Chapter 615 - 613: Aaron Sinclair’s Memories Awaken

Chapter 615: Chapter 613: Aaron Sinclair’s Memories Awaken

The eye clutched in Javier Sinclair’s hand felt an instinctual fear.

"No... What is this power?"

"How can such a terrifying power exist?"

Faced with this power, the Evil Eye felt like it was nothing, like it could be crushed to death with the slightest effort.

This power, this aura... it was like something from the Ancient Times.

The Ancient Forbidden Technique the Evil Eye had once obtained was imbued with a similarly ancient and profound aura. Though the powers were different, the archaic presence was the same. Since time immemorial, nothing associated with the Ancient Times was ever to be taken lightly.

’This person hasn’t even revealed himself, yet a single casual move is more than I can resist. What does that mean? It means that in his eyes, I’m no different from an ant.’

’And this mighty expert just happens to be Everard’s biological father? How could Everard have such a powerful dad? How does he deserve such incredible backing?’

At that moment, the Evil Eye was overwhelmed with resentment. Its crimson eye filled with jealousy and indignation. ’Why? Why?! Why does Everard get all the good things?’

’He’s like the chosen one, everything good just falls into his lap, while I’m made to look like a pathetic, clownish buffoon in comparison.’

As the crushing force bore down on it, the Evil Eye stared wide with terror and couldn’t stop itself from begging for mercy. There was no room for arrogance now.

"Senior, spare my life! There might be a misunderstanding between us."

"This humble one was unaware of your presence, Senior. Had I known, I wouldn’t have dared to come here even if you gave me ten times the courage. I was wrong. As long as you let me go, I’ll disappear from your sight immediately and never bother you again."

In response to the Evil Eye’s pleading, a voice slowly rang out.

"Noisy."

As the voice faded, the Evil Eye felt its body slowly shrinking. It was terrified. "No... Senior, spare me... Spare me!"

Realizing that begging was useless, the Evil Eye resorted to threats. "No... I can’t die! I can’t die! You can’t kill me! That’s right, you can’t kill me. If I die, those mortals won’t live either."

Perhaps thinking it now held a trump card, the Evil Eye’s attitude turned arrogant again. "HAHAHA... You don’t dare kill me. I’m the only one who can save these mortals. If I die, they’ll die with me. Go on, kill me! Do you dare? To have so many living beings accompany me in death... it would be a worthy end."

Just as the Evil Eye thought it could use the mortals of this world to threaten its opponent, a low voice sounded.

"In that case, this lord shall grant your wish."

"What? Grant my wish?"

The next moment, the Evil Eye felt itself enveloped by a force as overwhelming as a tsunami. The eye it had cultivated was being crushed, reassembled, and then refined by this power.

"AHHHH... NO..."

’So painful, so painful...’

"Help... Help me, AHHH..."

The crimson eye, clutched in that massive hand, began to shrink and glow brighter until it was only the size of a fist.

At the same time, the giant hand in the sky slowly faded away. The instant it vanished, a figure manifested in the air, as if he had appeared there in a single moment.

The man wore black robes, his ink-black hair and clothes dancing in the wind. His figure was tall and slender. He had the face of a young man in his twenties. A black and red aura coiled around him—the purest Demonic Qi.

Javier Sinclair stood in the air. As he extended his hand, the eye slowly descended into his palm. The object in his hand still looked like an eye, but it was now only the size of a child’s fist.

The eye was now blood-red all over, emitting a crimson glow. After being refined, the Evil Eye looked like a unique piece of art, crystalline and brilliant. If placed out at night, its light could illuminate an entire city. The scene it created was somewhat similar to a blood moon in the sky—the ambiance was quite nice.

Javier Sinclair casually tossed the Evil Eye in his hand, and with a flash, he appeared beside Celeste Grant. He wrapped one arm around her and held the refined Evil Eye out in front of her with the other.

"What do you think?"

Celeste Grant leaned in for a look, her eyes lighting up. "Whoa, this is pretty cool. If you put this out at night, the spooky, ghostly vibe would be absolutely perfect. You really have an exceptional talent for this kind of weird aesthetic, Archfiend." As she spoke, she reached out and patted his arm, showering him with praise.

Praised like this by his child’s mother, Javier Sinclair’s ears turned red, but he maintained a composed expression. "It’s not the first day you’ve known your husband. Refining a little trinket like this is a simple matter."

Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at him. "You devil, look at you getting all smug."

Hearing his wife call him a devil, Javier Sinclair’s lips curled into a slight smile. In a great mood, he leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Next time, your husband will find some good materials and make you a few skull bracelets."

Skull bracelets?

Celeste Grant was speechless. "..."

’That’s The Archfiend for you, all right,’ Celeste thought. ’The moment he’s in a good mood, he wants to go make some skulls. We really are a match made in heaven. Anyone else probably wouldn’t be able to handle this side of him.’

At this thought, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh. "HAHAHA... Old Fiend Sinclair, I really don’t know what to do with you. But that’s just how I like you."

Her gaze fell on the Evil Eye in Javier Sinclair’s hand. She flicked it with her finger, hearing a solid THUD THUD. Celeste asked curiously, "Husband, is this thing still alive? The eye’s energy seems to be intact, but I can’t feel the presence of its Primordial Spirit anymore."

Javier Sinclair nodded slightly and replied, "Correct. The Primordial Spirit attached to this eye has completely dissipated. As for the eye itself, your husband has refined it into a Space Treasure. You can store things inside it."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant chuckled and said, "Awesome. That Evil Eye probably never imagined, even in its wildest dreams, that this would be how it died. HAHAHA." As she spoke, she tapped her finger on the eye, and in the next moment, she saw a vast space within it.

’Isn’t this just a giant storage warehouse?’

Celeste Grant stared at the eye, pondering for a moment before her eyes lit up with a brilliant idea. She said, "I’ve got it! When we get back to the Demonic Domain, let’s set up a night market. We can use this eye as a streetlamp! Not only can it be a lamp, but it can also serve as a storage warehouse. It’s the best of both worlds."

If the Evil Eye could hear their conversation right now, it would surely break down and cry its heart out. It would have lamented, ’How inhuman! This whole family is inhuman! Demons! A whole family of Demons!’

Regarding Celeste Grant’s idea, Javier Sinclair nodded slightly.

"You’re the one with the ideas, my lady."

"We’ll talk more when we get back. For now, let’s put this away."