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Chapter 381: Yasir’s evolution

The antagonist’s leader, Yasir.

Because of his scheme and achievement on Earth, Yasir managed to get his hands on the influential figure’s body. Using that body, Yasir stepped into a realm, his plans stretching toward The Light Church.

He appeared in one of its branches.

“You have the perfect qualities to adapt Gavriel’s mana and teachings, Yasir. You shall be baptized today,” a man in black priest’s robes said, his eyes closed, seemingly staring into the future.

He still faced Yasir, who stood before him with a faint smile.

In The Light Church, everyone wore white robes with golden armaments. However, the highest and the most divine seats wore black clothes, their presence and beliefs standing out from the rest.

He didn’t show any feelings, as if he poured all his attention into his silent prayers. At first glance, any outsider would believe that Yasir had the most common relationship with this man.

That would be a false assumption, for the black priest had already been swayed by Yasir’s charisma.

“May Light guide me,” Yasir replied officially, keeping himself and his decorum in check, for it was not a time to play strong or leader-like.

There was no shame in being smaller before the black priest solely due to his man’s level and influence.

In fact, Yasir should be worried about something else, other bishops. He was sure that at least half of them had been irked by him taking over Gavriel’s seat and mana, starting the first evolution.

Yasir knew that most of them were skeptical and unsure about the antagonist’s concept.

But as the black priest believed in Yasir and his journey to Paradise, Yasir knew that he could only look out after his neck, continuing to tread forward like usual.

“We shall begin your baptism now,” the black priest uttered in a reverend tone, his divine mana coming out from his hands. He called Gavriel’s mana, taking it out from his body.

A copious amount of holy energy slammed into Yasir, who, under the pressure of it, knelt before the black priest.

He closed his eyes, carefully overlooking the foreign mana seeping into his flesh, bones, and heart.

Yasir’s soul was on the highest alert, ready to kill him to stop the process and start the resurrection process. If that happened, it would be one of the biggest blunders in Yasir’s life.

But as the process continued, Yasir knew that his evolution would smoothly finish in a few hours.

Precisely after three hours, Yasir’s evolution ended. His body became closer to the divine concept from The Light Church, blending perfectly with the antagonist’s mana. His stats surged, reaching absurd levels and beyond.

Moreover, a woman in nun clothes materialized herself before him, similarly to Yasir’s demon. Of course, it wasn’t a foreign concept in The Light Church, for Gavriel and other bishops possessed similar creations.

However, the black priest couldn’t keep his eyes closed in her presence.

He gazed at the woman with long red hair, eyes hidden beneath a black head-cloth, and nun clothes tightly wrapping her abundant curves.

Every creation existed with a cause. They mainly were similar, yet the black priest couldn’t exactly tell what kind of purpose this creation wielded.

She was still a perfect creation, her energies in harmony, “Your baptism has been successful, Yasir. Descend to a mortal realm and continue preaching our belief.”

“Understood,” Yasir replied, standing up with a faint smile. He immediately turned around, leaving the holy church in simple but fast steps.

His newest creation followed him like a loyal servant, floating with her clothes fluttering slightly.

Yasir side-glanced at her, inwardly whispering, ‘This world is much better than ours. The energies here and connections to the goddess are on a higher level. Each connection has a purpose, so revealing the cause behind The Light Church’s existence will bring my new girl to the highest level.

Still… I am so lame, am I not? I couldn’t get my hands on Yumi, so I ended up creating a girl for myself! Haha! Alexander will laugh at me!’ Yasir’s lips curved into a bright smile, seemingly enjoying his evolution.

He headed to a special altar that would bring him back to mortal continents. And as The Light Church’s Realm was too blinding and white for Yasir’s taste, he didn’t waste any energy sightseeing or appreciating the higher world.

He just left the realm, his creation disappearing into his body.

After leaving the altar, Yasir appeared in the church, similar to the one he had been before just a few minutes ago. It was a much smaller and less grand church that desperately wanted to mimic The Light Church’s architecture.

In that place, no one doubted Yasir anymore.

He had taken perfect control over half of the continent already. What was left was conquering the Undead Kingdom and ending the lives of the sentient undead.

‘Black Priest… I could sense some of Gavriel mana within you… After baptism, I’m sure of it… You have been stealing or using him to propel your mana and strength… You call yourself the black priest, but Gavriel was the strongest in that branch.

He was sent to Earth, not you…’ Yasir’s lips curved into a devilish smile, for he had already started plotting against the black priest.

That was perhaps the punishment for stealing Yasir’s prey’s mana, for Black Priest didn’t use Gavriel’s full mana for the antagonist leader’s evolution.

Yasir didn’t look offended, though.

He didn’t waste time gathering his loyal people and new additions from the mortal continent, their presence swarming the open area in the middle of the holy capital.

“We will erase The Undead Kingdom. This operation will take a while, perhaps months. I’m confident in our success,” Yasir just said these words. Yet, no one doubted him, his charisma extending across the whole army.

It was a blind or perhaps forcefully induced trust. Yet, it was fair to believe in Yasir, for he wouldn’t let the soul grave-keeper survive if he didn’t have a plan.

And if that high-level existence was not a problem, then Eva Mora and the legendary necromancer were insignificant in his eyes.

“May the light guide you,” Yasir spoke like a bishop, drawing smiles from his loyal antagonists. His words charmed the newest additions, their robes fluttering as they bowed before the bishop.

A war that would influence everyone on a mortal continent started.