A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5830

"So... the boy hides quite the secret," the Soul Devourer murmured, the rasp now edged with ice—and a glimmer of hunger no mortal ear could miss. Power enough for a Human Immortal to sever a Heaven Immortal Level Seven... That is no ordinary stroke of luck.

Perhaps the youth bore some heaven-defying legacy. Perhaps he carried a treasure even the ancient void had never revealed. Whatever the answer, the crimson eyes dimmed—and in that moment the vast hall felt smaller, as if the world itself had begun to narrow around a single, predatory intention.

"My Lord, that swaggering Jared Chance behaves as though you did not exist. He must be hunting for you this very moment. Please, emerge from seclusion, wield your supreme arts, crush him in your grasp, rip out his soul, refine it, and wipe away this insult."

Catching the faint spark of murder in his lord's eyes, Sheldon pressed harder, hammering at that spark like iron on an anvil.

Soul Devourer offered no reply. Twin pinpricks of crimson light burned inside his hood, sweeping across Sheldon for a single heartbeat. The glance dropped Sheldon into an instant, glacial abyss.

"Do I require your counsel on how to act?"

The iciness of that question rattled through the hall; Sheldon's knees knocked against the black flagstones. "N-Never," he stammered, forehead thudding against the floor. "I would never presume, my Lord!"

"Hmph. Jared Chance will be dealt with—by me alone. But not yet."

Slowly, the Soul Devourer rose from the throne. As his sable robes lifted, the very miasma within the grand hall began to churn and bow, as though the darkness itself worshipped him.

A pressure deeper and broader than anything Elder Bonewick had ever radiated spilled outward. It reeked of devouring, chaos, decay, and despair—as though every wicked thought and every shard of suffering in creation had gathered to crown this single figure.

"My injuries are already ninety percent healed. Once I drain the final living essence from this Ten-Thousand-Soul Blood Pool, my strength will return in full—perhaps even surpass what it once was. Then, not merely Jared Chance, but even lords of level twelve will crawl at my feet, trembling."

Delight flashed across Sheldon's pallid face. "Congratulations, my lord! Your invincible power will rule the world!"

He had barely finished the last syllable when a thunderous detonation rocked the fortress, shaking pillars and showering dust from the vaulted ceiling.

Shockwaves rolled inward from the perimeter of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect's citadel—walls crumbled, towers split, screams ignited. The Sect-Guarding Grand Array shrieked like a dying beast as ribbons of light were ripped away and scattered into nothing.

"What's happening?"

Color drained from Sheldon's face; terror surged in to fill the void.

The crimson embers in the Soul Devourer's hood narrowed, snapping toward the shattered doorway.

A deacon—drenched in blood, one arm severed—scrambled across the threshold, slipping in his own gore.

"M-Mr. Soulsby... My Lord—it's terrible! Jared Chance has breached the fortress! He cleaved the outer array with a single sword-stroke; patrol disciples lie in heaps. He is marching straight for the Infinite Soul Hall!"

"W-What? How dare he? How did he find us so quickly?"

Sheldon's soul nearly fled his body; instinctively, he looked to the Soul Devourer for direction.

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