Unholy Player - Chapter 534 Henry's Plan (Part 2)

Chapter 534 Henry’s Plan (Part 2)

Before Henry could answer, Zephan turned his gaze toward her and spoke instead. “It’s somewhere that would make you and the entire Blood Sect regret ever asking about it.”

She sensed the threat behind the words. A smile spread across her dark face, revealing her neatly arranged, saw-like teeth. “Oh? Trust me, you’ll be the ones who regret it if you don’t tell me right now.”

She was a member of the Blood Sect. Even if it was not the strongest force in the Midlands, it was still powerful enough to go head-to-head with some top-tier organizations and families. It had influence too, enough to make doors open and lives disappear.

So being threatened, not just personally but along with her entire sect, was enough to ignite her rage.

“You puny Lunari clearly know nothing about the Midlands. There, a Rank 4 like you is nothing more than an ant,” she sneered, determined to make this country bumpkin understand what kind of power he was facing.

In the Outer Region, Rank 4 Practitioners were the ruling power. In the Midlands, they were merely servants tasked with dirty work for their families and organizations, standing beneath true giants.

To her surprise, however, Zephan did not seem affected by her words at all. He did not take them seriously. He only let out a small sigh.

“And you, Blood Sect, clearly do not know what kind of place the Central Region is.”

Arvyn’s smirk froze instantly, as if the words had struck an unexpected nerve. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

It was a place rumored to be home to Sages, Demigods, and their families.

Rumored, because even Arvyn did not know what it was truly like. She had never set foot there in her entire life. She had never even met anyone who had visited, which made the place feel distant and unreal.

Even their Sect Leader, powerful and mighty as she was, had no power or right to visit such a place.

It was a region on the edge of the Abyss Line. Legends spoke of it as the place where all Gods began. To most, it sounded like the final stop, the one place you went only if you meant to reach the realm of the true Gods, where mortal rules no longer mattered.

Even though the Blood Sect was attempting to create a God of their own, it was only a long-fallen, ancient God they were trying to revive. They were not even sure how much power He would regain after resurrection. They did not know how long it would take, either, or whether He would return as the same being at all.

So in the short term, the Central Region was still far beyond their reach. It was the kind of place they only spoke about in whispers.

That was why hearing a Rank 4 mention it so casually here made her pause and question if she had understood him correctly.

The shock and confusion on Arvyn’s face drew a laugh from Liora, who spoke in a playful tone. “So you came here without knowing that this territory belongs to someone from the Central Region? Unfortunately, he is likely back home now, taking your treasure with him. If you want it back, you will have to go there and ask for it.”

“Nonsense!” Arvyn shouted, convinced they were lying to make her hesitate and fear.

But Kaelor thought the opposite. “So the owner of this place is from there. That makes sense”

“What are you talking about? You do not believe their bluff, do you?” Arvyn snapped, unable to understand what was going on inside that smoking metal head.

Kaelor finally tore his gaze away from the drone and looked at the

still-motionless Throgar. “Do you not already find it strange that a Gemnarch is here protecting these lands?”

The Gemnarch were a Midlands race known for their isolationist culture. They avoided contact with other races unless it was absolutely necessary. Leaving their homeland to protect some useless territory was something they would never do without a reason.

Seeing Arvyn still hesitant and unwilling to believe, Kaelor raised a metal finger and pointed at the drone. His voice grew heavier.

“And that thing… that is a creation only someone with the talent of a true Creator could make. I searched my entire life to find someone with that talent.”

He lowered his head and looked back at Arvyn. His voice now sounded like grinding metal gears. “And the only place I never searched is the Central Region.”

It was obvious that whoever had created that drone had to be from the Central Region.

Henry, listening through the drone’s receivers, felt like he was on an emotional roller coaster. He followed every development, forcing his mind to keep up.

But the last part of the conversation made his thoughts shift.

Creator? Talent? Is this robot talking about some kind of talent for creating machines?

It provided him valuable information. It meant even in the Midlands, technology was not advanced enough to produce even simple flying devices.

That mattered. This meant that when humans began to settle in the Midlands in the future, they would retain a significant advantage due to their possession of advanced technology.

Arvyn started to feel a headache spreading across her skull as she became more and more convinced.

“It was supposed to be a simple mission. We only had to come here, kill anyone

who tried to get in our way, and take the treasure back to the sect…” she murmured desperately.

If it had only been a Gemnarch blocking them, that would still have been manageable. They would kill him if he insisted on standing in their way, because the mission mattered too much to hesitate.

But once a native from the Central Region entered the picture, moving forward became impossible. Even if their sect leader were here, she would not stop at thinking twice. She would think 3 times, 4 times, before making any move. If they even slightly angered someone like that, not even their God’s descent. would be enough to save them.

A power on that level could erase them before He even had time to awaken.

The problem was that returning empty-handed was not an option either. The sect would not let them live. In the end, both outcomes led to the same place, which was why Arvyn found herself trapped in a deep hole.

Henry, seeing the two of them stuck in confusion and an inescapable situation, did not hesitate to assess it immediately.

The small drone flew closer and spoke. “Sorry we took it without knowing it was yours.” The face on the hologram looked genuinely regretful, almost

ashamed.

“Tell me why you want the treasure, and maybe we can compensate you.” Of course, he did not truly mean “compensate.” What he wanted was to learn why they were chasing the treasure so desperately and what their real intentions were.

Arvyn stayed silent. There was no chance she would reveal their intentions so easily, because it was a secret more important than her life.

But Kaelor did not hesitate at all. He spoke to the drone like it was his lost brother. “We need it to resurrect a God. The owner of the Blood Path.”