Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

"Beings from other worlds," the Daughter of the Underworld addressed, Yanael, Alzara, and Mandra.

"Are you familiar with underworld energy?" she asked.

Yanael and the others wondered what brought this on, especially when her champion had just been run straight through by the resurrected Mierev.

"Somewhat," Yanael answered. "It's something like the gathering and manifestation of negative feelings, right?"

It was something they had deduced after interacting and seeing what underworld energy did to people and who successfully became underworlders after coming in contact with it. It wasn't confirmed, but the members of the Underworld Research and Extermination Club were pretty confident in their assessment.

"No." But the Daughter rejected that theory.

"You are correct in that it is related to emotion. But it has nothing to do with anything as abstract as positive or negative emotion. Look at where we are." She pointed at the throne room.

"We are at the bottom of the world. The underworld energy you see is the accumulation of superfluous and surplus emotion. It is the emotions that have nowhere to go and linger around the world. Most emotion dissipates naturally.

"The feelings that make it down here are the heavy ones." The Daughter sighed and looked at Jigak, whose eyes were burning with black flames as he tore Mierev's arm off at the socket.

"Heavy ones?" Yanael questioned. The Daughter commented about the arbitrary nature of positive and negative emotion, but here she was attributing weight to a concept stemming from the chemical response in a person's body to certain situations and sensory stimuli. She couldn't understand it.

"Are you not familiar with heavy emotions?" The Daughter asked, not once tearing her gaze away from the battle happening in the center of the throne room.

"The desire of undesirable men. The sorrow of shallow women. The wrongly justified wrath of misguided youth."

Yanael frowned slightly at the Daughter's examples. She could kind of understand what she meant by heavy feelings. They were the kind that were burdensome to not just the ones who felt them but to others around them as well.

Jigak, covered in his own blood, would not let his guard down again. He tore Mierev's head from the rest of his body.

Even an underworlder wouldn't survive that easily. But Jigak didn't stop there. He crushed Mierev's head between his hands like a fruit.

However, he had already learned from his mistake. He looked at the remains of Mierev's head in his hands and the lifeless body.

He could feel the strength and underworld energy in Mierev's corpse fade. It was like he had died. It was the same as before.

Jigak frowned. Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

As the blood in his hand dripped to the floor, Mierev's body was sucked dry like a grape turned raisin before returning to its original state like someone had breathed life into him. It didn't stop there.

A new head grew from Mierev's body. Once again, his horns had grown slightly. His face had gained more color, and his body was a little more muscular than before.

Mierev had been reborn. And he had come back stronger than before he died. It was a nonsensical ability.

Mierev the Immortal.

It was the ability of the strongest underworlder chosen to fight for the Great Ugor, the king of the Underworld.

Every time he died, he would come back stronger. He had been one of the strongest before he died. There was no telling what his upper limit was.

Jigak's eyes narrowed.

There was no doubt that Mierev's ability was derived from the Daughter's powers.

Jigak would never blaspheme and say that it was an ability that surpassed or even rivaled the original. But it was comparable.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Mierev still wasn't strong enough to resist Jigak, who only grew stronger through fighting. The more Mierev resisted, the more the anger in Jigak burned. The more heated he got, the more fiercely the underworld energy responded.

Jigak didn't notice, nor did he care enough to notice. But he was stronger than he had ever been before, and it was all because Mierev had made a comment he hadn't needed to make, all to provoke Jigak.

Underworld energy was an emotionally driven energy. The more emotion one felt, the stronger the underworld energy. The heavier the emotion one felt, the stronger the energy.

The more underworld energy one had, the easier it was to feel strong and heavy emotions.

Once the ball got rolling, it could easily grow out of proportion. But it wasn't easy to get the ball rolling.

It needed a lot of underworld energy. Only someone like Jigak would have enough to easily set off the chain reaction. And only someone who carried such heavy regret, guilt, and loyalty could bring out the full potential of the underworld energy within them.

Jigak might seem calm, composed, and polite usually. He had been friendly to Zach and Yanael when he met them at the swamp Locale, and after getting the Daughter's heart back, he was polite and friendly to the three maids. He certainly didn't seem like an emotional brute or berserker.

But he wasn't one of the strongest underworlders for nothing. He wasn't one of the underworlders with the greatest affinity for underworld energy because he liked the color black.

Jigak wasn't an emotional person. He was friendly. He was kind. He was composed.

But when he felt things, he couldn't stop feeling them. His emotions and feelings overwhelmed him.

His urgency to bring the Daughter's heart back to her had led him on a rampage through the Underworld. He killed underworlders he had shared breakfast, lunch, and dinner with without thinking.

Even after saving the Daughter, he couldn't stop looking at her, at the bedroom door, or where she had walked.

The Daughter had forgiven him for the sin of not being in control of himself, of being forced to follow another's orders. But Jigak hadn't forgiven himself.

"Do you know what the heaviest feeling I've seen is, Angel?"

The feelings he had tried to put in check for the Daughter's sake—his Lady's sake—came bursting forth.

"No idea."

Underworld energy swirled around Jigak like a tornado as he closed in on Mierev.

"Love."