Reborn In A Cultivation World With All Cheat Abilities

"I’m aware, and I trust you enough to be able to at least take one of them out." Jacob patted Light on his shoulders before letting the young man go.

’One of them, I’ll take all of them out, you’ll see.’ Light mused inwardly, steeling his resolve.

Lucien remained on the edge of the garden, chained up and on his knees. Completely, and utterly drained from trying too hard to escape the enchanted handcuffs.

His hands had almost completely turned purple as a result of how tight the restraints were.

He thought his hands were going to fall off his wrists, but that was another perk of the enchanted handcuffs. They could get tight to the point where the bones in the wrist would shatter, but because they were enchanted, they would ensure that the hands never fall off.

He shuffled, he was at first on his knees, and now he sat completely on the grass, defeated. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the earth, he had given up on trying hard, or even speaking, as he had no mouth.

’Do not fret Lucien. We are still with you.’

A voice resounded in the back of his head, it was as though his own thoughts were speaking to him. Was it the gods? Was it the aggravating sixteen year old infant who decided that he was not allowed the right to speak anymore?

’Who—who’s that?’ Lucien asked in his minds trying to ascertain where the voice came from, maybe it was his imagination. Surely the two possible suspects would not offer him reassuring words, they would sooner condemn him to the deepest part of hell.

’Do not tell me you do not recognize my voice.’

The voice responded, in that moment, everything clicked, it was Morbius.

But how exactly was Morbius, who was a lower ranked demon compared to him, able to infiltrate the mind of an Angel. It shouldn’t be possible.

’But alas it is. My master has so graciously extended a tenth of his power for me to employ at will.’ Morbius’ voice responded, as if listening to Lucien’s thoughts. Lucien was still as befuddled as ever, coupled with his current predicament, which had left him utterly useless, he was unable to form a coherent response to the situation, even in his mind.

’Do not worry friend. The demon king is not so stupid as to allow himself be defeated by ants, the power he has given me is enough to trample upon these peons. All I need is for you to create a distraction for me.’ Morbius’ voice said again, he kept talking as though Lucien’s response did not matter to him at all, their plan was set, there was going to be a change.

’A distraction?’ Lucien asked, still confused by what Morbius was saying to him, he realized in that moment that if a tenth of the Demon King’s power allowed Morbius to be able to telepathically communicate with him? That meant that the Demon King’s power was unfathomable.

’Surely you can manage a task as simple as this, even in your state, there is no way that you’re completely useless.’ Morbius said in response, his voice in Lucien’s mind was laced with disdain and disrespect.

These words sparked something in Lucien’s head, a lowly demon calling him useless, just because he had tasted some power. It was a travesty.

’What happens when I create this... distraction?’ Lucien asked, his expression had completely stiffened, a look of determination and resolve flashing on his sweat covered face.

’Just get them away from the tree and leave the rest to me, they will not succeed.’ Morbius responded, and in the same way as a switch that had been turned off, his voice had vanished.

***

Jacob turned towards Lucien, as soon as their gazes locked, He instantly knew what was happening. It was an interesting turn of events, but as usual, the nature of his powers would ensure that he stayed ten steps ahead of his enemy always.

Morbius was telepathically communicating with Lucien and the plan that they had created was as clear as day to Jacob, even from a long way across the garden. A result of a skill he had picked up from Heimdall.

Jacob did not particularly have ’Telepathy’ in his arsenal, but who decided that?

He instantly used the Dao of Creation & Oblivion to make himself capable of telepathically communicating with other people as opposed to just reading their minds.

He could hear anybody’s thoughts at will, whenever he chose to, but as if this moment, he could infiltrate their thoughts, all to warn them of a change of plans.

’It’s Jacob, be calm.’ Like a radio broadcast, he communicated with everyone at once, urging them to remain calm.

They all turned to face him, and he nodded back as a way of reassuring them that he was the one speaking to them.

’Listen carefully. Morbius has contacted Lucien and informed him of a new plan. He would try to distract us, by way of making us move away from the tree and create an opening for Morbius to infect the tree with the sap. No matter what that fallen Angel does, do not move away from the tree.’ Jacob commanded.

They all nodded, none had a response, so Jacob continued. ’Grandpa, the demon king has shared a tenth of his power with Morbius, so he is ten times stronger than when you faced him before. I understand your quest for revenge, but leave him to me for now. You can handle Destro.’

The old man frowned, but he understood Jacob’s words, if he fought Morbius and lost, then the consequences would be severe.

’I will however, give you the opportunity to deal the killing blow however you wish, once I have stripped him of all his powers.’

That brought a triumphant smile to Alaric face, he turned towards Jacob, who mirrored his gaze, and they both nodded at each other.

They all turned to face Lucien, who was still lost in thought about how he was going to create a distraction, he had never been made to be a source of distraction in his entire existence, so his mind raced over a bunch of possibilities.

After a few moments he had it. He was going to...

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