Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

It took the entire night to integrate the Phoenix bloodline warriors into the Liberation Army.

The transition was surprisingly smooth. Many of the widowed women from the Phoenix Empire, renowned for their beauty and charm, were warmly received by the male soldiers of the Liberation Army. The merge symbolized a new beginning for both sides, fostering camaraderie despite the underlying grief.

Meanwhile, the construction of the new Imperial Palace continued at a rapid pace. Though incomplete, it was expected to be finished by tomorrow—or, at most, the day after. The anticipation surrounding its unveiling added an air of excitement among the people.

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Late at night, Aengus was alone in a dimly lit room, his aura dark and chaotic. In the eerie silence, he devoured corpses and rare materials like an ominous entity, his strength visibly increasing with each passing moment.

However, despite his efforts, the pace of his leveling had slowed considerably. The scarcity of higher-level resources and corpses capable of fueling his growth presented a new challenge.

The last fifty levels, the threshold to godhood, now loomed as an insurmountable wall. Without the necessary materials, progress felt like chasing the horizon—a small stumbling block on his otherwise unstoppable path.

Aengus's crimson eyes glowed with the frustration gnawing at his resolve.

By now, nearly a million corpses were yielding him only one level of progress. The diminishing returns were aggravating, and he was left with only a few hundred thousand mid-level corpses—a number far too insignificant to meet his goals.

"Time to hunt in the Demon World," Aengus muttered coldly before vanishing from the room, leaving behind only a faint ripple of distorted space.

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The Demon World was as gloomy and foreboding as ever, its skies heavy with dark clouds and an aura of dread that seemed eternal.

Recently, the undercurrents of fear and anticipation had grown louder. The entire Demon World was abuzz with discussions about the meteoric rise of the new Demon Lord, Ruination.

Like an unstoppable juggernaut, Ruination had crushed the domains of Demon Lord Crimson and Demon Lord Goliath, solidifying his reputation as a force to be reckoned with.

However, his actions had stirred controversy. Whispers spread about the possibility of Ruination being punished by the Demon Lords Council for breaking the ancient treaty that prohibited unprovoked wars among the ruling demon lords.

Opinions were divided. Some supported the idea of punishment, arguing that the treaty maintained order among the chaotic demon domains. Others believed Ruination's actions were justified, as he was not yet a member of the Council and thus unbound by its rules.

For the weaker Demon Lords, however, the rumors sowed fear. They saw Ruination as a looming threat, a predator who could strike at any moment to claim their lands and power.

Unbeknownst to them, the predator had just entered their world, seeking to fuel his rise to godhood amidst the chaos.

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Aengus appeared before Sen and Sienna, distorting the space around him.

"My lord!"

Momentarily surprised during their documentation work, the two quickly recovered and bowed deeply.

Aengus sat down on a chair with an air of calmness, though his aura was sharp, betraying his mood.

"Any new orders, my lord?" they asked hesitantly, sensing his dark mood behind his calm facade.

Aengus's crimson gaze swept over them as he spoke casually, "How many demon minions do we currently have, Sen, Sienna?"

Though confused by the question, Sen and Sienna answered promptly, "Over a hundred million after integrating Demon Lord Goliath's forces with ours."

Aengus nodded, his expression unreadable, but the faint flicker of a plan could be seen forming in his eyes.

"My lord, there's another matter," Sen suddenly said, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Speak," Aengus commanded.

Sen hesitated briefly before answering, "My lord, there's some news about the investigation you started."

Aengus's eyes sharpened as he heard the news.

"Are you talking about the investigation of the Ancient Dwarves?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord. We have likely identified the culprit. News has reached us that Demon Lord Lucifer, the Sin of Pride, is building advanced warships in his domain. It's said these ships could rival a transcendental in terms of raw power alone," Sen added, his tone serious.

Sienna nodded, already aware of the news.

"Lucifer? He seems to know many things..." Aengus muttered as he absorbed the information. "Perhaps I should teach him a lesson about never being too arrogant," Aengus smirked.

"What do you plan to do, my lord? Perhaps we should not make any move against him?" Sen asked doubtfully, lowering his head.

"Haha, relax. I'm looking for something to devour, and I've found the right place to make my move," Aengus said with a chuckle.

After that, Aengus was about to leave, but suddenly Sienna stopped him, her beautiful figure radiating hesitation and shyness in her Medusa-like eyes.

Sienna had now grown into a beautiful woman with a commanding presence, both mentally and physically. Any other male would have drooled over her figure.

Aengus turned to find that Sen had already left, leaving the two of them alone.

"What is it, Sienna? Speak your mind," Aengus said calmly, already guessing what might be on her mind.

Sienna spoke softly, her voice filled with emotion. "My lord, forgive me for being so bold as to approach you like this as a servant. But I need to make this confession to lift the suffocating feeling of regret from my chest," she said, her eyes pleading. Aengus gestured for her to continue.

"My lord, I fell in love with you a long time ago after witnessing your compassion toward the weak and your care for those you love, which used to make me very envious. But as you continued to grow more powerful, I realized how insignificant I am compared to you. I can never measure up to your wives in terms of beauty or power.

I initially wanted to bury these feelings, but it was hurting me more than anything. And who knows—one day, I might regret not being able to confess my love before you drift farther away from us."

Her voice trembled as she finished, "Please, give me your reply, my lord. I won't mind if your words are harsh or unforgiving for daring to love you as your servant." Her eyes brimmed with tears by the end.