A Strange Curse
Luther's appearance is changing at a visible rate.
It was as if an invisible hand had seized his body, smoothed out the sharp angles of his face, making his face appear softer, reshaped his body, making his curves full and alluring, and pulled his hair, making his jet-black hair flow smoothly down.
In just a few seconds, he completely transformed into a woman!
Luther was already strikingly handsome, almost otherworldly. Even after becoming a woman, her beauty didn't diminish; instead, she gained a breathtaking charm. Her azure eyes were like a deep, Sea, drawing people in so deeply that they wouldn't even realize they were drowning.
No, it's not just about [femininity] --
The "Wreath of Desolation" adorned Luther's smooth, long black hair, its vibrant green color exuding vitality and bathing him in a soft glow, radiating an atmosphere of inclusiveness and compassion.
Suddenly, the bloodstains on the laurel wreath began to shimmer faintly.
"Boom!"
Luther heard a deafening roar, as if a violent explosion had occurred deep within his mind. Countless Illusion followed, and bizarre images flooded his vision—
That was the magnificent Royal City bathed in the eternal Twilight, that was the vast land and fertile fields, that was the subjects bowing down and offering prayers like a tide, that was her obedient and lovely children, their faces beaming with smiles, singing and drinking to praise the golden age, dear mother...
In the blink of an eye, a sudden change occurred.
The magnificent Twilight was suddenly shrouded in Evernight, and deathly silence devoured all living things. The towering figure that reached the sky crashed down, and the flowing, scalding blood flooded the earth, bringing one Catastrophe after another. The people withered from hunger, and children died screaming one after another, their lovely faces rotting and decaying... Finally, the starving people surged forward.
They looked at themselves, their eyes no longer filled with reverence, but only with despair and terror. They raised their weapons high, they tore open his body, and they devoured his Flesh with horror and Greed...
When his body was dismembered, splattered blood landed on the laurel wreath on his head, leaving a permanent mark.
"Ugh!"
A surge of intense emotion welled up in Luther's mind, and he groaned softly in pain.
Two completely opposite thoughts simultaneously filled his mind:
Sometimes, he would feel that life was precious, abundant, and joyful; but then immediately, he would feel that life was base and worthless, and that he deserved to bring Desolation to everything in the world. He felt that his subjects revered him and that he should provide them with protection; but then he felt that his subjects had betrayed him, and that he would Curse them for eternity...
"Aaaaaah!"
Above the sea, the Flesh puppet created by Luther let out a frenzied roar, its body suddenly Distortion into a runaway Monster covered in pus and filled with Curse aura!
Strange illusions quietly appeared around Luther.
Maggots sprouted from plump ears of wheat, rivers flowing with milk and honey turned into putrid pus, and fruits resembling white skulls hung from thick trees... These bizarre things were gradually breaking free from the illusion and invading reality!
Within it, his eyes held a mixture of pain and peace, love and hatred, a profound contradiction and Distortion. The laurel wreath radiated a hazy glow, silently transforming him; in the dim light, the bloodstain was crystal clear... Finally—
"Puff!"
A dark, Abyssal Greatsword suddenly appeared, easily piercing through the completely feminine, maternal "Luther". The body, filled with a sacred yet blasphemous aura, froze instantly, and the laurel wreath that was radiating light abruptly stopped.
All the Monster attempting to escape the illusion and enter the Real World were forcibly intercepted.
The jet-black Greatsword was gripped tightly in one hand, which emerged from under "Luther's" armpit and appeared to be newly grown, stained with bright red blood.
"It's pretty creepy."
A voice spoke from inside the woman "Luther".
Immediately afterwards, he drew the Greatsword from his chest and slashed it fiercely across his own neck.
"Sizzle!"
The bloody hand gripped the edge of the wound and tore it outwards with force. A brand new head emerged from the wound, with black hair, blue eyes, and a handsome appearance, just like Luther originally looked.
Luther, as if removing a piece of clothing, tore off that feminine outer layer and emerged intact once more. The once graceful body then collapsed, transforming into pure, flowing Flesh.
"Thump." The laurel wreath landed on the deck, and the Monster that were just a hair's breadth away from arriving in reality vanished without a trace.
Don't get the boat dirty!
Miss Ship Spirit's disgruntled voice came from somewhere.
"Okay, okay..."
Luther agreed verbally, manipulating the Flesh, and hurling it towards the last remaining Flesh Puppet in the sea. The latter roared in pain and terror, its entire body completely Corrosion, turning into foul blood, and dissipating into the Ocean.
At this point, he had dealt with all the troubles caused by the side effects of the "Wreath of Desolation".
"Your Queen, it seems this island isn't the right one either."
Luther raised his voice and shouted to the "Dawn" on the other side.
As if in response to him, large patches of foam rose from the hull of the Dawn, and after the magnificent foam burst, Bernadette's figure appeared.
"That's right, that eliminates another one."
She answered.
These two sea kings have been sailing together on the Fog Sea for some time, following the route of Roselle Gustav's past adventures, exploring the islands he once passed by, hoping to discover Roselle's undiscovered tomb among them. To date, they have explored many islands, but without any success.
Fortunately, there are only a few islands left.
"Then please change your destination."
Luther nodded, then picked up the strange laurel wreath and turned to walk into the cabin.
Before long, the two giant sailing ships set sail again, heading into the mist.
The interior of the Black Throne.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
One fireball after another exploded in the air above the captain's Captain's Cabin, and the figure of Luna the black cat appeared one after another. She moved at an extremely fast speed, but she could not escape the slender hand that touched the back of her neck. It was as if that hand had crossed the distance of time and space and always caught up with her precisely.
In the end, Luna resigned herself to her fate and was caught by the Ship Spirit Antiya, who held her in her arms and roughly handled her.
"Meow..."
Luther ignored Luna's pleas for help, instead sitting in his chair, staring thoughtfully at the "Wreath of Desolation" on the table. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.
In the list of Sealed Artifact provided by Lovia, the vast majority were Sequence 3 level, except for this one, which reached Sequence 2 Level. Of course, City of Silver wasn't that generous, because they simply couldn't use this item.
He recalled Lovia's words during her prayer:
"Lord, although this Sealed Artifact is of extremely high status, its negative effects are far too severe... Anyone who attempts to wear it will immediately be afflicted with a terrible Curse, transforming into Distortion, unkillable Monster before even using the artifact. Only their blood relatives can send them to true slumber..."
Because it was truly unusable, the chief of City of Silver was willing to offer it as a contribution.
Luther Oldest One thought that the Mystical Item had been corrupted, with the negative effects completely outweighing the positive ones. However, since he possessed the Bronze Cross, which could Purification it back into its pure Beyonder Characteristic, he didn't care and selected it from the list.
However, to Luther's surprise, after he accepted the sacrifice and tried out the crown, he found that although the negative effects of the "Wreath of Desolation" were indeed terrible, they were not as serious as the people of City of Silver had said—with his abilities, he could completely suppress them!
But this is strange; why do the people of City of Silver instantly transform into invincible Monster the moment they put it on?
"It's almost like Curse..."
He murmured to himself.
In the Illusion brought on by the laurel wreath, Luther saw many strange scenes. The laurel wreath's former owner seemed to have been an object of worship before the Creator's fall, but was devoured after the Great Cataclysm... Could it be that those who devoured her are connected to the current inhabitants of City of Silver?