Chapter 1111: Chapter 1098: Simplified Titan Body Chapter 1111: Chapter 1098: Simplified Titan Body “The power of death, I truly never expected that one day I would touch upon this aspect!”

Having decided to follow this dark path to the end, Muria transformed into his Ghost Form, turning into a clump of concentrated black Qi that twirled within the glorious palace. He was intently savoring this force he had once overlooked.

Death was a domain he had never touched upon. He had no comprehension of it whatsoever, and there were no epics about such power within the Titan Tribe.

If anything, the closest would be Hades, who has since become a divine being within the world of Erathia. He wields incredibly profound Laws of Death and undoubtedly stands at the pinnacle of the deities’ hierarchy in Erathia World.

Regretfully though, strictly speaking, Hades cannot be considered a Titan, for He is an existence born anew from the remains of a deceased Titan.

“Death!” A faint whisper echoed as he hovered in the palace, carrying with it a sense of bleak decay. This was the power of a Ghoul, whose very presence can decay all things, instinctively plundering the life force of its surroundings.

Of course, such plundering had its limits. Muria could not take vitality from beings stronger than his ghoul form, like Michaela standing before him, radiating an endless aura of holy light.

“How do you plan to change this power of death that you wield?” Michaela looked at Muria with some curiosity, for his thoughts struck her as novel.

She had never seen anyone attempt to modify the nature of Epic power, and of course, this was also her first encounter with a being wanting to steal the power of an Epic.

“Under the template of Lord Hades, I plan to modify the Ghost Form which I wield,” Muria revealed his already well-considered plan.

“Under the template of Lord Hades? Into what could you change?” Michaela was surprised; she knew her husband had close dealings with this ruler of the dead, but she did not recall him ever touching upon powers associated with death. “Have you grasped the power of the Laws of Death?”

“Well? As for the Laws related to death, I have come to understand a little,” replied Muria, his voice lacking some confidence.

When it came to the Laws concerning death, you could say that Muria did not truly understand them, but to claim he was entirely ignorant would be false.

Stepping into the realm of Epics, he’d tasted the essence of the adage that knowing one Law leads to understanding all Laws. Moreover, during his time in the world of Erathia, Hades had granted him the power to resurrect creatures, so he did have some understanding.

In each world where creatures are born, the Laws of Death are one of the most fundamental and indispensable components. Muria had once observed the workings of all Laws across three worlds.

Although his attention wasn’t focused on the Laws of Death at the time, he still had some comprehension. This is the might of ancient Epics – their expertise in various Laws. Even unmastered, they have some level of understanding, Epics being somewhat omnipotent figures.

“So, if I change my current Ghost Form a bit, there shouldn’t be a problem,” Muria’s voice resonated with confidence. Building skyscrapers from scratch was beyond him, but mimicking something he’d seen done was feasible.

“If you are confident, then go ahead and start!”

“Okay!” Thinking of the cost of changing the nature of an Epic’s power, Muria couldn’t help feeling some heartache. But to gain something, one must first make a sacrifice.

Thereupon, Muria clenched his teeth, extracted a few strands of source power from the drop he had acquired in the previous world, and blended it into his Ghost Avatar.

His Ghost Body then underwent astounding changes, a mass of cold, persistent black Qi began violently churning, starting to collapse inward and compress.

A speck of white appeared within this compacted blackness, and soon after, the white spread rapidly. A sinister white crystalline skeleton head emerged, surrounded by black Nether Fire.

“How is it?” The skeleton’s jaws opened and shut, its hollow eyes looking at Michaela.

“Is this what you call a change?” Michaela frowned at the skeletal head Muria had formed, “Do you know I’m feeling an urge to unsheathe my sword and strike you down right now?”

“Uh, I know,” Muria was acutely aware of what his wife often did. She frequently visited the Undead Dungeon on the Obistro Subcontinent, and what she cut down most were the Liches living there.

His current form didn’t differ much from that of a Lich, although an extremely incomplete version. After all, Liches had a skeletal body and numerous extraordinary items, whereas he had only a skull.

For the Liches, their bodily forms were merely vessels for their formidable souls, replaceable at any time. But a body conjured from nothing by Muria was not just a mere vessel.

“But this is just the beginning, don’t be hasty,” Muria reassured Michaela. However, only a transcendent being like Michaela could listen to him speak so calmly. Ordinary mortals would be scared to death at the mere sight of Muria.

“Then continue transforming, will you?”

“You know I have a bit of OCD; I like to chase perfection, so I might be a bit slow.”

As Muria spoke, a small spinal bone materialized under his crystalline skull. After a short while, another bone grew.

One after another, Muria used source power to conjure bones from the void. As the body he fashioned for himself grew more complete, Michaela’s furrowed brow gradually relaxed; she had figured out what Muria intended to do.

“Titan?”

“Yes, precisely.” Muria, busy crafting a body for himself and savoring the thrill of creation, responded.

“…” Michaela was at a loss for words. Having merged with Muria countless times, she was intimately familiar with the structure of his body, so she recognized at a glance what Muria was constructing.

Although the skeletal body created by Muria looked eerily similar to that of humans, it was only in form. The actual structure had nothing to do with humans.

Because what Muria was constructing was a Titan Skeleton, just as he mentioned, he was imitating Hades, whose origin lay in the remnants left behind by a fallen Titan.

“You’re really cutting corners, aren’t you? Your model for this skeletal body is yourself.”

“It’s not cutting corners,” Muria countered with great conviction, “it is the best choice and the most suitable for me.”

“That might be the only aspect in which you resemble Hades the most. The rest, you cannot imitate.” Michaela observed seriously after Muria had created the complete skeletal structure of the torso.

“Forget the others, but this Titan Skeleton of mine is not a mere imitation; its quality is absolutely the same as when Hades first awakened,” said Muria, seriously correcting his wife when it came to his domain.

The skeletal body he was shaping now was a genuine Titan Skeleton, not just in appearance. The ability of source power to evolve all things wasn’t mere talk; the Titan Body was within the range of evolution by source power.

With enough source power, one could achieve omnipotence. The founding emperor of Uranos Empire, the Hybrid of a Titan and a human, transformed into a real Titan Body after becoming an Epic, an outcome caused by source power.

Similarly, if a human who ascended to Epic status wished, and was willing to pay the price, they could use source power to shape for themselves an Epic Titan Body.

However, no human Epic would do such a thing, as the cost was too great and utterly impractical. Moreover, possessing a genuine Titan Body was far less powerful than the native Titans because their battle consciousness couldn’t keep up.

“How much source power did you use to create this Titan Body?” Michaela asked, eyeing the Titan Skeleton that Muria had shaped, which now had a vague outline of its size, roughly around ten meters tall.

To the average mortal thing, ten meters would indeed be a colossal giant. However, for a true Titan, a ten-meter-tall body would be laughably small; except for newborn infants, almost no Titan would be so petite.

“Cough, not much.”

“So, you are just ensuring quality, right?”

“Quality is paramount,” Muria responded with an embarrassed laugh that, to others, might seem chilling and terrifying, easily frightening children.

“Why don’t you try relating your crafted body to that of the Titans in front of your father, see what his reaction would be?”

Michaela said teasingly as she raised an eyebrow.

“There’s no need for that; such a small body is sufficient for this world. When I return, I will reclaim all my power.”

Muria, having completed his body, moved a bit. He had used only such a tiny fraction of original power since he prioritized quality, which naturally led only to a body of this size.

“That’s it?”

“Not yet.” Muria extended his skeletal palm, resembling white jade, and with a light clasp, the deathly black Qi surrounding his body rushed towards his makeshift Titan Skeleton.

The black Qi coalesced, filling the spaces between his bones and enshrouding his form. Then, a set of black armor made purely of Death Qi enveloped him. On his back, three pairs of pitch-black wings, symbolic of death, unfolded.

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