Chapter 154
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: Birth of the Holy Relic: Lament
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Frannan and Chameli stared anxiously at the round pearl atop the magic circle, along with the other pilgrims.
As wrinkles deepened on everyone's brows, Relic Father Marcon muttered while biting his nails.
"This feels really off..."
"Don't jinx it."
"Wasn't he eaten by that spirit beast?"
"If he was the type, we wouldn't have put him in there to begin with. And he wouldn't have spouted that nonsense about taming it."
"Ugh..."
"I get the worry. But staying quiet helps us all."
"Got it..."
That was when it happened.
Ziiing...Ziiing...
The pure white pearl began to glow in a rainbow of colors.
"Huh? Wh-what?"
"...Looks like it's done."
Ziiing...
Ziiiiing...
Marcon pointed at the pearl with his finger.
"It's... it's black!"
Sure enough, the pearl had turned pitch black at some point and showed no further changes.
"......"
"Pilgrims! Prepare the..."
"Stop! We don't know yet."
"But..."
As Marcon and Frannan argued back and forth, something emerged from the pearl.
Whoosh-!
"Snowman!"
"What happened?!"
Frannan, inwardly anxious himself, bellowed the moment Snowman appeared in the circle.
"......"
Snowman simply smiled without a word.
Everyone who saw that smile felt their tension melt away, their bodies slumping in relief.
Frannan asked,
"But why is the pearl..."
"...not reacting?"
Their questions were soon answered.
Ziiing...
[Great feat! You have completed the Pearl's trial.]
[All stats increase by 2.]
[Snowman's inheritance ritual ends.]
[The Pearl's inheritance proceeds.]
Zzzzzzt...
Changes rippled through the blackened pearl.
First, the black hue was pushed toward the center, while the rest turned pure white.
Zzt...
Then, the pearl slowly morphed into a new form.
"...A lantern?"
"A lantern?!"
Zzzzzzt!
The pearl transformed into that bizarre lantern shape Snowman had seen in the black space.
Clink...
The lantern floated in place as chains sprouted, wrapping around Snowman's hand.
[The pearl changes to the form most suitable for its inheritor.]
[Danger! The pearl contains impurities.]
[The pearl absorbs the impurities, converting them to power.]
[Holy Relic: Lament is born!]
[First achievement 'Variant' unlocked.]
[First title 'Collector' unlocked.]
Snowman's eyes widened as he read the messages.
'Holy... relic?'
Relics were relics. Sacred items were sacred items.
Cursed objects were cursed. Treasures were treasures.
That was the clear equipment grading system in the Eternal World.
'A true variant, huh?'
Related Achievement: Variant (Adventure: None)
Special: When wearing one or more holy relics, all status ailment resistance +20%.
What kinda bullshit title is this?
Titles aren't supposed to affect specs, right?
Nah, you gotta 'force' wear a holy relic for the resist boost lol
Ohhh lol. But forcing it on? Sketchy af.
Snowman had wielded top-tier gear with higher grades before, but never something this unique—not even listed in any codex.
'Because of Lament's existence? Then its abilities...'
Grade: Holy Relic
Level: 30–40
Attack: 100–100
Durability: 300/300
Weight: 1.0kg
A rare treasure born from an ancient sacred pearl transformed by its inheritor's will. In the inheritance, magical enchantment's toll aided it, allowing effective control of the mana-condensed spirit beast without backlash. A singularity formed from cursed traits and the pearl's growth alongside its inheritor.
Base: All stats +25
Special: Harmonizer (Singularity), Varied Forms (Unique), Bloodline Resonance (Unique). Treated as both cursed object and sacred item. Only one holy relic equippable at a time. Durability slowly recovers if spirit beast persists.
'Singularity? A singularity effect?'
Singularities affected the wearer's abilities across the board.
'Even at low level... a singularity.'
Shadow summon stats +20%. Night Raven ultimate: Lament attack x2. Shadow Summon: superior trait inheritance +40%. Iron Fist Rule: 10% chance recover all spent mana. Max Shadow Space +900. Created minions' completion +.
'No way...'
Singularities were stat explosion bombs, granting all-around growth tailored to the user's skills and traits.
They usually emerged from mana-infused crafted gear or ancient relics.
So much shit here??
Thought specials were simple, but this is a mess lmao
Pearl buff? Or Lament buff?
Does it matter at this point?
The spirit beast shifts the gear's form to gauntlet per wearer's will.
'This from the Night Raven form?'
Lantern normally, but Night Raven made it gauntlet like Mountain Fist.
Spirit beast senses wearer's will instantly. Grows with wearer, boosting entire gear.
'Gear... growth?'
Probably inherent to Lament.
Growing by drinking enemy blood.
Enhanced into this resonance.
'And treated as both cursed and sacred...'
Cursed bonuses would apply.
[Currently equipped cursed items: 2]
[All stats +10 additionally.]
[All ability mana costs -10% additionally.]
'As expected!'
As Snowman marveled and reached for Lament,
"Groooaaan..."
Dark light flickered from the white lantern.
Hiss...
Frannan tensed.
"Looks like it's waking. Stay ready, just in case."
"...Yes."
"This is the crucial part—focus, everyone!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
Snowman slowly extended his hand. The lantern bobbed toward him.
【My head... my head hurts!】
"Lament, you awake?"
Frannan asked, peering at the wriggling darkness inside.
【Hm? Oh... that old human?】
"Yeah, it's me. How's the body?"
【Feels like death... was it a dream? Kehahaha! But right now, I don't wanna think at all.】
Lament's voice was still hideous and terrifying, evoking demons.
The pilgrims sighed, bracing for tragic failure.
"Definite failure..."
"Impossible from the start."
"Archdeacon, prepare purification now..."
Frannan pressed a finger to his lips.
'Shut up, please!'
He signaled silently, then beamed at Lament.
"Lament, what evil deed are you plotting today? Spill to me too."
Fwoosh...
Lament perked up inside the lantern, flaring.
【Yes! Forgot about that! And... I, great Lament, have a super evil deed in mind. I'm a genius of malice, after all! Kekek...】
Even Frannan lost hope.
He murmured, "Failure after all..."
As if to confirm, Lament spewed filth.
【Planning something super evil! This is the best part!】
"Yeah... what evil?"
As all subtly reached for purification tools,
【Tonight... I'm staying up super late.】
"...What?"
【Just thinking about it makes me shiver!】
"......"
【Hey, wanna join my evil?】
"Nah, I'm good."
【Why? Heart pounding? Humans are... Ah! Can't hold back! Nap time now. Then bedtime later!】
The pilgrims' faces twisted in horror, as if witnessing something that shouldn't exist.
"Th-this is a spirit beast...? Not the one I knew..."
"Never heard of such..."
"My god!"
IRL worst demon spirit = isekai good child? Kekekeke...
Life is precious! Kekekeke...
My ambition: world peace... Kekekeke...
Love mom and dad, kekekeke...
Fun af. Add kekekeke and it's villainous kekekeke...
Frannan chuckled softly to Snowman.
"Tamed successfully. It'll think it's the world's top evil for a while."
"Won't it revert to its true nature later?"
"Don't worry. No matter what, it won't corrupt easily. Fixed it that way. Sacred power's firm. Go wild."
"...Thanks."
Snowman tugged the chain linked to Lament, face blank.
Clink...
The lantern swung wildly. Lament yelled,
【Hey! It's shaking! I'm smashing walls! ...Wait, are you? Doing evil too? Kekeke... Fun. Daring to challenge me... I'll fart loud in public. They'll blame you.】
Frannan's villa in Team Brian.
Even as a villa, it housed 20 staff permanently—massive scale.
Maintaining it while away showed Frannan's wealth.
Anyway, Frannan had finished with Snowman and returned, drowning in strong distilled liquor.
Thirsty?
No.
Craving as usual?
No.
"Goddamn... goddamn..."
He had reason for the hard stuff.
Still a holy mage.
Even if he'd shaken off the Mage Tower somehow, ties remained.
Mage Tower alumni were alumni for life.
Knock, knock.
"Master, a guest."
"Yeah, him. Bring him."
"Yes."
Creeeak...
Snowman entered with Lament bobbing beside him.
"You're here. Sit."
"Yes."
"Floating that around? Suspicious everywhere."
"...Gotta deal."
Pour...
Frannan's empty glass filled.
"You promised repayment for my help, right?"
Using pearl power to wield Lament.
Snowman agreed to one favor in return.
"Yes, I remember."
"...Deals have those moments."
"What moments?"
"When profit hits. Like something you sold cheap skyrockets overnight."
"...Meaning you profited?"
Frannan's face hardened.
Snowman pondered.
'I agreed to help, but now it's worth more? Meaning...'
Snowman asked Frannan,
"The task got harder in the meantime."
"Spot on. And I don't welcome this profit. Got tougher—for me too."
"How tough...?"
Frannan said,
"Shortly before you came, the Libra Mage Tower I was with asked."
He sipped and continued.
"Tower Lord away temporarily. Internal bonds shaky. As a holy one, could I fill in?"
"You refused."
"Did. Then changed mind. After meeting you."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Solo's boring, but with company? Different. Thought I'd bring you along for the show. And..."
Thud.
A seal-broken letter dropped before Snowman.
"Read. Arrived today."
Snowman scanned the mystical paper.
By the end, his gaze was cold steel.
"This... real?"
"Hard to believe? Me too."
Frannan set his glass down.
"Tower Lord's missing. Search party likely."
"So..."
"I'm going, obviously. And..."
He laughed bitterly.
"You're with me. No choice."
[High-risk expedition ahead.]
⚠️ Very dangerous.
🗺️ Epic journey expected.
🔗 Linked adventure—no others selectable.
"I overheard where the Tower Lord went... things'll go to shit."