Rise of The Anti God

"I am a Spiritwalker," Farah said after much hesitation.

Damien raised one of his brows hearing this new term, "A Spiritwalker? And what is a Spiritwalker exactly?"

"You don't know?" Farah asked with a puzzled expression since she expected Godnim to be someone who had expertise with things related to one's soul.

"I am not from around here, so some terms in these areas are new to me," Damien casually said though Farah squinted her eyes, not sure whether to believe what he was saying.

"I practice Spirit Arts or one's that affect the soul," Farah said in an evasive tone.

Damien wasn't surprised to hear that she was someone who practiced such mystical arts since Luna had told him there were such arts, especially when his Anti-God Arts second stage, Shackles of Death, was a special kind of Spirit Arts on a totally different level..

"Hmph, she is trying to give you a half-baked truth. Ask her exactly what kind of Spirit Arts she is practicing?" Luna scoffed since she had taken notice of the soul chains Farah had used.

Damien mentally nodded and asked, "What kind of Spirit Arts did you use on my slave?"

Farah pinched her lips in exasperation, not wanting to reveal what he was asking, though the piercing stare from Valentina made her open her mouth, "I practice Dark Spirit Arts. After finding out that Tristen or your slave was jeopardizing me, I brought him to my tent to make him spill out everything, only to find out that he was already dead," She gnashed her teeth as she continued, "That was one of the biggest shocks in my life...to think that I failed to sense a dead person whom I had sex with. I bet you must have had fun knowing how your dead slave was fucking me. Did it turn you on?"

*CRAK!*

"AAAH!!!" Farah's expression twisted in pain as a soft yet powerful foot stomped on her leg, breaking some bones effortlessly.

"Didn't I tell you to mind your words?" Valentina said with a cold-blooded gaze.

"YOU BIT—" Farah somehow suppressed her anger before she was about to curse her since she didn't want her left leg to have broken bones as well.

However, she still couldn't digest the fact that she had sex with a dead person, which was the reason why she couldn't help but let out some of her disgruntlement.

"Alena, calm down. We still need her," Damien said as he caressed her head while inwardly he still was astonished by how violent Valentina could be.

If he didn't know about her beastial side, he would have never expected the cute and lovely girl who was his lover could ever be so violent.

Farah's face was flushed red, and she was barely able to calm herself down to not make her situation worse. She could see from Alena's eyes that she would really kill her if she pushed her luck too much.

This made her make a mental note to not do anything stupid while she was before Alena.

"Anyway, I don't know what kind of Spirit Arts you or your Master used on the dead prince, but I am sure certain people would be willing to kill for it. If you don't enslave me or kill me, I can help you warn who all you have to be wary of. By now, I am sure you know there is no point in turning me into a corpse puppet since the Spirit Arts I am practicing will erase my memories if I die," Farah said with a narrowed gaze, making sure Godnim sees her as someone too valuable to kill.

"Corpse puppet huh…" Damien wondered if that's what Tristen really was or whether Farah's version of Corpse puppet was slightly different since his Shackles of Death ability was created by an ancient god, which couldn't be compared to mortal arts.

"Let me worry about what to do with you. But first, tell me what you planned to do with my slave after you extracted the information out of him?" Damien asked as he put his leg over the other.

Farah knitted her brows and said, "I planned to use your own slave against you by putting my own seal in him to monitor his every activity, especially when you and my husband are planning to kill me. But this makes me wonder, who you really are and why you are so interested in the Gale Empire?"

This was something that puzzled Farah the most since she had never come upon these people or ever heard of them.

But she knew these people were far from ordinary, considering that with their average cultivations, they were able to enslave an imperial prince after killing him without letting anyone else know, including her.

"You don't have the luxury to ask me that. But I have the same questions for you. Why don't you enlighten me with your answers?" Damien wanted to know what this woman's endgame was and why she was working for the emperor.

Farah again became silent as her eyes continuously wandered about, seemingly thinking about something.

"I can always throw you out to Kale and then stop him just before he kills you. But by that time, I am not sure if you would still stay pretty," Damien knew Farah was quite obsessed with her beauty and decided to use it against her, especially when she was a woman and women always considered their beauty a sensitive thing.

"Isn't it quite obvious? I want power, and what's the easiest way other than to get close to the emperor?" Farah said casually as if what she said was common knowledge.

Damien didn't feel like she was lying, but this only puzzled him as he said, "It does seem like you crave power, but how does simply sleeping with the emperor give you the power you seek? I am sure you are not the type of woman who would be satisfied even if the emperor made you his imperial concubine. Tell me, what is your real plan? Perhaps you wanted to kill the Gale Emperor in bed and take his throne?"