What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 18

In the darkness, Murphy’s eyes flickered. He greedily flipped through the fragmented scrolls in his hands, so consumed that he failed to notice the approaching footsteps outside the alley. Obscure and profound runes encompassing infinite mysteries raced before his vision. His purple eyes glowed brilliantly in the shadows, betraying a primal hunger for knowledge and power.

This was the opportunity he had awaited for so long. After enduring so much torture, he had finally obtained this chance. A sense of profound satisfaction washed over Murphy. He loved the feeling of growing stronger bit by bit, acquiring more knowledge, and sensing his own expanding influence.

To an ordinary person, these cryptic texts would cause immediate dizziness. The scholarship within was as difficult as scaling the heavens; some spent their entire lives without deciphering a single character. For Murphy, however, these were simple riddles. He dissected and understood them one by one, devouring the information until it became the pillars supporting his sea of consciousness. If those who could touch the Record of Calamities without mutating into monsters were rare geniuses, then the Record seemed as though it had been created specifically for Murphy.

His purple eyes grew brighter. Deep gold occupied a large portion of his pupils until his expression became unnerving. His thirst for knowledge and power required no external stimulus; he was born with it.

Despite his obsession, Murphy soon felt his soul buckling under the burden of reading the Record of Calamities. His mental energy was nearing depletion. He reluctantly put the scrolls away, savoring the lingering joy of his discovery. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed. A thug was chasing a woman into the dark alley. The place was deserted and abnormally dark. Light lingered at the entrance, seemingly afraid to step inside. The air held a faint, oppressive weight, as if a gargantuan entity lurked in the depths. However, a steady gaze revealed nothing but a hazy purple glow.

The thug pursued the fleeing woman as she ran blindly into the dead end. It was a common and unremarkable scene, yet neither of them realized the proximity of true danger.

“Please, My Lord, have mercy on me,” the woman begged.

The thug spat on the ground. “Do not think begging will work. Why did you not think about the consequences back at the casino?”

“But I really have no money left!”

“No money? Then I will cut off your hands and feet. Who is there?”

The thug finally sensed something was wrong. The two, who had been arguing moments ago, froze simultaneously. They felt a sinister, cold chill radiating from behind them. It was a chill like a beast lurking in a dark forest. It made their hair stand on end; even their souls trembled.

The thug and the woman shook, nearly clutching each other in terror. They took a step back as the thug drew a long knife, pointing it at the tall figure emerging from the shadows. Murphy stepped forward, a smile on his face as he looked at the thug.

The thug shivered involuntarily. Under that gaze, his soul felt as though it were being seized. A deathly coldness swirled behind his head and wrapped around his spine, as if intent on gouging his soul from his body. As Murphy fully emerged, his perfect features, his terrifyingly large stature, and his gentle yet deathly gaze were revealed.

At this moment, beauty was irrelevant. When such a massive presence appeared before them, the primal human fear of a superior predator took hold. They only wanted to run.

“You, do you want to save her?” The thug’s survival instinct kicked in. He shoved the woman forward, using her as a shield. He was taller and stronger than her, and he possessed a marathon sprint technique for quick escapes. He pushed her toward Murphy without hesitation. “I will give her to you! Do not look for trouble!”

Murphy’s gaze swept over the woman. In that instant, she was paralyzed by fear. Murphy seemed to be weighing their value. He was eager to test the knowledge he had just gained from the Record of Calamities on a fresh subject.

His eyes flashed as they bypassed the woman and settled on the thug. He spoke suddenly. “You are a bully, a villain who commits every imaginable evil.”

Sweat poured down the thug’s forehead. He watched Murphy warily, his heart hammering like a drum. “My Lord, I am just a hooligan doing business. Please, show mercy and spare my life.”

Murphy interrupted him. “You are an evil man. You wanted to bully her.” Murphy looked at the woman. Under the gaze of those purple eyes, she spoke with the fastest speed of her life. “Yes, yes! He was going to kill me just now!”

Veins popped on the thug’s forehead. “What the hell? Are you crazy?”

Murphy continued. “You insulted me. You saw me standing here and wanted to kill me to silence me.”

The thug stammered. “No, I was not talking about you!”

“You want to escape,” Murphy said. “You wanted to turn around, leave, report back, and bring others to kill me.”

The thug was speechless.

Murphy smiled gently. “We have never met, yet you want to kill me. Therefore, I have no choice but to do this.”

The thug and the woman were utterly confused. Having finished his speech, Murphy nodded slightly. He had successfully convinced himself. He was acting for the greater good of the people.

“What greater good? I think you are just a madman,” the thug said. His words cut off halfway. Murphy stepped forward. The sheer difference in size and power left the thug no room to run. Murphy placed a finger to his lips. Under the woman’s terrified gaze, the thug’s feet left the ground. He struggled fruitlessly. A flash of spiritual light flickered in the darkness, and the thug’s memory and soul were ripped from his body, transforming into a scroll of parchment.

The woman watched the scene, trembling. This was Murphy’s first time performing such an act. He found it fascinating and felt a surge of joy at successfully stripping a soul on his first attempt at Soul-Sucking Magic. He held the thug’s head briefly before the body collapsed, eyes glazed and lifeless. The soul and thoughts of the man turned into rows of wriggling script upon the scroll. In the dark alley, Murphy flipped through the pages, reading every detail of a human life.

“So your name is Orr,” Murphy noted. New lines of text appeared on the parchment asking where this was and why this was happening.

Murphy ignored the pleas and read through Orr’s life. He confirmed that the man was indeed a violent criminal and a madman. Yet, such a vicious thug was as helpless as a rabbit in Murphy’s presence.

The woman’s body shook; she was on the verge of a breakdown, but her remaining sanity forced her to cover her mouth and nose. She even stopped breathing.

Murphy lifted his face and glanced at her. She stared back in horror. Murphy had no interest in weak souls. He smiled gently and said, “You may leave.”

Before she could, however, he had to handle her memory. Murphy reached out and pressed his hand against her head. A fragment of the Record of Calamities flashed through his mind. It was a branch of Soul-Sucking Magic that allowed the distortion and alteration of memories.

Murphy’s purple and gold eyes met the woman’s. After a brief gaze, he released her. He wiped his fingers with the soul scroll and then tore it to shreds. Appearing polite and elegant, he asked, “How are you feeling now, Ma’am?”

“I, thank you,” she said. “Thank you for helping me.” Her gaze fell upon Orr’s body with a look of disgust. “This man has been harassing me. Thank you for killing him.”

Murphy nodded, his heart untroubled. He wondered if this was what it felt like to be a good person.

After practicing these mysteries of Soul-Sucking Magic, the mana that had been dormant in Murphy’s body seemed to find inspiration. A vortex of mana surged through the air. Having survived a near-death experience and received a legacy, his breakthrough was imminent. A golden light flashed in his eyes as he took a deep breath. His aura soared. In that instant, Murphy broke through the boundary, ascending from a Mid-level Mage to a Master Mage.

His sea of consciousness became a turbulent ocean. Pure purple light turned into infinite waves. The cobalt blue light of the Blood Covenant struggled to remain stable amidst the crashing tide. The waves produced by Murphy’s breakthrough did not harm the covenant; they merely washed over the gemstone like foam kissing a reef. The blue light nestled on the reef like a small reed wrapped in ripples, swaying quietly and peacefully.

The light had no consciousness, only instinct. It was a derivative of Su Feng’s consciousness. Only when Murphy’s consciousness or body neared collapse, or when the Blood Covenant wavered, would the blue light show any sign of movement. When the covenant was significantly impacted, Su Feng would feel everything the bond experienced.

The blue light lay instinctively on its new bed. Su Feng did not know what was happening, so the light showed no reaction.

Murphy’s eyes flashed. Unlike the emotions he felt when performing magic or reading the scrolls, the moment he confirmed his promotion to Master Mage, a look of absolute danger appeared in his eyes. He licked his lips.

Within his sea of consciousness, the purple light gathered to form a blurry shape. Under the flowing, brilliant colors, a monster of purple and gold emerged. Murphy’s soul was now strong enough to carry the Record of Calamities, meaning that at this moment, he was more powerful than Su Feng’s soul.

The purple light stood silently before the Blood Covenant. The cobalt blue light appeared pitiably small in comparison. The covenant still radiated a sense of closeness. It had no thoughts and could not understand what this purple light represented. It could not perceive the needle-thin tentacles surrounding it from the flowing ripples.

Danger had arrived, and it was close at hand.

Without warning, the purple light wrapped around the cobalt blue orb, slowly lifting it from the gemstone. Murphy whispered softly, “I will not kill you.”

“I will not kill you, nor will I eat you. I will not do anything to you.”

“But as long as you are by my side, I must completely master everything about you. I must control you entirely.”

He curled his lips into a smile as he looked at the unresponsive, ignorant orb. He spoke to Su Feng with an air of affection and gentleness. “You must be obedient.”

Through his dark, viscous words, an undeniable possessiveness was revealed. The purple light turned into countless fine hairs, wrapping the orb in layers until it was swallowed. The patterns on the Blood Covenant began to shift. Murphy was reversing the contract to become the Master.

Fine, soft, and sticky tentacles pierced into the blue orb. After prying open a gap, they flooded inside. Purple filled the interior of the Blood Covenant. The cobalt blue orb was as motionless as captured prey.

Murphy began to laugh softly.

Inside the City Lord’s Manor, Su Feng searched in confusion but could not find Murphy. He did not dwell on it, however, choosing instead to sneak into the City Lord’s study, the room belonging to his father, Cecilia.

The door opened slowly. Amidst the room’s decorations and collections, a strange crystal with flowing text inside sat openly on the desk. Su Feng’s eyes widened. He wondered if he was seeing things correctly.

“Young Master,” the butler’s voice came from behind. He seemed to know what Su Feng intended to do. Su Feng turned to find the butler holding tea. “Do you know? Some people and things are destined never to change. Like this Covenant Crystal, perhaps some people are destined never to possess it because they are bound by fate.”

Su Feng said, “Speak plainly.”

The butler coughed lightly. “The City Lord is returning. I merely came to inform you of that.”

Su Feng had no intention of backing down. “Then it is no problem if I take this Covenant Crystal, correct?”

The butler was silent for a moment. He turned away and muttered to himself. “The black tea seems to be boiling dry.” He walked away with a light step.

Su Feng’s gaze returned to the Covenant Crystal. He had promised the Captain, and he had to follow through. He walked toward the crystal. One step, two steps. Until the moment he touched it, nothing seemed to go wrong. Su Feng wondered if the butler had just been being dramatic.

However, the moment Su Feng touched the Covenant Crystal, the Blood Covenant transmitted a viscous sensation of pulling. Pure purple threads pulled and then snapped, flooding into the bond. Su Feng’s face turned pale. He felt no pain, only a bone-chilling cold emanating from the depths of his soul.

Su Feng felt dizzy and broke into a cold sweat. He felt as though he were being held tightly in someone’s hand. The greedy force felt like a child clutching a favorite toy or a predator seizing interesting prey.

He turned pale, and his body shook. The handsome man leaned against the wall for support. His cobalt blue pupils contracted. He furrowed his brows and hunched his back, trying to vomit, but nothing came out.

Su Feng panted. His long legs trembled. The Covenant Crystal wobbled under his touch as if it were about to fall from the pedestal. Meanwhile, as Murphy eagerly expanded his body into a massive, silken maw to fully invade the blue orb, the Captain suddenly appeared before him.

The Captain looked at the scene, his eyes fixed on Murphy. He asked, “What are you doing?”

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