Reincarnated Hero System - Chapter 1110 - 1110: Miacav's Offer
“Wait! You’re Lucifer’s Descendant?!”
“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you before?” Arthur nodded casually.
“You only told me your mother was a Devil,” Evan countered.
Arthur nodded again, explaining his lineage. “Yeah. She’s Lucifer’s granddaughter. My grandad is Lucifer’s son, and he had a kid with a Leviathan Devil. That kid’s my mother.”
Arthur’s brief explanation made a lot of things click in Evan’s mind. He then turned toward Faulin and Conroe, who were speaking with Glazard, prompting the two Deities to notice his gaze and shift their attention.
“Pfft…so this is how it all happens,” he muttered.
‘I thought we were going to run into each other at some other time.’
Evan burst into laughter, drawing confused looks from everyone except Arthur and Jamie, who guessed that the boy was probably thinking about something from the future.
[Why are you laughing like a madman?] Jamie spoke to him via telepathy.
Evan was briefly startled by the sudden voice in his head, but quickly regained his composure and replied.
‘No. It’s just that the reason I’ve kept my mask on all these months has finally happened,’ Evan said, placing a hand on his mask, while Arthur, also linked to the telepathy, raised a brow in confusion.
Jamie shrugged, unconcerned, and turned his attention to the two Celestial Deities who were giving Arthur and Evan strange looks.
“Alright, you’ve got your disciple, right? Time for you to go before this Infernal muscle head starts a fight. I mean, just look at him.”
Miacav, suddenly insulted by Jamie, shifted his focus from the Celestials and shouted at the Hybrid.
“Oy! Who’re you calling a muscle head?!”
Jamie turned to him and replied without a moment’s hesitation.
“You. Who else?”
Miacav’s brows twitched repeatedly in irritation, but he quickly realised that picking a fight with Jamie would only play into his hands and validate his words.
Jamie, noticing the Infernal Devil’s twitching brows, laughed before shifting his attention back to Faulin.
“Why’re you still here? Do you really wanna start a fight here?”
Faulin’s presence in the Infernal Dimension had already drawn the attention of dozens of Infernal Devil Kings, though they held back since Miacav was present.
“…”
The Celestial King said nothing, simply turning and recreating the spatial portal that would take him back.
Once Faulin and his son left with Glazard, Jamie turned his gaze back to Evan.
“Oh, right. Evan, show this muscle head your flames.”
“Enough, Westley. Let’s take this outside.”
Miacav reached out, grabbing Jamie by the collar, but just as he was about to haul him off the planet, Evan casually conjured a small flame on his fingertip.
The Infernal Devil froze mid-motion, his head snapping toward Evan, eyes widening in shock.
Miacav released Jamie and took a single step that closed the distance between him and Evan, placing both hands on the Rogue Hero’s shoulders as he spoke.
“Kid, become my disciple. I’ll teach you how to incinerate planets with that Ultimate Seed you’ve got.”
“…”
Evan, completely blindsided by the offer, stood frozen for a long moment before finally replying.
“…I don’t exactly have the desire to burn planets…”
“Huh? Why?! That’s practically blasphemy to flames!!!”
Miacav exclaimed, tightening his grip on Evan’s shoulders until the Rogue Hero could feel his bones groan under the pressure.
‘Crazy! This guy is crazy!’
Evan thought, glancing at Jamie for help, only to see him laughing uncontrollably alongside Arthur. Both seemed thoroughly entertained by Evan’s predicament, which only made him want to punch them.
Finally, after his amusement subsided, Jamie stepped in, prying Miacav off Evan.
“Are you really trying to poach the kid right under my nose?”
“Steal? He’s a walking inferno of talent! Your attribute is Space, Westley. He’d be much better off under my guidance.”
Miacav seemed to assume that Arthur and Evan were Jamie’s students or something similar, and under that assumption, his words made perfect sense.
But just then…
|Azure Inferno Authority.|
The words slipped from Jamie’s lips as the arm he’d used to shove Miacav away from Evan ignited in roaring azure-blue flames.
Raising an eyebrow, Jamie gave Miacav a smug look, his voice laced with amusement as he asked,
“You were saying?”
The Infernal Devil froze, eyes wide with disbelief.
“…why the hell do you have a fire Ultimate skill?”
Shock was written all over Miacav’s face, but beneath the disbelief ran a clear thread of fear.
It was no secret that Jamie wielded the Spatial Ultimate Skill, Azure Void Authority.
Like most Supreme Kings, it was widely assumed he possessed only one Ultimate Skill. That assumption had been safe until now.
Now, Jamie had revealed a second, and Miacav’s mind raced as dread crept in.
‘If he has two… he might have three, or four… or more.
The terrifying implications of Jamie’s still-hidden power gripped him, and though Jamie could see these thoughts from a mile away, he just laughed and extinguished his flames.
“Besides that, Miacav. I’m sure you can see it, can’t you?”
Jamie’s words pulled Miacav out of his shock. He turned his gaze back to Evan, exhaling heavily.
“…yeah. I can.”
Evan, who had been left out of the loop despite being the subject of their conversation, frowned slightly and asked, “What are you guys talking about?”
Jamie opened his mouth to explain, but Miacav spoke first.
“Every existence has a link to the laws of Life and Death.
This link is why they are considered ‘Alive,’ and it’s the same link that allows ‘Death’ to claim their soul when they perish.
The law of Death keeps a record of every soul, just waiting for that moment when it’s marked as ‘dead’ so it can claim it.”
Pointing directly at Evan, Miacav’s eyes glowed with a dark light as he continued,
“You’re no exception, even as an Irregular. But why is the ‘Time’ of your Soul Record… the 51st General Calendar?”
As the wielder of a Unique Death Authority, Miacav didn’t need to activate his Authority to glimpse a Soul Record, especially for a Mortal.
A single look at Evan was enough to reveal the age and strength of his soul. What baffled him most wasn’t the overwhelming strength, but the anomalous date on Evan’s record.
“But why is the ‘Time’ of your Soul Record… the 51st General Calendar?”
‘Because I’m from the 51st, why else?’
Evan barely managed to keep the retort from slipping out.
“Don’t act like you haven’t pieced it together, Miacav,” Jamie said, and Miacav shook his head.
‘No wonder the kid suddenly popped out of nowhere,’ Miacav thought, exhaling deeply as he turned away.
“Whatever ‘future’ you came from, I hope we cross paths there. Maybe then you’ll accept my offer.”
With those parting words, the Infernal Devil King erupted into a towering pillar of flames and vanished.
Evan stared after him, expression neutral, muttering with a hint of exasperation,
“I hope we don’t.”
Naturally, Evan had no intention of ever crossing paths with Miacav again, future or otherwise.
‘Well, Prisma me will meet him, but that’s Prisma’s problem.’
◇ ◇ ◇
In the end, it wasn’t until the 23rd that Evan finally made his way back to Aramis.
Before that, both he and Arthur had been dragged off to Gozon’s Interstellar Citadel by Jamie, where they found themselves in an impromptu gathering of about a dozen Demon Kings, all convened for a single reason: the aftermath of the Infernal Dimension.
It was there they learned that Jamie had taken it upon himself to broadcast the entire ordeal as a Reality TV show for deities across the galaxy.
When Arthur and Evan asked how he had managed such a stunt, Jamie only laughed and answered, “I’ve got connections.”
Connections, indeed, and influence that stretched far and wide.
Once the meeting with the Demon Kings wrapped up, Jamie, true to form, decided it was time for an after-party.
His choice of venue was Denerth Prime, where he invited every cultivator who had taken part in the chaotic Infernal Dimension saga.
Ironically, it was the same party he had originally chosen not to host, knowing full well it would spiral into bedlam, given that many of those guests had spent the last nine weeks at each other’s throats.
And did fights break out? Naturally, they did.
Expecting nothing less, Jamie had already prepared a solution: he set the party on a floating platform suspended above the Denerth Sect’s renowned fighting arena, a place where settling disputes was practically a cultural pastime.
His logic was straightforward.
“Got beef? Take it downstairs.”
When the three-day party finally wrapped up, Arthur and Evan were released from Jamie’s grip and allowed to make their way back to Aramis.
The return journey itself stretched across another three days, landing them at their long-awaited destination on the 23rd of November.
For Arthur, the arrival marked the close of an exhausting ordeal, though he knew full well that with Jamie, it was only a matter of time before more ‘connections’ and ‘brilliant ideas’ stirred up fresh chaos.
As for Evan, he was utterly drained, with no plans to so much as glance at his weapon for at least a month.
Rest was the only thing on his mind.
But rarely do things ever go as planned.
‘I 100% agree with Madara. Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world…’
Seven days later, Evan was on Planet Aidos, watching Artemisia run a series of tests with her evolution-based Unique Series Skill.
Her goal was to upgrade her Divine Spark in order to artificially replicate what Evan and Arthur had achieved during their trip to the Regal Void Expanse: an increase in energy quality.
She had begun these experiments a week earlier, not long after Arthur and Evan returned from Gozon to Aramis, having borrowed several Divine Spark fragments of that Titan god in Iklaque from Arthur.
But every attempt so far had ended in failure.
These failures, however, were only parts of the process in Artemisia’s eyes, so she didn’t give up and instead focused on analysing the reasons for the failures.
Her theories came down to three possibilities:
Either her current level was too low to gather the right amount of Evolution law energy, the Divine Spark she had chosen was far too powerful for her present self, or the fragment in question came from an existence that had simply been dead for too long.
Determined to find a solution, Artemisia chose to adjust the variables in her experiment.
Her first step would be to address her own level.
Unlike Evan and Beatrix, she was still a Legendary and hadn’t surpassed Level 800.
Throughout the Infernal Dimension Saga, her focus had primarily been on support, which naturally left her with less experience compared to Evan and Beatrix, who more often than not had taken the attacking roles.
She had left Taemia at Level 796, just four levels short of reaching 800.
To bridge that gap, she planned to challenge a dungeon Evan knew well, the Cavern of Trials.
Specifically, Cavern of Trials III.
