers, it meant that she had a connection with another goddess, different from the Goddess of Light. Maybe it was the goddess that was originally meant to rule over this land, until schemes pulled her down.

“How did you manage to get free?” Rrokin frowned.

One moment, the Holy Emperor was with his grasp. And the best moment, an unknown force freed him. Was this really the same Holy Emperor who couldn’t even resist him a minute ago? Or was he hiding his strength?

“So many familiar faces. It feels like a reunion.” Eren ignored Rrokin, and glanced at the Holy Priestess, who was saved by him in the past.

There was also the personal disciple of the Left Guardian of Necromancer Tower. It was because of him that her master had died and her family had been exterminated. He was quite surprised to find out that she was still alive.

It was his first time seeing the Transmigrator of the North. But what made Eren really interested, was not the threat that the man was for him. It was the special bloodline and the physique of that man.

He had thought that the man was able to revive and grow stronger because he also had a system. But now that he saw him personally, and checked his status screen, things weren’t that bad.

If it was a system, then he couldn’t steal it. But it was a bloodline ability and physique, then he could plunder it and make it his own.

With his fate as a villain, he had a natural trait of seeking death wherever he went. If his natural trait was supported by this bloodline, then wouldn’t he become invincible?

There was only one problem with this bloodline, which was also its biggest weakness. It was that the person had to be killed first. If they were imprisoned, then the bloodline was completely useless.

Eren was sure that there were only flaws with this bloodline as well. That’s why, the man hadn’t grown infinitely stronger by now. Even if he was a Transmigrator, he couldn’t have an ability that was too broken. There was always balance in nature.

Eren didn’t know the outer flaws in this bloodline, but they had worked in his favor so far. Even if there were flaws, he could always handle them later. Eren had planned to snatch the bloodline.