Unholy Player-Chapter 195: Real Purpose

This is the kind of power I want, Adyr thought.

Sevrak didn’t even need to show up in person. Just hearing his name was enough to make people back down. That was real power—the kind that spoke for itself, even in silence.

Anyone can claim to be smart, talented, attractive, thoughtful, or strong. But saying those things doesn’t make them true. It’s just a personal illusion unless others, from the outside, see and believe the same. That was the difference. And right now, he was witnessing it in action.

Although Liora clearly seemed furious, it was just as clear she was holding herself back. She had no intention of killing Kharom. She knew the consequences wouldn’t affect her alone.

"L-Let me go," Kharom said, his voice strained under the pressure of the wall-like hand crushing him. He could hear his bones creaking, but instead of a man on the verge of death, his face still held the same arrogance.

As socially clueless as he was, even Kharom understood Liora wouldn’t actually kill him.

A final hmph echoed through the air before the massive hand finally loosened its grip. "If I see you here again, I’ll grind your bones to dust next time."

The moment her hand released him, Kharom collapsed like a sack of flour, gasping for the breath he hadn’t been able to draw for a while.

It was obvious that many of his bones had been fractured, and his body had taken serious damage. Yet after coughing up a few mouthfuls of black blood, he slowly rose to his knees. Recovery didn’t take him long.

His regeneration is impressive, Adyr noted silently. Another ability added to the list.

Once on his feet, Kharom didn’t look at Adyr or anyone else. His gaze went straight to Liora, who still hovered above them on a white cloud, staring down with contempt.

With disdain and pride still plain on his face, he bowed his head. "Lady Liora, thank you for sparing my life. I’m sure you’ll be repaid in time."

The gesture, the respectful tone—it all looked like courtesy. But even the mortals nearby could sense it wasn’t gratitude. It was a threat.

"Get lost," Liora said without bothering to acknowledge his words.

Kharom’s body quickly dissolved into a stream of black liquid that slipped away through the cracks of the closed dining hall windows, disappearing from sight. freeweɓnovel-cøm

That made it the third ability Adyr had observed.

Liquid transformation. And corrosive, by the look of it. He watched the faint black residue left behind on the window frame, quietly analyzing what it meant. That might become a problem.

At first, Adyr assumed such a transformation could only belong to the Astra Path—after all, Liora herself had taken that route for her evolutions.

But watching a Nether Path practitioner liquefy his body forced him to reconsider. It shifted his perspective again.

Still, on closer analysis, he understood something important: this wasn’t a true transformation.

The definition of the Nether Path surfaced in his mind with sharp clarity.

[Nether]

- One of the four main Paths, created by the Goddess Nethera.

- As the counterforce to creation, she began the cycle of decay — undoing form so that renewal may begin.

- It represents every destruction and rebirth.

Then he recalled several Spark Skills listed in the Nether Path section of the manual Liora had given him. With that in mind, it became clear that what Kharom used was not a true transformation.

The Nether Path embodied destruction and death, but also rebirth. The corrosive liquid form Kharom had taken wasn’t a simple shape-shift; it was destruction made flesh. And the act of reassembling into human form again—that was rebirth.

According to Adyr’s analysis, this effect likely required two separate Spark Skills used in succession.

The first would break the body down into a corrosive state, serving as an active manifestation of destruction. The second would rebuild it, restoring him to his human form—more precisely, his Umbraen form.

Together, the two skills formed a seamless and deadly combination.

As Adyr continued dissecting the mechanics in his mind, Liora’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Are you alright?" She asked, gliding closer atop her cloud. Her tone was gentle and concerned, but traces of irritation and leftover anger still clung to her expression.

"I’m—" Adyr opened his mouth to respond, but another voice cut in suddenly from beside him.

"Ahh, you must be hurt, right? Let me help you recover quickly!"

Mirela had appeared without warning, already fluttering around him. Her hands moved rapidly over his body as she scanned him with visible urgency.

Her rainbow-colored eyes shimmered, flicking over every detail. Her fingers poked, prodded, and occasionally lingered a bit too long in places as she muttered approval to herself with subtle nods.

"W-What are you touching?!"

Vesha, who had been quietly observing, couldn’t hold it in any longer. Her face turned bright red as she pointed at Mirela’s hands, which at the moment were far too active between Adyr’s thighs.

"Oh? I’m just checking if his next generation took any damage," Mirela said plainly, her eyes shining with genuine concern.

Vesha didn’t know how to respond to what she’d just heard, but in that moment, the shock that had held her captive until then finally lifted, allowing her to see a truth she had been blind to. The reality of how close the two practitioners she’d admired for so long truly were hit her all at once. Her breath caught, and she fell silent.

At that moment, a third voice echoed through the room.

"This will be a problem, right?" Lucen appeared quietly in a corner, wearing a white robe. His long black hair and the sword tied behind him gave him the unmistakable presence of a young master.

Even Adyr was surprised by their sudden arrival. Until he heard their voices, he hadn’t sensed either of them, despite his high [Sense] stat.

Both were Rank 3 practitioners. If a Rank 3 enemy approached this quietly, it could easily become a problem.

Liora sighed before answering Lucen’s question. "Yeah, Sevrak will definitely come to hold us accountable for what we did to his grandson."

She paused for a moment, thinking. "But for now, he’s probably just as busy as everyone else with the Legacy Domain, so we can relax a little. We’ll deal with the rest later."

But with those words, all eyes shifted back to Adyr.

"Kharom will definitely come after you. That kind of grudge isn’t something he’ll let go," Lucen said with his stone face.

Adyr nodded. He was well aware of that and had no objections. In fact, it was part of his plan. As long as Sevrak didn’t step in personally, his grandson wasn’t much of a threat. If anything, it worked in his favor.

At the very least, if he ended up killing Kharom later, he’d now have a valid excuse to fall back on.

"The Umbraens will no doubt target you during the Legacy Domain. You need to be prepared—mentally and physically," Liora said seriously, her tone sharper than before.

Adyr nodded once more, signaling he understood. But his thoughts had already moved on. The moment had come to claim the reward he had carefully engineered this entire scene for.