Chapter 476

Chapter 476: Mind’s Shadow

Mind’s Shadow, a high-level mind-related ability.

Through this ability, Midi could erase all traces of himself from an opponent’s mind and replace them with fabricated information.

Skills like True Sight, Truth Revealing, and Truth Spell held no power against Mind’s Shadow.

It didn’t disguise the physical world—it rewrote the mind itself.

Like a fleeting daydream or the shifting landscapes of sleep, this ability manipulated the mind’s unchallenged reality.

To an observer, Midi stood motionless, Horn King Greatsword in hand, while the three fighters failed to locate him despite using True Sight, tracking magic waves, or sensing killing intent.

All they saw was the illusion Midi planted in their thoughts.

Of course, casting such a high-level skill took time given Midi’s current strength.

But as the fighters pretended loyalty during their journey, Midi had quietly seeped psychic energy into their minds.

To a human noble, seeing through these dark elves’ clumsy acting was child’s play.

Earlier, when Midi collected the crystallized lizard’s heart blood and casually mentioned its value, it had been a test.

He’d assumed fighters from a small family would be easier to manipulate for intelligence, but their true nature remained unclear.

Hence the staged scene.

He left the lizard’s eyes untouched to hide his possession of “Petrification Eyeball Bombs”—a precaution in case conflict arose later.

The fighters’ blatant greed disappointed him. Their hunger to exploit him made the battle simpler.

By the time they reached the Dragon Head door, Midi had completed all conditions to activate Mind’s Shadow undetected.

Now, under the skill’s influence, the three could only shield themselves with frantic attacks, futile against the Horn King Greatsword’s mountain-splitting edge.

“Stay calm—it’s a bluff!” The older gunner shouted, darting across the hall while scattering alchemy traps.

To his eyes, Midi remained unmoving before the door, enduring demon array attacks with utter calm.

But the gunner knew the real Midi was already on the move.

He kept shifting, unsure of the attack’s direction—until the greatsword erupted through his chest from behind.

The gunner stared dumbly at the blade, blood choking his words. Nearby, the assassin and Ghost Cry froze mid-swing, finally spotting Midi behind the gunner’s corpse.

“Kill!” Ghost Cry snarled, hurling demon arrays as magic surged around him.

The surging aura instantly swallowed the gunner whole.

At the same time, the young assassin launched an area attack toward that direction.

Against a powerful psychic user while already trapped, escape was impossible.

Though not equal to core disciples of major families, these two were genuine Mososbury City fighters tempered in real battles. They knew precisely when to fight desperately.

Midi revealing his position was their only chance, so they naturally attacked with full force.

This had become a life-or-death struggle – only by killing Midi could they survive.

Yet even these guaranteed hit attacks aimed at their sole opportunity missed entirely.

"Impossible! How?!" The young Ghost Cry’s eyes bulged as he roared hoarsely, "He was right there! How vanished?!"

"Forgot to mention," Midi’s voice drifted nearby, "Mind’s Shadow affects not just sight and senses, but also your grasp of time’s flow."

When Midi killed the gunner, he truly had been behind him.

Ghost Cry and assassin both saw it – their comrade skewered by the greatsword, Midi’s position exposed.

But their reaction speed had been warped by Midi’s mind-related abilities. Though they seemed to attack instantly, ten real seconds had passed.

Ten seconds in such a fight let Midi kill them ten times over.

By the time Ghost Cry’s attack arrived, Midi had long left that spot.

Realization dawned. Despair twisted Ghost Cry and young assassin’s faces.

Bound by Mind’s Shadow, they couldn’t even face Midi properly before being slaughtered.

"I surrender!" The young assassin suddenly shouted, throwing down her dagger and raising empty hands.

Ghost Cry followed suit, discarding weapons: "I surrender too! I’ll swear blood oath to Dark Dragon God!"

"Wise choice," Midi’s voice softened, "But I already have companions."

The Horn King Greatsword fell silently, ending both lives instantly.

Midi shook his head at the bleeding corpses.

He needed allies, not these wretches. With companions like Zaknavan, why spare backstabbers?

Maybe survival of the fittest ruled the Shaded Realm, but those who betrayed should expect betrayal’s blade.

Without such awareness? These three weren’t even worthy as enemies.

"No wonder," Midi murmured, turning from corpses to the Dragon Head door, "Mososbury picks fifty fighters for Crystal Dragon Fortress… How many survive?"

The massive door held four interlocking alchemical locks. Harmless but time-consuming to unlock.

Time mattered little to Midi now, his Black Dragon Remnant Token blazing within. Twelve hours of trial and error later, metal screeched as ancient gears turned.

Beyond lay a hall carpeted with gold, silver, pearls and diamonds – a dragon’s legendary hoard.

Midi ignored the glitter. His gaze locked on the central black pedestal where dark magic flames danced.

As he approached, the flame exploded into a colossal black dragon head.

"Warrior," rumbled the ancient voice, "Welcome to the Heritage Chamber."

"Dark Dragon God?" Midi’s eyes flickered with surprise.

"A human awakens me?" The dragon head tilted. "Yet your qualifications suffice. The Dragon Heritage is yours."

"I heard Dragon Heritage has tiers based on bloodline purity," Midi pressed. "Which is this?"

The dragon head boomed with laughter.

"Foolish distinctions! Only two heritages exist – True and False. This is Dark Dragon City’s true heritage!"