Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 931 Three Measly Wishes! (2)

Skullius felt immense power barrel through him like a flood. His vessel almost seemed too fragile to contain the might that exploded within angrily, beginning from where [Son of Luserus] was etched!

The Hybrid Luman grinned maniacally, though with sweat trickling down his brow!

The first thing to change about him was that fact that a second wing protruded from his back!

A second [Wing of the Just]!

But then... a third emerged.

Then a forth.

Each of the wings, like soft light drawn taut to become thin and long emitted a sacred sort of golden-white radiance while the glitter that normally appeared around Skullius' body when the wings became active, clung around the Hybrid Luman's skin stubbornly, making it seem like it was covered by an illusory rainbow.

Luminants, as Darwel had described, were free to control elements, and mana was drawn to them. It clung to their bodies when they willed it or even when they didn't.

This was especially impressive since, from the moment Skullius heard this, he had imagined that the Luminants probably didn't have abilities like the ones found in Aigas – [Mana Manipulation] and the sort.

What made them capable of such casual power, was merely their racial qualities.

This same quality was transferred to El Sif, the spawn of Sif and Luminants.

As far as Skullius had seen, what El Sif could do with mana naturally, was staggeringly impressive, but he could do it all with [Greatest Mana Crafter].

When his four wings, branded to his back emerged, however, his findings flabbergasted him.

Even without testing anything out, Skullius knew that what he could do with the awakened racial qualities of a Luminant alone, was far beyond what he could do with [Greatest Mana Crafter].

In addition to that, El Sif normally had a twofold increase to the base qualities of their abilities and physique when using the Wing of Embrace.

That is what Darwel had said when she first discovered Skullius' identity, marvelling at how his single wing increased his power fivefold instead.

Now... Skullius had four wings.

Four [Wings of the Just].

"Ah..." a soft, pleased sigh came from his mouth.

He could feel his body tightening, turning compact in order to fully handle all the augmentation to his stats, which he received fourfold – twenty times!

His body before the shrine emitted a crazy, bubbling presence, battered as it may have been.

The Hybrid Luman laughed.

How funny.

How hilarious.

Just this was ridiculous – his four wings, his unfathomable capacity to allure mana which he was yet to truly explore given where he was – however...

All of it, all this... was merely the passive effect of the newly awakened skill, [Son of Luserus].

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[Son of Luserus (Special) | Lv.1]

A blessing wholly granted to the beloved, graceful winged paragons of excellence, to shed themselves of their delightful grace and ignite their overwhelming ferocity when needed.

<Passive>

Gracefully, four wings remain etched to the user's back, perpetuating a 20x boost to their physical prowess and the overall performance of their magical abilities collectively.

<Active>

....

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One would consider just this passive effect absolutely mental for a Special skill, in fact, even Skullius thought the same before nodding in understanding at something he had nearly forgot.

'Of course...'

Only that would excuse how powerful the passive effect of this skill was, not to mention its active effect which Skullius saw no reason to active at this moment. Just the description alone made him chortle.

How were the Luminants even defeated with such a thing?

No, no.

He was being silly. He knew why.

<Is it to your liking?>

The boisterous voice of Luserus came with a subtle hint of saltiness unbecoming of someone called 'divine.'

Skullius smiled.

"Quite," he said.

At once, his four wings turned dull and smaller. They didn't disappear, however.

The passive effect of [Son of Luserus] made it so that he would ALWAYS have the staggering augmentation of the [Wings of the Just] active.

With the great degree of familiarity Skullius suddenly felt he had with the wings, he found it to be an easy task, branding them onto the back of his tenebrous robes, such that they didn't appear as glaring bursts of light protruding from his back, but an intricate, bold design shining dully from his clothing.

It was flashy all the same.

The colourful glitter around Skullius also turned less extravagant, but it too remained visible.

"I take it I can make the rest of my wishes?" he said coyly.

There was only silence as his answer. It seems Luserus didn't see the need to yip at Skullius' every call.

 Well, Skullius didn't mind.

The next thing he wanted done was something he felt would go a long way in progressing his goals.

Yes, it would progress them a fair bit.

Despite what Serenity had expressed about it in the past, he trusted how much he had been affected instead.

It had been Replicus' task to deal with this, but, well... there was hardly any need to wait for the avatar.

The Hybrid Luman's plans were far removed from that fellow, after all. Some would even say, they would soon turn averse to what that fellow wanted.

"I believe your divine powers should find this to be nothing more than a trifling matter. I tried to get rid of this some time ago, but I didn't have enough energy for it," Skullius said with an obnoxious tone.

"I need you to purge my atrocious luck and perhaps give me a fitting, positive equivalent. You were keen on blessing me, weren't you?"

Indeed.

Skullius felt this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of his bad luck!

Unlike Doom Factor 2, it was merely a trait that followed him as a result of his soul having been touched by Somanda, similar to how coming into contact with a rotting stench would leave traces that persisted for a long time. Of course, as Somanda was an Arch-Lich, one who transcended, his stench – the atrocious luck – could only be removed by something in the same league, or stronger than him.

Serenity had told Skullius in the very beginning that his atrocious luck was uncertain and shaky because of something that followed from his previous life.

But better yet, the stronger he got, he would find his atrocious luck become less and less intrusive.

This, for the most part, was true.

Compared to those days back in the Tremur and Inhone City, his atrocious luck seemed to have become more tame.

But that wasn't good enough!

It was best to get rid of it entirely!

Skullius had attempted this with the artefact Yuyui stole from the Grand Priest, but there had only be so much divine energy.

It was only enough to get rid of one of his problems.

(A/N: Refer to Ch.556).

Now, however...

<Very well. What sort of blessing would you desire from me then? Do keep in mind, my capabilities at the moment are heavily reliant on how much energy remains in the shrine.>

"I'm aware," Skullius said calmly. "I don't desire that great of a blessing. What I want is annoyingly simple."