​Modret stayed inside a room while Axel stayed in the room beside him.

​Sitting cross-legged, Modret thought about all that had happened so far and clenched his fist tightly.

​'Troy!' Modret still felt an unprecedented rage whenever he thought of that youth.

​Even with infinite mana he couldn't defeat him—that was truly a lamentable situation...

​After some hesitation, he decided to spin the roulette.

​Glancing at the system's screen, he realized he had 10 roulette spins available.

​'By combining them I should get a higher grade ability, huh?' Modret prayed silently in his heart, his mind filled with expectations as he mentally clicked the '+' sign on the system screen.

​A glow surfaced before Modret's consciousness appeared in the unique void space.

​He gazed down on the already spinning roulette as he waited silently.

​A whistling sound echoed in the peaceful, silent void as the roulette gradually shifted before coming to a stop and landing on a blue light.

​'A B-grade ability?' Modret didn't feel too disappointed; at least he was guaranteed to get higher grade abilities whenever he spun the roulette.

​The description of the ability surfaced in his mind.

​'Another movement ability?' He shook his head then placed the ability at the back of his mind.

​Closing his eyes, Modret began absorbing mana.

​His gaze moved internally to his mana core and a frown formed on his face.

​His mana core was filled with cracks, and like a glass, it seemed as though it would shatter at any moment.

​A few soft blue glows threatened to escape through the gaps of the cracks as he absorbed more pale blue mana.

​'This should most likely be the cost of infinite mana,'

​Modret guessed internally; although one could have infinite mana, it didn't mean that their core could withstand the destruction caused by the unlimited mana.

​'If I had a few hundred more abilities, using unlimited mana with them all would have just caused my mana core to collapse.' Modret lampooned internally.

​Closing his eyes once more, he continued absorbing mana.

​Gradually, the cracks within his core were being mended, regaining its smooth exterior surface.

​This was another knowledge Modret had obtained from the SSS-grade Lightning Ability.

​Aside from those with SSS-grade abilities, no one else could possess such means.

​'I guess this is what it's like being the parent grade.'

​Modret no longer let his thoughts linger as he returned to meditation.

​The sunlight filtered through the dark curtains, casting its warm, serene glow on Modret, whose eyes were closed as blue lights surrounded him.

​Finally, his eyes shifted slightly as he opened them.

​Standing up and stretching, he exclaimed, "A new day, huh?"

​He shifted his attention to his core briefly, 'I should be able to completely restore it within a week.'

​With that thought, he stepped out of his room.

​Outside his room door, Axel was already waiting.

​Modret thought of something then glanced up at Axel.

​"Hey Axel, how would you like to get stronger?"

​The thought was fleeting, but Modret felt that since he would soon have a burst of strength growth, Axel too should increase his strength.

​Axel looked at him curiously, "Young Master, what do you mean?"

​Modret chuckled, then explained.

​After a few minutes passed, Axel widened his eyes...

​"You mean after gathering these things called shadow fragments from killing animals, I can become stronger?"

​Modret nodded.

​There was no need for him to hide this information from Axel, as he was his shadow.

​Unlike shadow servants which were disposable, Modret knew that Axel was going to stick with him for a long time—at least until he gathered one million shadow fragments.

​Suddenly, Modret thought of something then moved his thoughts towards the system.

​Immediately, a line of words flashed before his eyes.

​[Detected that the Lord of Shadows has bestowed 10 A-grade abilities on his shadow.]

​Previously, in the description of his shadow, Modret read about bestowing some abilities upon his shadow.

​Back then he placed it at the back of his mind, but now... He felt it would come in handy.

​Of course, he could still feel thin threads connecting him to the abilities, and whenever he wished, he could tug on these threads to pull the abilities back to him.

​Axel felt a miraculous change within him and the descriptions of all sorts of abilities surfaced in his mind.

​'So many abilities... To think the Young Master had so many abilities!'

​Axel's body trembled in disbelief, 'and for him to give me 10, he must have countless more.'

​Axel couldn't help but recall when he had asked Modret about how many abilities he had and Modret had replied simply.

​"Not Enough"

​In essence, he could still obtain more...

​'What a monster...' Axel shook his head with a sigh, not bothering to compare himself with Modret.

​He bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Young Master."

​Modret rubbed his head awkwardly and was about to reply when he caught a thin frame from the corner of his eye.

​It was the little girl from yesterday...

​In her hand were some neatly folded towels as she stepped out of a room three doors away from theirs.

​Modret glanced at her with curiosity. He had a strange, unsettling feeling that there was something peculiar about the girl.

​Raising his voice slightly, he asked, "Aren't you too young to be doing all these?"

​At the age of 5, Modret was still attending classes; although there was that one time he explored the forest, it was just a single thing not worth mentioning.

​The little girl paused in her tracks then glanced up at Modret and Axel.

​Her mysterious purple eyes stared at them briefly before she let out a sigh and spoke.

​"Sister is always tired after attending to the guests all night so I have to clean up every morning."

​Pausing as though deliberating over her choice of words, she continued.

​"If I slack off, sister would not make enough money to feed us... So I don't bother to do anything else."

​Modret felt some pity for the little girl, not knowing how to comfort her...

​"Err, I'll be heading out now..." It was as though she realized the awkward air; the little girl swiftly departed from them both.

​"What an interesting girl. She speaks with such maturity that one might mistake her for an adult..." Axel muttered.

​Meanwhile, Modret's gaze lingered on her departing figure, a silent guess about her identity forming in his heart.

​'No, it can't be...' Modret shook his head, feeling he was thinking too much about certain things...

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