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Chapter 452: Chapter 452: A Life-or-Death Struggle for the Origin Holy Grail

“Used and discarded without even realizing it… this is the miserable end he brought upon himself.”

Staring at Eli Pike’s shattered corpse, Luca spoke coldly.

He felt no sympathy whatsoever.

Even setting aside the fact that Eli belonged to the Pike family, the sheer arrogance and aggression he had displayed during their battle had been utterly revolting to Luca.

“Hurry and take control of the Origin Holy Grail! If you delay any longer, there’s no telling what other surprises might show up.”

Sophia’s voice reached him, weak and strained.

The primal power in the area had grown so intense that even speaking was difficult for her now.

Without wasting a second, Luca rushed toward the location of the Origin Holy Grail.

Shortly after he disappeared into the passage, what remained of Eli Pike’s body began to rot rapidly.

As the corpse decomposed, a twisted vine, radiating an eerie aura of cursed energy, sprouted from the remains.

Within moments, countless vines extended from that first one.

Seconds later, the vines twisted together, forming a humanoid figure—

Councilor Devitt emerged.

He stood there, smiling, gazing in the direction Luca had gone.

“What incredible luck! I’ve finally made it here safely…

Now it’s time to claim the Origin Holy Grail for myself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Devitt’s figure faded and vanished.

The mass of vines sank into the ground, slithering beneath the surface—

quietly but persistently trailing after Luca.

Meanwhile, the primal power across the entire region continued to intensify.

It had grown so powerful that even Luca’s max-level Perception talent was being suppressed.

He had no idea that Devitt was closing in on him.

All he could do now was push forward at full speed.

As he neared the final chamber—where the Origin Holy Grail was kept—

the primal power reached a level that was nearly unimaginable.

Reality itself was beginning to distort.

Time and space had become unstable.

In some places, time flowed at an accelerated pace; in others, it slowed to a crawl.

Certain areas were turned completely upside down, while others were shattered into fragmented pieces of space.

Without hesitation, Luca pulled out the Prison of the Gods.

He couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer.

Even though the Ancient God’s remnants inside the Prison of the Gods were awakening at an accelerating pace, Luca had no choice but to bear the risk of a full resurrection in order to seize control of the Origin Holy Grail as quickly as possible.

The moment he unlocked the Prison of the Gods, the primal power contained within the Ancient God’s remains briefly came under his command.

Having undergone his second awakening and completed his profession change, Luca now possessed a sufficiently elevated rank—enough to attempt to control the Origin Holy Grail.

The remnants of the Ancient God granted him the ability to manipulate primal power.

He gathered vast amounts of it, forcibly channeling the energy directly into the Origin Holy Grail.

Suddenly, a torrent of incomprehensible visions surged into his mind.

At the same time, the bond between him and the Origin Holy Grail grew steadily stronger.

He had finally begun to establish control.

As his mastery over the Grail increased, Luca found himself gradually adapting to the violent force of the primal power.

He could even sense the exact distribution of primal energy throughout the sealed zone.

Everything was progressing smoothly.

If things continued at this pace, he would need just fifteen more minutes to fully seize control of the Origin Holy Grail and seal the entire area completely.

But just as he thought his plan was nearly complete, Sophia’s voice rang out in his mind—urgent and full of alarm.

“Watch out! A powerful enemy is closing in!”

Almost simultaneously, a surge of vines erupted beneath Luca’s feet.

They tore through the ground and lunged toward the hand that was gripping the Prison of the Gods.

And then, Councilor Devitt’s voice echoed ominously in Luca’s ears:

“Did you really think it would be that easy?

You thought I would leave so few obstacles in your path?

The Origin Holy Grail is mine, and I will never let you take control of it!”

The moment he appeared, Devitt began manipulating chaotic energy.

Since most of the primal power had already been absorbed into the Origin Holy Grail, the chaotic power Devitt wielded was no longer subject to its suppression.

His chaos-infused magic made the curses on the vines even more terrifying.

The writhing vines lashed across Luca’s body, slicing open numerous wounds—

and through those wounds, the curse began to seep deep into him.

The intrusion of chaotic energy into Luca’s body ignited a violent clash between the various forces within him.

At the same time, the resurrection of the Ancient God’s remnants sealed inside the Prison of the Gods accelerated even further.

The Ancient God began to speak—its voice echoing through Luca’s mind, layered with an eerie, seductive allure.

“You’ve reached the end of your rope. Stop trying to suppress my resurrection.

If you choose to stand with me, I can help you destroy your enemy.”

The Ancient God’s voice didn’t stop with Luca—it also reached Councilor Devitt.

But the message they each heard was slightly different.

The Ancient God wasn’t placing its bet on a single pawn.

It extended its offer to both of them, casting two olive branches, knowing that it only needed one of them to break.

If either man chose to side with it, the Ancient God would seize the opportunity to break free of its seal and return fully to the world.

Luca, of course, had no intention of cooperating.

He didn’t even respond.

Devitt, on the other hand, was torn with hesitation.

As a high-ranking councilor of the Via Empire, he knew all too well that the Ancient God was a threat not just to Luca, but to the Empire itself.

While it might be useful to temporarily align with the Ancient God to deal with Luca, he absolutely could not risk the god completing its resurrection in the real world.

“If you’re willing to help me,” Devitt said slyly,

“then of course I’m willing to help you.

Hand over control of the Origin Holy Grail, and I’ll release you from the seal.”

His tone was part sincere, part deceitful.

In truth, Devitt’s promise was a lie.

If he actually succeeded in taking the Origin Holy Grail, he would flee with it immediately.

Fully mastering the Grail would take time—time he wouldn’t have in the current chaos.

Only in a safe, secluded location would he even consider attempting to harness its power.

So while Devitt and the Ancient God were both trying to manipulate one another, their potential alliance was deeply troubling to Luca.

He could not allow the Origin Holy Grail to fall into Devitt’s hands—

and he absolutely would not allow the Ancient God to be resurrected.

Facing this escalating crisis, Luca knew it was time to risk everything.

“Neither of you will succeed!”

“You’ve both grossly underestimated my strength—and my resolve!”

With a sudden, explosive shout, Luca made his stand.

Luca’s sudden action took both Councilor Devitt and the Ancient God by surprise.

But neither of them hesitated for long—they quickly adjusted their strategies to counter him.

Devitt intensified his attacks on Luca, fully prepared to seize the Origin Holy Grail the moment an opening presented itself.

The Ancient God, on the other hand, began rapidly absorbing primal power.

If it could gather enough energy, it would be able to shatter the Prison of the Gods’ seal and complete its resurrection in an instant.

Their aggressive responses only pushed Luca further.

Without hesitation, he activated Dreamweaving Mist.

A dense fog of dreamlike energy blanketed the area, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion.

Within this dream realm, Luca channeled the Blessing of the Goddess of Life, vastly amplifying his life force.

He resolved to concentrate all his strength into a single point—

in doing so, he would be able to suppress the Ancient God, who had yet to fully awaken, within the dream world.

The Ancient God immediately sensed what Luca was attempting.

“Why are you doing this?!”

“What benefit is there in suppressing my rebirth?

If you allow me to return, I will help you take control of the Origin Holy Grail!”

But Luca didn’t believe a word of it.

Not for a second.

He poured everything he had into halting the Ancient God’s awakening.

Time was not on his side.

With all his energy focused in the dream world, his physical body in the real world became dangerously vulnerable.

His sheer physical durability would never be enough to withstand Devitt’s attacks for long.

Seeing Luca’s decision, Devitt grew visibly excited.

“You’re a fool!” he shouted.

“You really think the Ancient God is your greatest threat?

Let me tell you something: I am the one who will destroy you.

I am the true end you should fear!”

With that, Devitt unleashed the full force of his cursed magic.

He concentrated all his dark power into a single vine—

and then lashed it directly at Luca.

The vine, brimming with devastating curse energy, struck Luca squarely in the heart.

In that instant, Luca’s physical body was severely wounded.

Within the dream realm, he staggered—

and was immediately consumed by overwhelming pain.

Although Luca had temporarily separated his consciousness from his body using Dreamweaving Mist, the overwhelming curse energy still pierced through the veil of illusion.

The curse found its way to him—despite the mist—leaving Luca in a desperate situation.

But his opponents weren’t in good shape either.

Though Councilor Devitt currently held the upper hand, the ever-increasing primal power was gradually corroding him from within.

Much of his chaotic energy had already been depleted during the earlier exchanges. And the less chaos he had to shield himself, the more vulnerable he became to primal power’s corrosive influence.

As for the Ancient God, its condition was even worse.

Under Luca’s relentless suppression, its resurrection had begun to reverse.

And with Luca now closing the Prison of the Gods, the Ancient God could no longer draw primal power from the outside world.

“This is all your fault!”

The Ancient God’s voice thundered, mad with rage.

“You pathetic lower beings… I will make you understand the true power of a higher lifeform!”

Driven to the edge, the Ancient God made its decision.

It would bet everything—

unleashing all of its remaining power in a final, desperate clash with Luca.

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