NOVGO.NET Chapter 547: Revenge Accomplished, Next Mission
Chapter 547: Revenge Accomplished, Next Mission
A low hum rippled through the arena as Baikran raised his hand.
“Bring him.”
A spiral gate opened behind him. Chains of spatial force dragged a figure out and dropped him onto the metallic floor.
Devil Roseramon.
His silver skin was dulled, his black horns dim. Yet he still carried the arrogance of someone who believed he was untouchable.
’What the hell? I am a top 10 newbie of this academy, so who is throwing me around?’
His eyes moved lazily at first, confused, adjusting to the light.
Then confusion turned to annoyance.
“Why did you call me—”
His words stopped when he saw Almond and Lily standing side by side.
“…Who are—”
Almond flicked his fingers.
A floating screen materialized before Roseramon’s eyes.
On it…
A woman’s face.
Roseramon froze. His pupils shrank. His lips parted slightly as old memories pressed against the surface of his mind.
That woman.
He remembered her.
The woman he abducted. The woman he planned to make his concubine. The woman who resisted until the end, so he fed her to the new pet he made at that time.
He turned his head and saw another figure, which caused him to swiftly stand up straight.
“H-headmaster Baikran. May I ask, what is going on?”
Baikran didn’t even look at him. He looked at Almond, Lily, and Pymon, specifically at Pymon, as he nodded his head. “The deal is done. Do whatever you want.”
At that, he vanished.
Devil Roseramon froze. He crackling turned his head to Almond and Lily, and at the giant bird that made him piss his pants as he suddenly felt an intense feeling of death.
“W-Who are you?”
His arrogance faltered.
“You… How do you know her…”
Almond didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
He didn’t want to.
All he needed was the person and confirmation.
Roseramon gulped, suddenly feeling an epiphany. “You are her so—”
Almond lifted his hand.
Roseramon couldn’t move.
Lily stepped beside him, snapping her finger as a faint shimmer of violet light spread across Roseramon’s body.
A debuff.
Pain Enhancement: Maximum.
Roseramon’s breath caught. “Wait—”
The world collapsed around him.
For five seconds, Almond worked.
He didn’t scream because his voice was erased from the very concept of sound. He didn’t struggle because Almond severed his ability to endure, replacing it with cold, absolute vulnerability.
To Roseramon, those five seconds were not painful.
They were the absence of resistance.
A state where every stimulus entered him unfiltered and magnified a hundredfold. Where the soul felt like it was peeling away.
Lily’s debuff ensured each instant stretched into a slow fall into abyssal agony.
Roseramon broke instantly.
The arrogance vanished.
The confusion vanished.
Only raw terror remained.
Almond released him.
Roseramon collapsed, trembling, unable to form a single coherent word.
But Almond wasn’t done.
His shadow expanded.
The air trembled as a pitch-black circle opened beneath Roseramon, swallowing light and sound.
Regalon Realm.
A realm created from Almond’s True Concept of Oblivion, fused with Voiderran aspects, and tied to Regalon Geneline. Almond significantly improved this realm thanks to his latest training, where he increased the depth of his Oblivion True Concept.
Inside Regalon Realm, Almond and Lily prepared a special area of torture.
Torment Sector.
Roseramon was pulled into the abyss.
No sound. No light. No plea for mercy.
Just swallowed inside a valley of broken echoes and shifting shadows. A place where Lily and Almond had woven traps of looping time, severance of relief, resetting pain whenever it tried to fade, pain enhancement, and much more.
A place designed not just for torture in flesh, but torture of consciousness.
Almond’s voice echoed through the dark.
“Rot here.”
Lily’s voice followed, soft and chilling.
“Suffer for as long as we live.”
…
Almond and Lily soon returned.
Training was done.
The culprit who killed Almond’s mother was apprehended.
All Crown Points were consumed.
So now, it was time to go on missions to earn them.
The Regalons were gathered in their palace, sitting around a circular obsidian table carved with floating runes. Every chair shifted shape according to its occupant’s preference.
When Almond and Lily entered, the room quieted for half a second.
Then Admiral Rudra grinned.
“Done?”
Lily nodded. “Yes.”
No one asked for details.
No one needed them.
Almond sat beside her, his expression neutral. “Now, about the missions.”
Silvester leaned forward and flicked a glowing panel in the air. “Since the new cycle started two hours ago, the mission list has been refreshed. I checked everything.”
The panel split into hundreds of mission tiles—each one an entire dimension’s conflict summarized in a single line.
“Choose the major ones,” Almond said.
Silvester nodded and condensed the list into seven rotating holograms.
“Mission 1,” he began.
“War at Vrexon Cradle. It’s being invaded by Shadow Ink Monsters from a fractured dimension. They need reinforcements. Limit: 10 participants.”
“Mission 2,” Silvester continued.
“Harvest of Aurora Wraithstones in the Aurora Rift. A Tier-3 realm. Raw space matter is unstable; wraithstorms appear randomly. Limit: 15 participants.”
“Dangerous,” Natalia murmured. “But profitable. This gives more Crown Points individually, and extra per resources we gather.”
“Mission 3. Collection of Leviathan Cores in the Abyssal Sea of Ora’Muun. Each core is inside a massive aquatic beast of Tier-3 lifeform. Limit: 5 participants.”
“Mission 4. And my favorite pick. Arena of the Fallen Star. A challenge dimension opened by Grimverse, where elite students fight other academies in deathless combat in various Club vs Club modes for multiple rounds. Limit: 500 participants, but 390 spots are filled. To acquire this spot, students need to pass a trial. Only 10 people per club can enter.”
Silvester grinned. “The rewards depend, but it seems the students will go through multiple challenges to determine the final ranking.
Everyone’s eyes flickered. This mission was perfect.
Julian smiled. “Deathless combat. Which means we can go all out. There’s no permanent death. Only the blaze to acquire glory and points.”
“Multiple challenges sound fun.” Bianca nodded.
Arjun’s eyes gleamed. “It’s a perfect playground.”
Even Admiral Rudra’s lips curved. “Good opportunity to refine our True Concept-only builds.”
“Exactly.”
Silvester tapped the screen to open the reward panel.
A golden line pulsed across the hologram, revealing the numbers.
The rewards were absurd.
Rank 1—100,000 Crown Points.
Rank 2—90,000 Crown Points.
Rank 3—80,000 Crown Points.
Rank 4….
Even lower ranks still offered tens of thousands.
Plus, bonus treasure draws, individual concept comprehension realms, and preferential access to special training zones from Grimverse.
Natalia let out a long whistle. “Well… that’s insane.”
Marcus felt his heartbeat rise. “We choose this. Obviously.”
“Of course.” Kexell grinned. “We’re Regalons. Not picking this would be a crime.”
“But only ten of us will enter. How are we going to decide which ten?” Big D caressed his whiskers.
“The trial,” Admiral Rudra answered. “Only the club leader can participate and put members in the list for this mission, but all of us will participate in the trial of this mission. The ten with the highest score will get the spots.”
“Sounds good.” Almond nodded with a smile.
Lily stood up. “Then let’s go, Regalon. Those who don’t get picked can choose another mission and complete it.”
Everyone nodded and then accepted the missions.
A moment later, all of them got an option in their status, a tab that initiated the trial for this mission.
All Regalons vanished.