Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

Seojun muttered, "Found it," as he spotted the necklace clutched in the opponent's hand. He stopped and glanced towards the barrier, ensuring that the swirling dust was still obscuring the view. The dust storm had created a thick fog, and the faces of the onlookers were hidden from his sight.

Satisfied that the audience couldn't see them clearly, Seojun turned his attention back to the opponent. Just then, the opponent seized the moment and unleashed a final, desperate wave of shadow tendrils.

The tendrils shot towards Seojun with explosive speed, but he reacted instantly. Extending his bare hand, he caught the tendrils mid-air, their dark forms wrapping around his fingers. The opponent's eyes widened in shock as Seojun held the tendrils effortlessly.

"How—how are you doing that?!" the opponent gasped, his voice trembling.

Seojun maintained a calm demeanor as he looked at the opponent. "Didn't expect me to handle your shadows so easily huh?"

The opponent could only stare in disbelief as Seojun's grip tightened, causing the shadowy tendrils to dissipate into nothingness. Seojun took a step forward, the necklace now firmly in his grasp. He glanced back at the barrier, reassured that the dust continued to hide the details of their confrontation.

The crowd outside, still murmuring in confusion and awe, could only speculate about the outcome.

"Can you see anything now?" one person asked, peering through the fog.

"No, the dust is still too thick," another replied, frustration in their voice.

"It must be intense in there if we can't see anything! Damn it! That guy looks like the guy in the Abyssal Lord Fan channel" someone else added.

With the situation under control, Seojun focused back on the opponent, who was now visibly shaken. "It's over. Hand over the remaining artifacts, and we can end this peacefully."

The opponent's face hardened with determination. "No!" he shouted, his voice full of desperation.

Ignoring Seojun's demand, the opponent raised his arms and began chanting loudly. "Arkhazul, Dark God of Shadows! Hear my plea!"

The opponent's voice grew louder as he continued, "bless me with your power!"

Dark energy swirled around the opponent, forming a thick, ominous fog. Shadows twisted and coiled in response to the invocation. Seojun tensed, feeling the shift in the air.

The crowd outside, still obscured by the dust, murmured in worry.

"What's going on now?" someone asked, fear in their voice.

"Someone is calling on a dark god!" another person replied, anxiety clear in their tone.

The shadows around the opponent began to take on a menacing shape, and a dark, unsettling presence seeped through the barrier.

Seojun moved swiftly and grabbed the opponent by the neck. As his hand tightened, a white glow began to shine from his palm. The dark shadows surrounding the opponent started to fade, disappearing like smoke in the wind.

The opponent's eyes widened with fear. "No... this can't be!" he choked out, struggling in Seojun's grip.

"Your dark god's power won't save you now," Seojun said calmly.

The opponent tried to speak again, his voice weak and shaky. "I... I didn't know... you could—"

"Save it," Seojun cut him off, his hand glowing even brighter. "It's over."

The dark energy drained away, and the opponent's body became normal again, his face losing the twisted look of desperation. As the last of the shadows disappeared, Seojun noticed a small, dark figure sneaking out from the opponent's body and crawling away on the ground.

Seojun quickly stepped on it, pinning it in place. The shadow started trembling and a faint voice came from it, apologizing in a hurried whisper, "Please, forgive me! I didn't mean to cause harm! I just wanted to stay free!"

Seojun frowned, feeling something off. Suddenly, the system spoke in his mind: [Host, that is a soul that escaped the underworld.]

Seojun's expression tightened. "So, him calling the dark god was just a bluff," he muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Pathetic."

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The soul under his foot quivered more, its voice pleading. As the dust began to clear, the view inside the barrier slowly became visible. The swirling fog thinned out, revealing the scene to the audience outside. Seojun stood in the middle, his eyes fixed on the small, dark shadow squirming beneath his foot.

Without hesitation, Seojun reached down, grabbing the shadowy soul and in the blink of an eye, he vanished into thin air, taking the soul with him and he appeared on the rooftop of a nearby building, overlooking the scene below.

In his grasp, the small, dark wisp of a soul trembled, its form barely holding together.

"Please, don't send me back to the underworld! I didn't mean to cause harm... I just wanted to be free!" the soul pleaded desperately, its voice shaky and weak.

Seojun's eyes narrowed, his expression cold and unforgiving. "You almost got my Uncle killed back there, all for a chance to escape?" he said. "Why should I let you go after that?"

The wisp flickered at the revelation, realizing its mistake. "I—I didn't know he was your family! If I had known... I swear I wouldn't have done it!" it cried out in panic, its voice cracking with fear. "Please, I can be of use to you! I'll serve you!

Guide you! Anything!"

Seojun's gaze was hard, his patience thin. "Why would I keep a trickster demon like you around?" he asked flatly. "What use could you possibly be to me?"

The wisp hesitated, but sensing its life was on the line, it spoke quickly. "I know things, Great Abyss Lord! I've seen realms and secrets hidden from the eyes of even the most powerful beings. I've wandered the underworld and know of treasures, spells, and artifacts long forgotten. I can guide you to them!"

Seojun's brow furrowed at the title it had used. "Abyss Lord?" he echoed, his voice carrying a note of confusion. "How do you know that title?"

The wisp shivered, then pointed a trembling tendril toward his forehead. "It's there... above your head. The title of the Abyss Lord," it stuttered.