Eren didn’t expect the Tower Master to call out his real name.
Even Feng Yu, Mist and the Holy Priestess failed to see through his disguise, so how did this person manage to find out? He didn’t understand.
The only thing he knew was that it wasn’t looking good for him if the Tower Master knew his real identity.
“Ren Necroline?” Eren asked, appearing confused as if the name had been completely unfamiliar to him. He also took a step back as the Tower Master landed right in front of him.
Unfortunately, his legs started feeling a lot heavier as the ground beneath him became darker. There was nothing holding on to his legs anymore, but still he felt as if something was pulling him down.
His entire body felt heavier and the dark ground started pulling him down. Before he could react, his ankles were already inside the ground, as if it was quicksand, pulling him inward.
“You can hide your identity. You can even gain these strange new abilities, but you can never cleanse yourself of the sins within your soul, now that you are in this territory.”
The Tower Master looked at Eren, his eyes shining in an unfamiliar glint.
He reached out his hand, but he didn’t touch Eren. Instead, his fingers stopped a few inches before Eren’s throat. He appeared as if he was touching something very fragile that no one else could see.
“Hell is calling for you… The Sinner, deserves to return.” He said, his voice carrying not even the slightest hint of emotion.
He was the one person who could see a thin black thread that was wrapped around Eren’s neck like a shackle. The other end of the thread was within Hell itself, marking Eren’s soul.
In the past, the soul thread was long visible to the Tower Master when Eren was within the Necromancer Tower. However, with the opening of the Hell’s Door, the connection between this world and hell was becoming stronger.
Even though Eren was far away from Hell’s Door, the soul thread still existed. And the range was only increasing with each passing day.
“I thought I would have to wait for the day that door opens to find you. But you returned on your own,” The Tower Master said, while the unknown force kept pulling Eren down to the unknown realm.
“He will be really happy with the gift,” he further stated, his words only heard by Eren.
Even though the Guide was not far from the Tower Master, he couldn’t understand what was being said.
The Tower Master was speaking in an unknown language that he couldn’t understand. Even Eren didn’t notice that the Tower Master was speaking an entirely different language as he was able to understand it clearly.
The Tower Master turned to the Guide. With a slight wave of his hand, he opened a portal behind the Guide.
“Hell is greedy. The door will start opening faster. Return to the tower and make the arrangements.”
The Guide nodded. He looked at Eren one last time before entering the portal. With the Tower Master personally handling this matter, there was no need for anyone else.
The Left Guardian also followed the Guide, being no different than a mindless slave. The portal closed after the two of them left.
The undead dragon in the sky also rose higher. A large gust of wind was left behind as the undead dragon flew back to the Tower.
“Why aren’t you resisting? Have you given up?” Being left alone with Eren, the Tower Master asked.
In his presence, it had truly become impossible for Eren to escape. His stats had increased, but he was still not on the same realm as the Tower Master.
Even then, he could at least try to fight the Tower Master. On the contrary, Eren was strangely calm even though he was already knee deep within the dark ground.
His behaviour was slightly strange, even for the Tower Master. Not only was there no resistance from Eren, but strangely enough, there was also not much of a fear visible on his face.
Instead, Eren removed his disguise. Now that he was caught, there was no need to keep the facade. For the first time since he entered this world, he was revealing his real face as Ren Necroline in the real world in front of another person.
“How did you recognise me?” Eren asked the Tower Master, as if he had actually accepted his death.
“I found you with the guidance of Hell. It has been craving for you for a long time. The wait won’t last long now.” The Tower Master answered, fulfilling Eren’s curiosity.
He lightly moved his finger and used an illusion to make Eren see the trace of the soul thread that was tied around his neck.
“As long as you are within the Northern Territory, you can’t avoid the soul thread.”
Eren frowned while watching the thread that was going in the direction of the Necromancer Tower.
“So it is something like a gps tracker on me. That is frustrating indeed.”
From the words of the Tower Master, he also became certain that it only worked within the Northern Continent. That’s why he wasn’t discovered by the Tower while he was in other Continents.
Another thing he learned from the small clues was that only the Tower Master could see it. If that wasn’t the case, the Left Guardian or the Guide would’ve caught him before he left the tower.
“Gps what?” The Tower Master didn’t understand what strange words Eren was using out of nowhere.
By now, Eren was already waist deep in the darkness. His body kept being pulled down, leaving only a matter of time before he was completely engulfed.
“I assume you also know that I was looking for the Recording Crystal? Before I die, can I at least see the recording?” Eren asked the Tower Master who was finding Eren’s behaviour even more strange with each passing second.
