Restlessness. Deep, relentless restlessness welled up within the system's soul as Konrad sacked the Infernal Cult Leaders' graves while humming his merry tune.

　　The third leader, the fifth, the fourth, the seventh, the ninth, and the sixth. One after another surrendered their corpses, blood, organs, and legacies for him to harvest.

　　Eleven coffins remained, and it went without saying that finding the Infernal Cult Founder's was only a matter of time. Landing on another coffin, Konrad pushed open its lid and dived in. This time, it was the second leader's resting place that awaited.

　　The second leader was the only surviving demon of the First Holy War, the exiled son of a vampire lord, or pisaca as they were called in h.e.l.l. It's said that he was a distant descendant of Ashara, the pisaca progenitor, and eastern king of h.e.l.l.

　　As his retainers, the Torul blood fiends followed him to the Ancient Crystal World.

　　His death marked the end of the pureblooded demons' presence on the Ancient Crystal World.

　　Following the integration of dozens of infernal souls, Konrad's understanding of the two factions' history had reached an expert level. This, alongside his Origin Sight, allowed him to effortlessly figure out the ident.i.ty of his grave robbing victims.

　　Of course, it mattered not.

　　"What cultivation level would my demonic beasts reach if I let them feast on his corpse…I wonder. Surely, they would at least all reach the Restoration Beast Rank. A compelling thought…"

　　Konrad mumbled, his words causing the system's restlessness to reach new heights. Following this grave's plundering, Konrad shot to the next one. With his Extermination Lightning Dome turning all the guards to ashes, he again dived in. And this time, landed before the corpse of a strikingly handsome young man that seemed to be in his early twenties.

　　With back-length, jet-black hairs that shone with the l.u.s.ter of youth and his pearl white skin that remained unblemished throughout hundreds of thousands of years, one could easily mistake him for a slumbering expert.

　　However, slumbering, he did not. To the deceased, he belonged. And feeling the tyrannical air swirling around his fallen form, even without his Origin Sight, Konrad recognized him as Marduk, the Infernal Cult's Founder!