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Chapter 994: Soul Interrogation (Part II)

For a moment, Roland wanted to say: Are you also a member of Tadarin? Forgive me — I didn’t recognize you. He discarded the impulse. He was here to interrogate a demon, and undercutting his own authority would cost him more than the joke was worth.

The Mind Resonance allowed the demon to understand and speak human language — but when it encountered a word with no equivalent in its own tongue, it had to paraphrase. The risk of misunderstanding ran both ways.

Instead of answering, the demon unraveled into barely coherent outrage.

“This makes no sense! You’ve never entered the Sky-sea Realm. You could never enter the Sky-sea Realm. Without that, how could you acquire a legacy shard? But if you don’t have one, how could you defeat me? You’re lying. I, Kabradhabi, will never believe you.”

The soul transfer had stripped away whatever composure the demon might otherwise have mustered. Roland pressed the advantage before it could rebuild its walls.

“You need more specifics? Your army failed to lure us into a trap and had to engage in the open field. Before they could close the distance, they were already taking heavy casualties. You personally joined the fight to reverse things — and the moment you landed, the God’s Punishment Witches shot you down. The fight between you and the witches lasted roughly ten seconds, and it was she who led them to beat you.” He tilted his head toward Zooey. “Read her memory. You’ll see how vulnerable you looked.”

“You—” The voice coming from Zooey’s throat faltered.

Zooey’s expression shifted — she was showing the demon what had happened. In Mind Resonance, information moved faster than speech. It only took a moment.

“You can’t undo the battle by denying it,” Roland said. “And your logic is absurd. You claim we couldn’t possibly have a legacy shard because we’ve never entered the Sky-sea Realm? Let’s align our terms first. If you won’t tell me what a legacy shard actually is, how am I supposed to confirm or deny your assumption? Maybe we have one and don’t consider it particularly significant.”

“Stupid bug — you must be joking.” The demon’s anger sharpened into something colder. “It’s the cause of the Battle of Divine Will. It determines the fate of species. You think it’s not precious?

Pasha went still. “Wait. Does the shard look like a red crystal? Spindle-shaped? Does it draw anyone near it into a vast hall, where they see incredible things?”

“The relics of gods!” Tilly said, low and stunned.

“You call them the relics of gods.” The contempt was almost musical. “As expected, you are nothing but low-grade crawlers. They have nothing to do with deities. Each species has one such shard. They can upgrade themselves by consuming it — and once they lose it, they become prey. Now do you understand how ignorant you are? While those underground cowards were dying out, you were hiding in a corner. How could you possibly have claimed their legacy?”

Roland’s heart kicked.

Four picture scrolls. Four civilizations. A civilization must defeat another to take its relic. During the first Battle of Divine Will, when the underground civilization collapsed, we were occupied fighting demons. It would have been impossible to take anything from them.

He looked around. Every face in the room had gone serious. They had all understood simultaneously.

Two things had just become clear. First: what the demon said confirmed what the Taquila witches had suspected about the relics. He remembered Wendy saying, once — How come we’ve fought for hundreds of years over a useless stone? The Divine Will is so cruel. Now he understood: the relic was not merely symbolic. Losing it meant becoming food for the victor. No side in this war would ever accept terms. The battle would only end with someone’s extinction.

Second: the demons had already upgraded. Kabradhabi hadn’t explained the process directly, but it attributed all of their advances — the skeleton monsters, the new species, the novel weapons — to having consumed the underground civilization’s legacy.

Is that how it works? Swallow a relic and inherit the knowledge of the civilization that owned it?

Even the industrial revolution didn’t work that way. That had required raw materials and trained workers and decades of accumulated experiment. This sounded like force-transfer from a martial arts novel — one species inherits another’s entire body of knowledge in a single act. If a civilization lost its relic, it lost everything — not just the war, but its future.

Which means this isn’t just important news. It’s the mechanism that drives the whole thing.

And yet knowing the mechanism didn’t hand them a path to victory. Humanity had been fighting without a clear understanding of what they were fighting over. That was why they’d kept losing. But understanding it now didn’t conjure the strength they lacked.

We’ve wasted too much time on infighting.

Roland’s mouth had gone dry. He wet his lips and chose the most essential question from among all the ones competing for space in his mind.

“You also call this war the Battle of Divine Will. Does that mean you believe it’s arranged by deities?”

That’s how you interpret Divine Will?” The voice steadied — more controlled now. The demon had used the silence to compose itself. “Well. It may not be so bad to let you know the truth before you die. Listen, bugs. The battle has nothing to do with deities. It is a contest among civilizations. The final winner will complete an upgrade and open the door to the Fountain of Magic. When that happens, the winner’s will becomes the Divine Will. But forget it — stupid crawlers. You will never reach that point. You are already destined to perish.”

“How do you know that?”

“What? You think I, Kabradhabi, will keep talking to you?” Contempt, flat and final.

“What do you mean?” Something shifted — a wrongness Roland couldn’t name immediately. “Zooey?”

“I’m afraid this female cannot hear you at the moment.” The voice was cold now, stripped of the demon’s earlier emotional turbulence. Stripped of Zooey entirely. “You used a soul-transfer trick to confuse my mind and then a mind-reading ability to probe my thoughts. Bugs — you have made no progress in hundreds of years.” A pause. “You dare to play such tricks on me. You have brought this on yourselves. I am Kabradhabi. I cannot control this body yet. But that doesn’t mean I cannot use my magic power.”

“Camilla!” Roland’s voice cut across the hall.

“It’s too late. Say goodbye to this female.”

A sharp laugh — and then Zooey’s mouth closed.

Camilla Dary had gone the color of chalk. “The soul in the God’s Punishment Warrior,” she said, barely above a whisper, “has disappeared.”

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