Chapter 1318 Freedom
“Calm down, Edgar. You are not a lost cause yet. It’s just…” Derrell hesitated. “Do you have a way, Master? Tell me!” A glimmer of hope flashed across Edgar’s eyes.
“At this point, if you want to recover,” Derrell said as he gritted his teeth, “you need to let evil enter your body. Only in that way can you be healed completely.”
Edgar became lost in thought upon hearing that. He did not understand what it meant to let evil into his body or, for that matter, what Derrell was even talking about.
“What do you mean, Master? I’ll do whatever it takes for me to recover!” With his mind set on recovery and revenge, Edgar gave no thought to the cost.
“Think carefully, Edgar,” Derrell warned. “Allowing evil spirits into your body will turn you neither human nor demon. The act might even devour your soul.”
“Whatever it takes, Master!” Edgar hollered for all he was worth. “It would be better than being bedridden all my life, anyway. I will do it!”
Derrell lapsed into thoughtful silence for a while before grinding his teeth resignedly. “I’ll oblige you, then.”
After that, he exited the room but returned quickly with a wooden bell under his arm. A layer of dust covered the exquisite object. Derrell brushed the dust off and gazed stoically at the wooden bell in his hand. “I hope I’ve made the right decision…”
He began muttering, and a streak of golden light burst forth from the wooden bell. Edgar’s eyes widened at the sight. In an instant, a black smog emerged from the wooden bell and plunged the room into biting cold a moment later.
A dark shadow flickering in midair then became visible. It cackled maniacally. “Hah! I’m finally free!”
Edgar was stunned at the sight. “I released you in the hope that you would be able to heal my disciple,” Derrell said calmly.
He did not look surprised at all and must have known that there was a dark shadow within the wooden bell from the start.
The dark shadow gazed at Derrell and then at Edgar on the bed.
“He’s a talented young fellow! This body happens to please me.”
Without warning, the dark shadow burrowed itself into Edgar’s body.
Edgar’s eyes widened with terror written all over his face. After a spell of dizziness, another voice sounded in his head.
“Stop resisting, or I’ll cripple your spiritual sense,” the dark shadow said menacingly in Edgar’s head. “Your body will be useless then.”
Noticing what was happening, Derrell cried, “As this is your choice, Edgar, you must accept it! Don’t be afraid, and don’t resist.”
Edgar eventually calmed down. Then, another bout of dark smog enveloped his body.
A moment later, the smog dissipated to reveal Edgar’s body shining like never before. His muscles had also become extremely taut.
Edgar gazed at himself in shock before leaping out of bed. A chilling aura shone out of his eyes.
“Hahaha! I’m healed!” Edgar exulted. “I will have Jared wish he were dead!”
“You still need more practice with your current powers, Edgar,” Derrell cautioned. “You wouldn’t be a match for Jared otherwise.”
“Is that so?” Edgar suddenly turned sideways to Derrell with an ominous smile on his lips.
Derrell’s brows furrowed as a sense of foreboding rose within him.
Right before Derrell could take a step back, Edgar reached out suddenly and planted his hand on Derrell’s head. Then, he began absorbing his mentor’s power greedily.
