My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!-Chapter 540 Tower Master’s Plight
The Necromancer Tower Master was pacing back and forth. Not far from him, the group of hall masters were sitting on the ground, tending to their wounds.
"They should be fine. They are just a little wounded," the Right Guardian came up to the Tower Master, giving him a short briefing.
"I can't understand. How did we end up in the Inner Part of Hell? It's as if the entire plan went down the drain. All that preparation, for nothing!" The Tower Master said, appearing somewhat frustrated.
Back in the world, he was always in control. There was nothing that could throw him off balance. But Hell was different.
It was like a terrifying Nightmare where creatures that were beyond comprehension, lived. That's why he had prepared a plan. Your adventure continues at empire
He was supposed to follow the maps that were created in the past, to navigate through the safe passage until they reached the core region.
They never expected something to go wrong. Instead of ending up in the outer region like the last time hell had opened, they were tossed straight into the inner territory of hell where true monsters dwelled.
If it was just that, they would have been fine. They should be able to take care of threats within the inner region, as long as it wasn't something serious.
Unfortunately, their luck was absolutely worse. They came across people right when they landed. Even though they managed to kill them, the information about intruders from outside had leaked.
Ever since then, they had been chased with intent to kill. No matter how many people they killed, the chase didn't stop.
The Tower Master was strong. He could simply find the territory of these people and kill them all, to end the chase once and for all. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, he had received news that the Stars were about to arrive, accompanied by a Primordial Star.
He had been to hell in the past. He knew what those words meant. If it was a Primordial Star, then he absolutely couldn't come across them. It was extremely dangerous, even for him.
He had a very specific goal. To make sure that he didn't go astray, he had to avoid the Primordials at all cost. Hence, he could only be on the moving.
"We need to leave this Territory as soon as possible. Tell them to be ready in a minute," he told the Right Guardian who nodded.
After the Right Guardian left, the Tower Master looked at the dark sky that was covered in black mist.
"Ever since I met him again, everything has started going wrong. The mishap this time... I hope I am overthinking."
He watched the Hall Master stand up, as per his instructions, despite being injured. He couldn't care less about their injury. He had to avoid the Primordials at any cost, at least until he found the one that he was looking for.
For that, even if he had to abandon all the Hall Masters here, he was willing. For him, it was worth it. As long as he found that person, everything was going to change.
The past, present and the future, everything was going to change forever. After that, even the Primordials couldn't stop him.
He looked at the crystals in his hand, that he had gathered for exactly that purpose. He was going to wake up the Necromancer, who had been abandoned in Hell.
"The last time I found you, I couldn't do anything because I wasn't prepared. But this time, I came with preparation. This time, I won't return without you..." He kept the crystals in his storage ring safely.
"Hmm?" He suddenly frowned, hearing the sound of footsteps coming from a distance. "They just don't leave me alone."
He disappeared, turning into mist. A few seconds later, he returned. His clothes were stained in fresh blood and the sound of footsteps were completely gone.
He didn't offer any explanation and told the others to get moving with him.
Along the way, he used his mana to clean his clothes from the scent of blood.
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Yevni stopped in front of a red door and gently pushed it open.
Eren was hiding inside her robe, hoping that she would enter her room and rest, which might allow him an opportunity to sneak out. However, he soon realized that he couldn't be more wrong.
"Father..." Yevni said, as soon as she stepped inside the room.
Eren's heart sank as he came to the realization that this wasn't Yevni's room. Instead, it was the place that belonged to her father.
Ever since Eren woke up inside hell, he was able to feel a dense aura of death everywhere. The only exception was this room, where he couldn't feel any aura of death.
Instead, it was the only place where he could feel life.
"Yevni!" The man who was sitting on a throne stood up, his eyes revealing great relief. He was relieved that his daughter had managed to return safely.
As soon as the man stood up, the woman who was sitting on his lap fell on the ground.
Yevni looked at the girl on the ground who quickly stood up, not even wiping the blood that was trickling down her neck where two sharp fangs had been stabbed recently.
She quickly shifted her attention back to her father.
"You are still the same. Every time you are nervous, you can't control your appetite."
Yevni's father didn't answer. Instead, he sent the girl flying out of his room. The doors shut on their own.
The man cast a barrier around his room to make sure that no one outside could hear anything.
"How can I not worry about you when a Primordial is here?" the man, wiping the trail of blood that was trickling down the corner of his lips.
Not only did he sound young, but he also looked extremely young. It was as if he wasn't Yevni's father but her brother.
His face was just as pale as her, as if he didn't have a shred of blood inside his body, which was in stark contrast to the trickle of blood on the corner of his lips.
