Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Yanael pondered on the Daughter of the Underworld's words for a few moments. As the Daughter of the Underworld, her words carried weight. She was the expert. But however she looked at it… Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"I don't think what he feels is love, though?" She said doubtfully while looking at Jigak once again tearing apart Mierev.

Jigak was certainly going through a string of heavy, powerful emotions as he absorbed the nearby underworld energy and strengthened himself beyond his limit. But Yanael couldn't say she had ever seen him express love.

He had shown a lot of guilt, wrath, resentment, responsibility, and sadness on the Daughter's behalf. She had only interacted with Jigak for a few hours, but Yanael wouldn't say he loved the Daughter.

Neither would Jigak if he got the question. In his mind, love was a feeling between equals. He wasn't even worthy of expressing his adoration, forget feeling something as idealistic as love.

In a way, Jigak had a long way to go before maturing. But then again, he had only been a student when his life got turned on its head and he ended up joining the Underworld. The Underworld wasn't exactly a place conducive to the development of mental health, especially when every day was a battle against the Great Ugor's influence.

Jigak, in a way, was lucky that he loved his familiar so much that his feelings of loss propelled his affinity for underworld energy. Thanks to that, he had been strong enough to notice and resist the Great Ugor when he had to. That was what had let him say no to disposing of Zach and the other students when they almost discovered the Daughter.

It was also what let him help them.

And now, he could stand in front of the Great Ugor and blatantly reject the latter's influence and attempts to control him. Jigak, for the first time since his familiar's death, did not feel powerless.

His feelings of freedom and relief at being in control of himself threatened to ease the weight of his emotions. He could feel it instinctively. He could not let himself feel at peace.

Emotion like that was light.

So, Jigak focused on his irritation toward Mierev the Immortal and turned his relief at almost being free into a desire for revenge. He wouldn't be free until the Great Ugor was dead and the Daughter reassumed her rightful place.

To get one step closer to his goal, Jigak had to get rid of Mierev.

By now, Mierev had lost sanity.

He could handle dying multiple times in a row with ease since he wouldn't die for real. He could even handle the pain of dying. The Great Ugor had made sure of that.

But there was a limit. Usually, he should have grown strong enough to kill whatever killed him long before he could die enough to lose his sanity.

But Jigak grew stronger faster than Mierev did, despite the Immortal harnessing the heavy feelings of dying and the underworld energy of the sixth layer each time he died. His mind and consciousness couldn't keep up with the repeated destruction and restoration of his body.

Mierev's mind felt the pain and suffering of each death. He cracked a little each time he died. With time, those cracks might heal or they might not.

Each time he died, his body naturally suffered as well. But where the body was restored to a level beyond what it had been before death, his mind remained unconsoled.

Each death destroyed his body and his mind, but only his body was healed upon resurrection.

An iron will would have only prolonged Mierev's suffering. Now, he was braindead and could not feel pain anymore.

Unfortunately, his body still worked. It was driven by the lingering emotions in it and fought like a mindless, ferocious beast against Jigak.

Jigak was at a loss. It seemed even without a brain to steer it, the body would continue resurrecting until it was strong enough to deal with Jigak. As powerful as he was, Jigak was not confident he could cut the Mierev's supply of underworld energy.

"I think that's about enough." The Daughter of the Underworld's voice filled the throne room, silencing the ruckus of Jigak slamming Mierev into the ground. Even Mierev stopped moving at the sound of the Daughter's voice. His mangled body stopped healing.

Jigak looked at the mess in his hand for a moment before tossing it aside.

His own body slowly started healing. The skin on his face grew back. A new eyeball sprouted to replace the one Mierev gouged out. His torn wings came back glossy and darker than before. The flesh all over his body that hung by threads picked itself back up and stitched itself together, patching him up.

Jigak shot the Great Ugor a glance. He knew he shouldn't risk it, but he needed to see the expression on his face. He needed to see the expression the Great Ugor made when his trump card failed him.

As expected, the Great Ugor's face was grimmer than before. But he had a calm look as he faced the Daughter. He sighed lightly.

Jigak had surpassed his imagination, and Mierev had disappointed him. It would have been great if Mierev could have just lived up to expectations and dealt with at least Jigak before dying.

Instead, he had only served to further motivate Jigak and given him a way and reason to become even stronger than he was. He had become a perfect stepping stone for Jigak.

But it wasn't all bad. Mierev had at least destabilized Jigak's mental state.

With a heavy sigh like an old man getting up after just plopping down on the cough, the Great Ugor rose to his feet for the first time in years. He did not look away from the Daughter for even a moment.

He wasn't one to personally deal with his targets. But the Great Ugor wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty.

While looking at the Daughter, the Great Ugor disappeared from the spot.