[You have successfully completed Phase Two of the Second Floor.]
[Final Phase begins.]
[Please defeat the Nobel Demon.]
"Nobel Demon?" Daniel raised his brows as he read the final phase’s objective.
If he remembered correctly, demons are ranked as: Lesser Demons, Greater Demons, Nobel Demons, Demon Dukes, Demon Emperors, Ancient Demons, and finally Primordial Demons.
A Nobel Demon isn’t exactly low-ranking, nor at the top—but it does depend on how powerful it is. If Daniel had to guess, it was likely either a Half Step Arank or even a False A-rank- Either way, it would still cause him significant trouble.
"If I could use Eternity power, defeating a False A-rank might be possible..." he murmured, thinking it through.
Even though he could currently defeat peak B-ranks, he still had many limitations. His maximum strength might not even reach half step A let alone a False A.
"If I’m not mistaken, there are rumors that demons possess an intrinsic source of Eternity, which grants them their immortality." Suddenly, he recalled something.
He couldn’t confirm it before—but now that he had five Fallen Demons of a demonic race, it wasn’t entirely impossible to find out.
Without hesitation, he summoned two of his Fallen Demons.
"All hail the Lord." The two of them kneeled before him.
"I have a few questions... Firstly, is it true that you possess an innate source of Eternity?"
"Innate source of Eternity? What’s that?" The two exchanged confused glances before answering.
Daniel sighed and explained what a "source" was, and what an Eternity source meant.
"We understand, my Lord. And we don’t think we have something like that."
"Then why are you immortal?" Daniel asked in surprise.
"It’s our bloodline, Lord. Every time we are destroyed, our bloodline brings us back to life," replied one of them.
’So it’s a bloodline ability’... he thought. Maybe their bloodline contains the power of Eternity? But how strong must that power be to resurrect them upon death?
He concluded demons were wrong—they do have a source of Eternity, and it’s their bloodline. He was fairly certain that their blood carried eternity power.
But how could that help him? Even he had no answer. At best, he could extract their blood, but then what? Drink it like a vampire?
He didn’t think it was that simple. For example, drinking his own blood wouldn’t affect anyone normally—it wouldn’t kill them or enslave them.
For the blood to work, he had to defeat the target and bring them under his domination. Only when the target perceived themselves as broken would his "God’s blood" activate and turn them into Fallen.
Pain and weakness are the catalysts needed for the blood to work.
The same would apply to demon blood—not just drinking it, but under specific conditions and catalyzers.
"Well... better forget this for now and revisit it later." He thought, realizing he desperately needed a boundless source of knowledge—like a library or similar resource. Once he returned, he’d search for methods relating to Transcendent Harmony techniques and how to utilize demonic bloodline abilites.
After that, he dismissed his Fallen Demons and fell asleep. Tomorrow would be the Prophet’s sermon and speech.
He really wanted to see what that mysterious man looked like.
Hours passed, the moon made way for the sun, and Daniel was awakened by its rays.
After waking, he went downstairs in the inn to have breakfast. He enjoyed their best meal and then headed toward the church.
A forgotten church that no longer existed in his time.
"It’s so crowded," he thought, on the verge of tears as he saw the line stretching into hundreds of thousands—maybe even millions.
How on Earth will they all fit inside the church? he wondered.
He got his answer soon enough. Guards suddenly closed off the church entrance, preventing more people from entering.
"Sigh. What do you mean?" the crowd protested. "We came to see and listen to the Prophet!"
"I didn’t travel this far just to be denied entry."
As the crowd tried to push past the guards, the guards responded aggressively, beating anyone who disobeyed.
"I’m sorry, but no entry," one guard told Daniel firmly.
Ah, if only I had asked Evangelin for help... maybe I could’ve sneaked in, Daniel thought, considering his options. He certainly didn’t want to miss seeing a semi-god—and, more importantly, a Prophet.
He turned to walk away—but then heard a familiar voice.
"That young man is a friend and companion of mine. Please let him in!"
It was an old but clear voice. Upon hearing it, the guard opened the gate for Daniel.
Daniel turned and smiled when he saw who spoke. He walked past the guard and joined the older man.
"Sir Aurest, it’s been a long time."
"Ha-ha, likewise. Let’s go— the sermon is about to start," Aurest said with a smile.
Daniel nodded and followed him, surprised at his last-minute help.
"Did you enjoy your time here yesterday?"
"Yes. The Holy City is really beautiful," Daniel answered honestly.
"Of course—it was built by the Prophet himself. It’s the most beautiful city," Aurest said with a laugh.
Daniel sensed happiness in his tone and realized that Aurest had likely made some progress in obtaining Final Abulation.
They chatted about a few topics before entering the church. Daniel confirmed—it truly was the most beautiful church he had ever seen.
It was so magnificent and grand that it didn’t look like a mortal-made building. It looked like a masterpiece crafted by the gods themselves.
Even more impressive, it was enormous—taking nearly ten minutes of walking to reach the sermon hall.
The space was luxurious yet simple. In its center stood a golden cushion clearly reserved for the Prophet.
Surrounding it in a circle were four rows of cushions for followers, with golden cushions farther out. Closest to the Prophet were four white cushions, all occupied.
Three Paragons and the Saintess sat on those white cushions, their followers neatly arranged behind them.
Due to his status and credibility, Aurest had obtained a cushion behind the Paragons and sat there. Unfortunately, Daniel had to find a spot in the back rows.
"The Prophet has arrived!" Suddenly, a loud announcement echoed—and an aura of divine presence filled the space.