Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 345 The Mark of the Thousand Jewels - The Legend of Death, The Terrified Su Lu
The Asian Dubai Magic Association has demonstrated remarkable efficiency.

They came up with a preliminary plan in a very short time.

Although the details still need to be refined, the general framework and quotas are already clear.

To ensure the implementation of this plan in the chaotic border regions, the Asian Magic Association did not rely solely on individual countries acting independently, but instead dispatched a special team of envoys directly under the Intercontinental Magic Conference.

These special envoys, armed with the highest authority granted by the association, are responsible for overseeing the reception process, coordinating resource allocation, and reporting any emergencies directly to the Dubai headquarters.

Asia, Kazakhstan, Nur-Sadan (formerly Astana).

This modern magical city, known as the "Pearl of the Steppe," is the capital of Kazakhstan and one of the largest base cities closest to the Eurasian Void Barrier, naturally becoming one of the leading hubs for European migrants.

The city's main roads are bustling with traffic.

The streets are now filled with many new faces, looking weary from their journeys and dressed slightly differently from the locals.

However, these new migrants did not bring unrest to the vast capital.

Most of them appeared silent and compliant, cooperating with the official arrangements.

After initial hesitation and some tension, the local residents of Nur-Sultan gradually calmed down.

After all, this is the national capital, with a powerful national mage corps stationed here. More importantly, there is at least one forbidden spell mage who is stationed here year-round.

This confidence gave them a sense of assurance: these outsiders, even if some of them were mages, would never dare to act recklessly on their territory.

In a unique magical restaurant in the city center, the air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and subtle magical spices.

A European man who looked to be about thirty years old, with a mixture of fatigue and excitement in his eyes, was vividly describing something to his classmates. His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the noisy environment, attracting the attention of many people at the neighboring tables.

"...Really, I'm not lying to you! When a person is very close to death, they really will see a spirit of death coming to guide them!"

"I witnessed it with my own eyes when I was attacked and my consciousness was clouded!"

He dipped his finger in the wine and roughly drew a blurry pattern on the table: "It was... a contradiction that felt like light and darkness were forcibly mixed together, black and white intertwined, constantly changing."

"The most bizarre thing is that at its core, there is a clear, constantly rotating vortex-shaped mark, also in black and white, that makes you feel like your soul is being sucked in!"

He took a big gulp of wine and continued, "It is said that anyone marked with this unique Death Mark is essentially destined for death."

"When the time comes, no matter where you hide, it will overcome all obstacles and come to take your life!"

A chubby man at the same table listened with skepticism and couldn't help but ask, "Really? It sounds so far-fetched!"

Another, thinner companion seized on the logical flaw and questioned, "Hey, wait a minute, didn't you just say that only people can see it before they die? Since you've seen it, why are you still sitting here drinking? Does death sometimes miss its mark?"

Upon hearing this, the man recounting the story gave a cryptic smile, his eyes flickering, and said, "It was indeed what I saw with my own eyes, absolutely true. As for why I'm still alive..."

He paused, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of secrecy, "Naturally, I had my own opportunities and good fortune that allowed me to escape death. I can't go into the details."

"Pshaw! You're just bragging!" The skeptics burst into laughter, clearly not entirely believing him, assuming he was just a survivor, mentally disturbed, or making up a story to attract attention. However, similar comments didn't just come from this one man.

Many people from Europe are spreading similar stories, intentionally or unintentionally, in various ways.

The descriptions may differ slightly, but the core elements are remarkably consistent: the black and white intertwined spirit of death, and the most crucial black and white vortex mark.

Without exception, these people were the "lucky ones" who witnessed Kindred's manifestation when they were on the verge of death in Europe and ultimately chose to coexist with the Void in order to survive.

Their spread was initially dismissed as nonsense or a horror story, and people laughed it off.

However, as the saying goes, "three men can make a tiger."

When the same bizarre story is repeatedly told by different people in different settings, many people begin to become skeptical.

In particular, this is a real magical world where people's souls may go to the underworld, become undead, or even fall into the dark plane or become food for certain beings after they die. So, it doesn't seem entirely impossible that a black and white grim reaper with a specific mark would appear to be responsible for harvesting souls.

Rumors about Kindred and its "mark of death" spread rapidly throughout Asia as people moved around.

Soon, these seemingly absurd rumors, gathered together from scattered pieces, were filtered and organized through Su Lu's vast intelligence network, and finally presented to him.

In a dimly lit, secret room, a subordinate stood respectfully, reporting the information he had gathered in a low voice.

Su Lu stood with his back to his subordinates, hands clasped behind his back, gazing out the window, his voice devoid of emotion: "So, those ants who fled from Europe are all saying that the so-called mark left by the black and white Grim Reaper is... a black and white vortex-shaped thing?"

“Yes, sir!” the subordinate replied confidently, “The descriptions are highly consistent, so it shouldn’t be unfounded.”

Su Lu slowly turned around. His face appeared somewhat pale in the dim light, and his brows showed undisguised fatigue and irritability.

These days, the Kindred mark lurking on him is like a time bomb, constantly causing trouble, disturbing his mind, eroding his will, and making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

Anyone would feel panic and anxiety if they had something unknown branded on them.

Hearing these rumors now, he was struck by how perfectly they matched the markings on his own body.

He became even more flustered.

The rumors confirmed his worst fears, and the sense of threat that came from the depths of his soul became incredibly real and urgent.

He clenched his fist tightly, a fierce and resolute glint in his eyes.

"We can't wait any longer! We must capture the Black Dragon Emperor as soon as possible!"

Only by obtaining the power of the Black Dragon Emperor could he have the confidence to fight against this damned mark of death.

Only then will there be a chance of survival in the upcoming possible confrontation with death!
The pressure from the recent imprint has increased.

As Kindred's Death Realm accumulated a considerable number of souls in Europe, his strength increased to a certain extent, thus naturally making the imposing aura of the mark stronger.

(End of this chapter)