Chapter 782: It Seemed to Be Getting Closer and Closer to the Gods

Zhou Huai closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly sank into the System's "Personality Editor".

A light screen unfolded before his eyes, and he began to rapidly type lines of text from the perspective of a creator.

[You are Moria.]

[You were not born a lofty Demonic Lord. Originally, you were just an ordinary commoner living in a small border town of Daxia. You had a warm home, loving parents, and an innocent, carefree younger sister. Back then, your biggest dream was merely to change classes into an ordinary lifestyle-type Professionals and live a peaceful life.]

[However, the turning point of fate arrived on that blood-stained night.]

[A passing high-order toxin-type Professionals, in order to refine a certain taboo potion, took a fancy to your younger sister's Pure Yin Body traits. He brought his subordinates and easily slaughtered your entire family like crushing ants. To protect you two, your parents were corroded by the toxins until not even bones remained.]

[You resisted desperately, but the other party shattered your sternum with a single kick and even cruelly gouged out your eyes. Feeling that you weren't even qualified to be Materials, they threw you, on the verge of death, into the abyss dungeon outside the city listed as a forbidden zone — the Extreme Night Abyss.]

Zhou Huai's fingers danced rapidly on the virtual light screen, and he could almost feel the despair of falling into endless darkness.

[The Extreme Night Abyss was a place of death without a shred of light. Everywhere were bloodthirsty monsters and appalling poisonous miasma.]

[You should have died. But the hatred in your heart was even thicker than the Devilish Qi of this abyss.]

[You struggled through the darkness; with your eyes blinded, you used your skin to perceive the fluctuations of the airflow; with your body mutilated, you gnawed on the corpses of those dead monsters like a stray dog.]

[Here, you accepted the curse of the dark night.]

[You no longer yearned for the light. You actively embraced the darkness, letting the cold Devilish Qi inch by inch erode your internal organs and reshape your bones and muscles. You discarded all warmth, sympathy, and weakness, sacrificing your Soul to the eternal night.]

[You lurked in the abyss for a full fifty years.]

[In these fifty years, you experienced tens of thousands of life-and-death battles. You learned to lurk in the shadows, learned to refine enemy corpses into Devilish Qi, and even learned to use Devilish Qi to create absolutely loyal Shadow Assassin.]

[In the end, you leveled all the lord monsters in the Extreme Night Abyss and became the new king there.]

[When you stepped out of the abyss once more and returned to the human world, you were no longer that cowardly youth. You are the Night Stalker.]

[That night, you went alone and sneaked into the guild territory of that enemy from back then. You did not use any flashy forbidden spells, but instead melted into the shadows, like an elegant god of death, dragging that high-order Professionals and his thousands of subordinates entirely into your Eternal Night Domain.]

[You made them watch with their own eyes as their flesh and blood were peeled away bit by bit by the Devilish Qi amidst extreme darkness and fear.]

[Your deep enmity was avenged, but your heart became completely hollow.]

[You found that revenge did not bring you pleasure, and the light of this world could no longer warm you. You were left with only absolute control over the shadows, as well as a bone-deep dead silence and aloofness.]

[Until… you felt the summon of the creator.]

[You understood that all the suffering and transformation you experienced were to become the sharpest and most concealed blade of the dark night in the creator's hands.]

Typing the last character, Zhou Huai let out a long breath of turbid Qi.

This was not just writing a story, but rather shaping a living, fleshed-out Soul.

"Confirm injection." Zhou Huai chanted silently in his heart.

"Hum—"

Accompanied by a soft hum from the System, a massive stream of memory data rushed into Moria's Sea of Consciousness like a torrent in an instant.

The next second.

Moria, who had been quietly standing on the Dragon's back, shuddered violently.

Those originally hollow and lifeless eyes of his suddenly snapped open!

What kind of eyes were those?

There were no whites of the eyes, no pupils, only two pools of deep, swirling pure darkness.

In that gaze, there was no sadness or joy, no anger, only the gloominess after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, and the absolute dead silence treating all things as lifeless objects!

The very instant Moria opened his eyes, the aura of the high-order Professionals on him that had been quite obvious previously eerily vanished.

If it weren't for Zhou Huai being able to clearly perceive his existence through the System's Soul link, relying solely on the naked eye or conventional mana detection would even make one feel that that place was just an insignificant puff of air, or a faint shadow cast by sunlight.

His entire person had perfectly integrated into the surrounding environment.

"As expected of the Night Stalker…"

Zhou Huai watched Moria's changes, a flash of undisguised amazement crossing his eyes.

This ultimate introversion and concealment was an exceptional effect that even he, the main body, could not achieve after activating multiple skills.

A top-tier assassin, if even their sense of presence could be completely erased, then the moment they swung their blade would be the enemy's time of death.

Moria slightly turned his stiff neck.

He looked at his own fair and slender hands, feeling the churning and endlessly obedient majestic Devilish Qi within his body, and then slowly turned around to face Zhou Huai.

There were no superfluous movements, nor any passionate oaths.

Moria simply knelt on one knee extremely naturally, pressed his right hand to his chest, and lowered his head deeply.

"My Lord."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed out from the ice of Hell, extremely brief and extremely aloof.

Yet within those mere two words, it contained unquestionable and unwavering absolute loyalty.

Because in his memories, Zhou Huai was the god who redeemed him from endless emptiness.

"Very good."

Zhou Huai was very satisfied with Moria's performance. This kind of persona setting that required no nonsense and let actions speak louder than words was simply too suitable for this kind of assassination-type Clone.

"Get up. Go find a spot nearby and properly comprehend what you ought to comprehend."

"As you command."

Moria slowly stood up, his figure distorting like water ripples, and actually directly under broad daylight, he melted into a tiny shadow on the Demon Dragon's back, silently beginning his comprehension of the Domain skills.

Chun, standing aside, took all of this into full view.

In those green eyes of hers filled with natural vitality, a gleam of keen interest flickered.

"These physical shells of yours condensed from various powers… they really seem a bit interesting."

Chun crossed her arms, walked half a circle around Zhou Huai, and said softly: "I can sense that the silver-haired kid just now was originally just a dead object with nothing but powerful energy. But just in that instant, he gained temperature."

"Although that temperature was as cold as a piece of ice, that was truly the fire of the Soul."