OBS Chapter 421 Devotions
Chapter 421 Devotions
In a grand hall, the clan leaders of various Shaman families converged due to the summon issued by the top-ranking clan in Japan.
While the meeting was sudden, its content centered around the secret of Manifestation.
Now, everyone present knew that their weapons held a second state, powerful enough to amplify an ordinary shaman's strength to a much higher level.
Yuki had previously monopolized this information, but the word had spread that the secrets would be divulged during this meeting.
It was an opportunity they couldn't afford to miss, knowing that the future of their clans hung in the balance.
As for the risk ?
They weren't overly cautious about this meeting, as they trusted the First Ranking Clan.
It was the oldest and most powerful clan in Japan, and despite their lack of unity, they respected their achievements and reputation.
As the clan leaders took their seats , arranged by rank, low murmurs filled the hall.
Closest to the center, where the top 10 Clans sat, the leaders of the most prestigious families exchanged nods and brief smiles, acknowledging each other with respect and curiosity.
An elder leader, known for his long tenure, leaned forward slightly.
"Rare to see us all here like this"
Beside him, a younger leader, recognized for her strategic mind, replied, "It's about Manifestation. Heard whispers that they're finally spilling the secrets."
Across the hall, a leader from a lesser-known clan shifted uneasily.
"Manifestation... It's something we've only heard rumors about. If the First Clan's sharing, it could change everything."
"What's the meaning of this, Miyoshi!" roared a man with grey hair and a white kimono, the leader of the second-ranked clan. He struggled against the restraint, but his efforts were in vain as his body remained immobile.
"Don't be angry," Miyoshi spoke with a happy expression, his demeanor resembling that of someone ensnared by a questionable cult.
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"Today, we have been blessed. Our master has chosen us to serve him, so you should all be grateful that our insignificant lives are being given this opportunity."
"Have you lost your mind!" protested the other clan leaders, their voices filled with disbelief.
But protesting was the only action they could muster.
Unable to draw their swords, they were reduced to mere humans with heightened attributes. Confronted with a restriction capable of restraining even Zhang in his full power, they felt as helpless as ants attempting to move a boulder.
"Lost my mind?" Miyoshi shook his head.
"No, I've seen the truth. I was blinded by my own power, thinking I had no equal. But my master showed me the reality. What we possess here is not true power. All this time, we've been pretending to be strong. We are nothing compared to the true powerhouses of this world, like my master!"
"Submit to him your worthless life !" Miyoshi's laughter echoed through the hall.
When he was on the verge of death, his master had saved him. This act deepened his devotion and quickly transformed into obsession. To him, it wasn't merely healing; he saw it as being revived from death and granted forgiveness.
His newfound strength served as proof of his master's ability to enhance his power further.
Weapons? Swords? Such trivialities became irrelevant in the presence of his master, who could grant anything with a mere thought.
After his laughter subsided, Miyoshi locked eyes with everyone in the room.
"You have two options," he declared solemnly. "Submit or die."