Where the hell is his cursed finger?
Scattered in the many planets, these Princes of the Underworld left the fight in the underworld in search of their missing items they all suspected were displaced by Loki.
Damn, that trickster. Does he know the final war will soon be upon them?
Does he know how all these pieces make up the puzzle they were supposed to unlock?
Son of a b**ch.
They wished they could send their hands to the heavens and strangle his locked-up self to death.
Each of them zoomed through the most guarded and deadliest agents for their kind, swearing to one day stomp on Loki with their feet, looking down on him from above.
Just you wait!
Once they broke through and found a way to enhance themes and no longer rely on the abyss for absolute power, Loki would be the first they touched.
What friends? How can anyone trust the words of a demon? The moment they no longer needed Loki, they would find a way to kill him, trap his reincarnation and seal the damn bastard for all eternity!
Just because the heavens were cautious with Loki didn't mean they had to treat the son of a b**ch the same way when they take over.
Everyone growled, scattering around in search of their missing treasures.
But amongst the missing treasures belonging to 4 Princes flying about, Loki wasn't the only one responsible for the displacement.
In Dorian's space, the cursed finger lay safe and sound, contained by the power of the space.
Closing his eyes and sitting cross-legged, Dorian's aura continued growing the longer he cultivated.
Things were calm and steady until Pandrol suddenly appeared outside Dorian's private Room within the space.
"Master, you have an urgent request from the elders."
"Oh?"
Dorian opened his eyes calmly, slowly rising to his feet and walking slightly ahead of Pandrol.
For them to bring any cases to him meant they suspected it was above their level. What's more, many of the elders had taken students out of the academy for smaller missions so it was understandable why they would ask him to investigate given their numbers.
This also reminded Dorian of the need for more elders.
Don't think having 50 or so elders was enough.
In his former world, a sect could have 2000 and even more elders, while the disciple count could be more than a million.
After all, every year they accept disciples while the old ones live for hundreds and hundreds of years too.
Of course, death in missions was common if the enemy was too strong, but the overall balance did not affect the population much.
After all, there were life-saving talismans that the disciples could drop that would teleport them far away before the enemy could kill them.
Dorian indeed provided safety talismans that the disciples and elders could purchase with their sect points.
The first time they became sect members, they were given one for free when he was far weaker than he was now.
So should they want something stronger, they better pay the latest life-saving teleportation talismans for their own good.
At his current strength, his talismans could take a person to another city in a millisecond. But his first safety talisman could only take them a few miles away and nothing more.
You have to know that some talismans could take a person to another continent depending on how strong the talisman master was.
For very strong underworld creatures, jumping a distance of 2 miles won't make them lose their scent on you.
They will still appear and strike you in a second.
So the farther you can get away, the better.
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"Master, it's indeed a strange case. There have been reports of missing elders in the farming town, only to have these elders return to their homes several days later. From what the locals say, they were all strange after they returned."
The reason why the case caught the attention of the elders was that almost every day in the town, people would show up to report their grandparents or parents missing. And in another few days, they would return to say it was a false alarm.
How can over 200 elderly people get missing only to return with nothing medically wrong with them?
The good news was that when the reports were made they assisted in searching for the missing elders but found nothing.
So this meant they were indeed missing. But when these elders returned, they seemed to have selective amnesia, not recalling what happened during their 'missing' days.
How strange...
Could it be that after the age of 60, old people would suddenly fall into deep memory loss nowadays?
They had questions but no one to ask.
The police didn't know what to make of it since nothing was medically wrong with these elders.
Seeing as many old people were still going missing and returning a few days later, the police officers first decided to protect the elders who hadn't gone missing yet.
But even after doing a full stake-out, the elders they were protecting seemed to have vanished into thin air and were no longer in their homes.
F***!
I believe in science. That was the mantra they chanted in their hearts.
Seeing as they were running out of ideas on how to stop this missing report situation, they then contacted their superiors who then contacted a few of the sect elders.
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"What's the age range of those reported missing?"
"60 to 84, master."
"Hmmm... and that farming town is known to many as a comfortable retirement place?"
"Yes, master. Many move them from the big city to peacefully live the rest of their lives, becoming one with nature."
That was what the internet said about the place. Pandrol inwardly thought, not understanding what hese humans meant by living in bliss and becoming one with nature in their old age.
If it's such a good life, why not do it when young? Why wait to get old before attempting it? Humans sure were complicated.
"Master, how many people will you be taking this time?" Pandrol asked.
"40... 3 elders and 37 disciples. Have the elders decide amongst themselves who will go. Since it's an urgent task, we will leave tonight."
As for himself, he needed to prepare for what was to come.
Who would've known he would find the second portal so fast?
This 𝓬ontent is taken from f(r)eeweb(n)ovel.𝒄𝒐𝙢