Name: Mask of the Underworld
Grade: Mythic
→ Long before the Battle of the Parting, there was a soul cultivator widely known as the Ferryman.
→ He was called this simply because he was rumoured to have the means to enter the underworld and ferry souls back to the land of the living.
→ Of course, these were just rumours. However, those who believed these rumours tried to find out how he did it, but none succeeded.
→ None of them realized, however, that the only way he could enter that place was because of the infamous mask he possessed.
→ The Mask of the Underworld.
→ This mask was rumoured to belong to one of the Seven Kings of the Underworld.
→ It allows the wearer to enter the underworld and visit all 14 layers without fear of their soul being trapped—unless, of course, they lose the mask while there.
→ It also enables the wearer to take souls from the underworld and bring them to the land of the living. All souls taken with the mask will be loyal to you.
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→ All souls brought back using the mask will turn into haunting soul spirits.
Kent read the details of the ugly mask, and for a moment, his interest piqued. However, a voice entered his head the next second, causing him to back down immediately.
[Young Master, this is the item I was talking about,] Uncle Drew said, and Kent could only back down to let his Night Rider Captain acquire it.
’Go ahead, Uncle Drew. When the bidding starts, you can buy it,’ Kent said before leaning back into the waiting embrace of the Spear Gate Master.
"Everyone, though this mask is ugly, rumour has it that it once belonged to a powerful soul cultivator long before the Battle of the Parting.
Now, I don’t know what it can do or how to use it, but I know one thing: this mask is extremely valuable.
This is why it’s in this category. The bid is set at 200 million, with a minimum increment of 10 million.
Let the bidding begin!"
"300 million," Alina wasn’t even done speaking when someone bid on the mask. It wasn’t Uncle Drew.
This caused Kent to wonder just who the bidder was. However, it didn’t take long for more voices to join the bidding.
Kent smirked, knowing that a few collectors were now looking to add such a powerful mask to their collections instead of taking the time to research its true value.
But since he already knew who would win the bid, he simply lay there, rubbing Camilla’s thighs and causing her to blush profusely.
Val, who was tired from rubbing the dragon through his trousers, began contemplating whether she should remove his pants and go for the real thing instead.
The other ladies noticed this and chose to wait and see what decision she would make.
Meanwhile, the bid for the mask had already reached the billions and was climbing quite quickly.
It seemed some people truly wanted to possess something that existed before the Parting. Before that battle, the world was very different.
Powerful cultivators were everywhere, so an artefact from that era was highly coveted.
Thirty minutes later, the mask was sold to Uncle Drew, who had had enough of the bidding. He raised the bid from 25 billion to 70 billion, silencing everyone and securing the mask.
Kent had provided him with more than enough money to use as he pleased, so Uncle Drew didn’t hesitate to go all in and win.
[Thank you, master. With this, I will be able to grow my and my fellow Night Riders’ strength many times faster,] Uncle Drew said to Kent through telepathy.
’You are welcome. But if you don’t mind me asking, what do you intend to do with the mask?’ Kent wanted to know if he was aware of the true nature of the mask.
[Although none could recognize this mask, it’s actually a mask that allows one to enter the underworld, where the souls of the dead reside.
It also enables one to bring back souls that can be converted into soul spirits.
Of course, I plan on using these souls as materials to strengthen my Hell demons. Soul spirits are good, but Hell demons are far better.] He smiled as he said that.
’But aren’t you already from Hell? Why do you then need a mask before you can enter there?’ Kent asked.
He knew that much about Night Riders because Uncle Drew had told him. So then, if he is from Hell, why does he need a mask to access it?
[I am from Hell, but Hell and the underworld are two different places. The underworld is where souls go after the body dies. Hell is where souls are banished when they fall out of line in the underworld.
There are fourteen levels of the underworld, governed by the 7 Underworld Kings and 7 Underworld Fiend Queens. As for Hell, there are 13 levels, and a calamity governs each level.
However, beyond its thirteen levels, there is a fourteenth level where the flames of the night burn. It’s my home and where all Night Riders come from.]
’I see. This is actually quite educational. Thanks, Uncle Drew. I hope with this mask, you can grow as you said.’ Kent smiled, knowing his subordinate had obtained something worth dying for.
’Taking souls from the underworld and using them to upgrade his Hell demons. That sounds intriguing. I’d like to see the outcome someday.’
Kent continued to observe the auction as more and more items were brought to the stage and auctioned to the highest bidders.
Suddenly, he felt his trousers loosen, and then slowly, they were pulled down, revealing his hardened member, demanding attention.
Val’s face turned red, as did Camilla’s when they both saw the dragon for the first time.
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"Go ahead, Val. This is your chance to get closer to him. Do your best, for the reward you’ll taste is something you can never have enough of," Selene said, licking her lips.
Val trembled slightly but then touched the shaft and brought it to her face before taking it into her mouth. Camilla blushed, knowing it was only a matter of time before her turn came.