Shadow Slave

Sunny blinked.

[You have received a Memory: Drop of Ichor.]

'Wait a moment… wait a moment…'

A Great Devil? He gulped.

Nightmare Creature with four soul cores was called a devil, just one class below the dreaded tyrant. From that detail alone, the evil ancient egg had been potentially more powerful than the Carapace Demon.

However, what shocked him the most was its rank, not class.

The quality of most things having to do with the Nightmare Spell followed a similar hierarchy, from Dormant to Awakened, Ascended, Transcendent, Supreme, Sacred and Divine.

Humans had only ever managed to reach the Transcendent rank. These heroes were known as Saints, each wielding an unimaginable amount of power and leading humanity in its war against the Nightmare Creatures.

The Nightmare Creatures, too, were different from each other in a similar fashion, with seven ranks of power. They were, in order of growing strength: Dormant, Awakened, Fallen, Corrupted, Great, Cursed and Unholy.

A Great Devil, therefore, was a Nightmare Creature with four soul cores, each one of the Great rank. Which were the same in terms of power as a Supreme soul core would have been if a human ever managed to pass the Fourth Nightmare and rise one step above the Saints.

…Sunny had just killed one of the most powerful Nightmare Creatures to ever fall by a human hand. At least as far as he knew. Victories against the Great Devils were rare enough to be of historic importance.

'Uh…'

What a stroke of luck, to find one absolutely defenseless, yet to be fully born and weakened by thousands of years of neglect. Not to mention the fact that he was probably the only human alive to be partially immune to the egg's terrifying life-sucking powers.

'Wait… how many shadow fragments did I get?'

Sunny felt stronger… a lot stronger…

He was used to receiving two fragments for each awakened beast he killed. Thus, it was fair to assume that a Fallen beast would give him four, a Corrupted beast would give him eight, and a Great beast would give him sixteen — forgetting the ridiculousness of the notion that a Sleeper would ever be able to slay a great beast.

was not a beast, it was a devil. It had four

runes. In his excited state, he even disregarded the insistent forgetfulness that prevented

Shadow Fragments: [196/1000].

was giddy with joy at first. But then, Sunny

I received sixty-four just now, that makes it hundred and sixty. Where did the additional thirty-six fragments come from? From the fruits? No way… we've been eating them for less than a week, one fruit a

him noticing?

the discrepancy, but it was very hard, for some reason. The more he thought about

trying to remember? Something about

he massaged his

I was trying to calculate how many fragments I got from killing

shadow fragments he

Memory. He had actually received a Memory from a Great Devil! A real, actual Supreme Memory of the fourth tier. That was…

'Fantastic!'

runes once more

[Silver Bell], [Puppeteer's Shroud], [Midnight Shard], [Drop

on

Memory: [Drop of Ichor].

Memory Rank: unknown

Memory Type: unknown

beautiful eyes, it stole one of them on a dark, starless night. Impatient, the vile creature looked at its bounty while still in flight. However, when it saw the reflection of -unknown- forever frozen in the depths of Weaver's pupil, it went mad and screamed, dropping the eye on the mortal realm below. All that was left in its greedy beak was one drop of

Sunny frowned.

hell

had never heard of a Memory with an unknown rank and type. How was this even possible? Did the Spell really not know or was it

at the runes themselves, but they were beyond his ability to translate. In

very,

no idea what the word "ichor" meant. It simply wasn't in his vocabulary. Maybe if

cautiously summoned the strange Memory. Instantly, golden sparks of light appeared in the air in front of him, coalescing into a spherical drop

am I supposed to do with

he finished his thought, the Spell spoke again. Its voice sounded a bit strange.

acquired a drop of ichor.