NOVGO.NET Chapter 233: Claimed And Contained!
Chapter 233: Claimed And Contained!
The demon surged.
And took control. This time no matter how Bane struggled the demon had taken full control, Bane could only watch from the sidelines.
Bane’s body straightened abruptly. The tremors stopped.
The chaotic fluctuations in aura vanished, replaced by a smooth, oppressive presence that radiated confidence and superiority. His domain stilled, the darkness flattening into obedience once more, but no longer responding to Bane’s will.
Slowly, deliberately, the being now inhabiting his body lifted its head.
It flexed its fingers, watching the way shadows responded.
Then it smiled. Instantly going through Bane’s memories, he took in everything, Bane’s secrets everything Bane planned was now exposed.
“Bane Reign,” the demon said, voice perfectly steady, layered with cold amusement. “So this is all you’ve prepared to fight against my demon race.”
He glanced around the domain with casual disdain.
“Pathetic.”
The smile widened as memories surfaced.
“Your wife was troublesome,” he continued, tone light, almost conversational. “That spatial manipulation class of hers was annoying. If it weren’t for that irritating ability, I wouldn’t have lost to her.”
A chuckle escaped him.
“But fate is cruel, isn’t it?”
The darkness rippled faintly as he stepped forward.
“It was fated that your Reign family, and the entire human race of this Velmora world, would fail under my demon race invasion.”
His eyes glowed faintly.
“Not only did you lose your wife to me,” he said softly, “you’ve now lost your body as well.”
The demon laughed.
“And soon, you’ll lose control of your precious Reign family.”
His gaze sharpened.
“Once the remaining cards are set, my brother will return. And together, we will claim Velmora once and for all.”
The laughter that followed echoed through the domain, loud, unrestrained, filled with exhilaration.
“Hahahaha!”
He spread his arms slightly, savoring the sensation.
“It’s truly tragic,” he continued, voice dripping with mockery. “An unawakened soul like yours stood no chance against an SSS-ranked soul like mine.”
He tilted his head.
“With an SSS body and an SSS soul, I can now proceed with the trial to evolve to Ex.”
The demon smiled wider.
“You should be grateful,” he said calmly. “With my guidance, this useless body might finally break through the restrictions of this world.”
Deep within, buried beneath layers of suppression, Bane’s consciousness burned quietly. It did not scream. It did not beg. It simply watched, memorizing every sensation, every shift of control, every intrusion. A flame pressed flat beneath an ocean, waiting.
The demon felt it.
And dismissed it.
With a single thought, the darkness around them began to withdraw.
Bane’s domain did not collapse violently. It did not resist. It was peeled back, layer by layer, like a curtain being drawn closed by a superior will. Shadows receded into the ground. The suffocating abyss thinned, then vanished entirely, restoring the Labyrinth’s warped reality piece by piece.
Authority changed hands.
The demon flexed Bane’s fingers once more, then stepped forward, boots crunching softly against bone-littered ground. His posture was relaxed now, casual, as if the battlefield had never posed a threat to begin with.
Zorvak was already approaching.
The demon turned to face him, crimson eyes sharp but amused, and extended a hand.
“Brother,” he said smoothly. “Thanks for the help.”
Zorvak paused for half a heartbeat, then grasped the offered hand firmly. The contact sent a faint ripple through the surrounding mana, subtle yet unmistakable, as two sovereign existences acknowledged one another without excess ceremony.
“I will uphold my end of the agreement,” the demon said calmly. “The vessel is suitable. Better than anticipated.”
Zorvak’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and analytical. “Good. Then the loss was not meaningless.”
“It wasn’t,” the demon replied evenly. “This body bridges the limitations of this world far more efficiently than any construct or avatar could. Its compatibility is ideal.”
Vexor remained a step behind Zorvak, silent as always, but his eyes lingered briefly on the man in the black suit. The aura was unmistakably demonic, yet altered, layered with something unnatural, something that should not exist within a native vessel of this world.
“You have established dominance?” Zorvak asked.
“Yes,” the demon answered without hesitation. “The original soul has been suppressed.”
Zorvak nodded slowly. There was no surprise in his expression. Only confirmation.
“Contained, not destroyed,” the demon continued. “It remains intact beneath mine. That ensures stability. And control.”
His lips curved faintly. “A broken vessel is useless. A restrained one is far more valuable.”
Vexor inclined his head slightly, understanding the implication without needing further explanation.
Meanwhile, Zorvak nodded slowly to possessed Bane’s words and said, “Good. Then listen carefully.”
He raised his hand and clenched it.
The air screamed.
Space itself warped violently as an invisible force exceeding a million tons of pressure tore straight through reality. The fabric of the Labyrinth split apart like brittle cloth, revealing a swirling void beyond. A massive portal formed from the rupture, its edges unstable, reality struggling to seal itself back together around the tear.
Zorvak stepped toward it, Vexor following closely behind.
Just before crossing through, Zorvak stopped.
He turned back.
His gaze settled on the man in the black suit, standing calmly amid the ruined battlefield, crimson eyes reflecting the unstable portal light without emotion.
“This SSS Labyrinth,” Zorvak said evenly, “is now the only remaining connection between our demon race and this world.”
His tone hardened.
“It’s your responsibility. Claim it. Use it well. Prepare everything for our return.”
His eyes narrowed sharply.
“And do not dare mess this up, brother.”
The demon inclined his head once. “I won’t.”
Satisfied, Zorvak stepped through the portal. Vexor followed without hesitation. The tear in space snapped shut behind them, reality sealing itself with a thunderous ripple that echoed across the Labyrinth.
Silence followed.
For the first time since the possession, the demon exhaled slowly.
“Look how far I’ve fallen,” he muttered, a trace of bitterness slipping through his calm. “The mighty Adoni, now taking orders.”
His lips curved faintly.
“But if I can evolve to Ex,” he continued quietly, eyes burning with ambition, “then perhaps this humiliation will become the foundation of something greater.”