A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5197

Beside the name, several warped sigils twisted like silent cautions.

The handwriting inside the journals was hurried and bleak—lists of demonic aura levels and the roaming of corrupted beasts. One page noted that ancient spirits lingered at the bottom and excelled at clouding the mind, and Jared’s brow tightened.

Flaxseed could not sit still. “When do we leave?”

Jared rolled the map into a tube. “Three days. We need supplies.”

Lunaria agreed at once, arranged rooms, and posted two demon cultivators as attendants—or guards.

Back in his quarters, Flaxseed locked the door and pored over the journals again and again, desperate for any trace of his family’s past.

Jared stood by the window, watching the Nine Serpent Mountain’s outline smolder beneath drifting demonic aura while his divine consciousness fanned outward, cataloging every threat that hemmed them in.

The palace ran far deeper than it appeared. The latent power Jared sensed there belonged to hunters, not hosts. If Lunaria sent them into the abyss, it was likely for more than treasure. Perhaps she meant to use them as bait, to gauge the true terror sleeping below. Yet Flaxseed needed answers, and Jared himself felt the pull of that so-called opportunity Lunaria mentioned.

Three dawns later, Jared and Flaxseed met Lunaria outside the palace gates. She still wore violet robes. Ten disciplined demon cultivators stood behind her, each carrying a black pack.

Lunaria gestured, and the cultivators handed over the bundles. “These supplies and pills are not the finest, but they will hold off the abyss’ corrosive aura. The entrance is at the center of the mountain. I will have my men bring you there.”

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