The Archangel of Death - Chapter 442

442: Do Not Read 442: Do Not Read Chapter 2 Well, how should I say it?

It’s been three years since I ended up in this strange place.

A strange place?

Well, it was just an underground cell, made especially for me.

But it wasn’t the strangest part about it.

No.

It was this body.

It wasn’t mine.

At first, I was surprised.

Then I tried to communicate with the outside, but my only companion was a guard, well, a set of guards, but their shift changed every eight hours, so I was left with only one person.

I didn’t know what my crime was.

No one was very keen on talking to me.

I would talk to them, but they wouldn’t utter a reply.

I was simply imprisoned here.

For how long, well, I only remembered as back as three years.

What about before that?

I had no idea.

As for this child whose body I had occupied, I could only say he seemed no more than fifteen.

Three years ago that would have been twelve and there wasn’t much twelve year old could be convicted of.

Whatever crime this child had committed must have been a pretty serious one for such a harsh punishment that didn’t seem like would end any time soon.

I looked at the tray of food, well, if I could call it food.

Not only was it insult to food, but also…

“Once again.” I muttered as I threw threw the food into a corner and put the empty tray back.

There was poison in the food.

Someone, for the last three years, had been trying to poison me, or at least this child.

Once again, I couldn’t help but wonder what this child had done.

I sighed and laid down on my back.

I didn’t know what had happened to me.

Why the emperor of Roswell empire was in the body of this child?

Where was I?

Was I still in my empire?

Or was this place somewhere else?

Questions and questions but no answer in sight because all that was in my sight was this four by four cell which was barely enough for me to spread my legs.

I looked around and since I didn’t have anything to do, I decided to work on my escape.

Well, I decided that a long time ago when my attempts at negotiations or a simple conversation ended three years ago.

‘But this body really is something…’ I couldn’t help but think and sigh again.

If in my past life, in my original one, I couldn’t hold mana and aura in my body because they’d converge into me in great density, then I couldn’t hold mana and aura in this body because it’d explode.

No, it literally would explode.

This body couldn’t handle even the thinnest form of mana or aura.

But it did have some affinity with something else.

Not to a great extent, but it did have some affinity with spiritual energy which was in abundance in this world.

It was like the consumption rate of this world in regards to the spiritual energy was too less.

The simplest of example about that would be that if this world had ten points of mana when it was created, then it had about eight points of it.

Even if mana was a natural power and it could regenerate until the end of time, the density or the purity would lower with time.

The reason being it was used.

Spiritual energy, on the other hand, was barely used in this world.

If it was ten when it was created, then it was still ten in terms of purity and density.

So, for three years, that was what I focused on.

Spiritual energy came from spirits and every world had its own spiritual world, or so according to my master.

Spiritual energy was only applicable in two regards.

Life extension and elemental control.

Spirits were of many elements, such as fire, air, the basic ones, and then there were the not so basic ones such as resentment, ill will and so on.

Spiritual energy, unlike mana or aura, was stored in the mind so it gave one a clear and pristine mind as well.

If I had to put it in simpler terms, than it didn’t affect the physique of a person much but it did enhance their life force by a great degree.

By a very, very great degree.

So I had nothing but life to burn.

Of course, I didn’t have it in infinity, but I could still use some of my life force for some basic spells of sorcery or witchcraft.

One of the most basic spells was to enhance the physical strength of an individual for a set period of time.

In my state, every day for three years, I could only cast the spell for an hour.

But that hour was enough.

As I may have mentioned before, the mana in this world would explode this body if gathered in it.

Even if I were to make my body temporarily strong, the mana would explode my body afterwards.

So keeping it in my body wasn’t an option.

What I needed to do was to make it so I could create pockets of mana, or in other words, condensed form of mana that could be manifested in physical form and could be used to cast basic spells or, depending on the mana supplied, a big one.

The big one I had decided on was a teleportation spell.

A teleportation spell, anywhere between a 100-200 km was a simple eighth circle spell and it wasn’t as complex as those of the lower level teleportation spells such as short range blink or long range blink.

But, as one could guess, for an eight circle spell, I’d need a great amount of mana, so for three years, the first thing I made was a mana seal of a spatial pocket on my arm.

It was a simple cubic space which was about half the size of this cell.

It wasn’t even enough to store ten dead bodies stacked on each other.

But, it was enough to store hundreds and thousands of mana beads that I had created in these last three years.

I had no source of information so I was a little shaky on my destination.

I mean, for all I knew, I could straight up teleport into a volcano, so what I needed to do was to cast another spell, an array, that would send a mana pulse to my surroundings, and then return back, giving me a rough visual of my surroundings.

And today, all preparations were done.

Just as I was thinking of escaping, the door to the cell opened, to my surprise and a woman in pristine clothing and looks entered.

She was wearing a stunning blue dress with a corset underneath that pushed her milky white chest out.

Her skin color was the same and her eyes matched her dress, sky blue.

Looking at me as dark hair cascaded down to her waist, she said, “I see you’ve grown, son of Michelson.” “…” I remained silent.

I didn’t know how I looked but I was sure of one thing; this woman didn’t hold any sort of warmth for me in her eyes.

But she didn’t hold scorn either, her eyes portraying nothing but a slight scrunity as if she was looking for someone else in me.

“What?

Are you a mute?” She asked.

I still remained silent in return and when she saw no response escape my lips, she clicked her tongue and said, “One would think you’d be joyous, seeing as you haven’t seen light, let alone a person, for three years.” “…” I once again, remained silent.

This close to my escape, I couldn’t take any risks.

I just wanted for the woman to leave as quickly as she could so I could get back to what I intended to do.

“Haa…” She sighed and shook her head, “Whatever.” She waved her hand and a person entered behind her, carrying a set of books.

She took the books and put them in front of me.

She didn’t do anything else and said, “I was asked by your father to deliver these to you on your fifteenth birthday if anything was to ever happen to him.” “…” I looked at the books but didn’t say anything in reply.

“Such impudence.” The man who had entered with the blue eyed woman said in anger but the woman raised her hand to stop him.

“Silence!” She said in an authoritative tone.

She then turned to me, no particular expression on her face as she waved her hand again and a loaf of bread appeared in her hand.

She placed it on top of the book tower and said, “Don’t worry.

This one isn’t poisoned.” “…” I still remained silent.

Even if I hadn’t eaten a thing for three years, I wasn’t hungry.

Spiritual energy was more than enough for that.

“Haa…” She sighed once again and turned to leave, leaving behind a few parting words, “See you on your trial this evening.

Be sure to give those books a good read.

They’re the last thing your father left for you.” And with that, she was gone and the door closed behind her.

And I, was once again, left in dark and silence.