Unholy Player-Chapter 133: The Plan (Part 2)

After gathering the supplies he needed, Adyr returned to the playroom and stepped back into the capsule. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the same dimly lit room, the air still tinged with candlelight.

He didn’t leave immediately. A sour scent reached his nose, faint but familiar. It had been lingering for some time.

He hadn’t bathed this body in days. And now, with a meeting ahead involving several high-ranking practitioners, he decided it was time to make a proper impression. Without hesitation, he entered the room’s private bathroom for a quick shower.

The water was brisk, the soap oddly fragrant. Efficient and refreshing. Once finished, he dried off, slipped back into his tactical uniform, secured his gear, and unlocked the door.

"Lord Adyr."

Waiting outside were the same knights and two maids as before. One of the maids stood beside a large trolley stacked with food.

"We prepared the meal as soon as you asked. Apologies if it’s gone cold. If you’d like, we can bring you a fresh one right away." Her head remained bowed as she spoke quickly.

They must’ve brought it immediately after his request—but since he had asked not to be disturbed, they’d simply waited outside in silence.

"It’s fine. More than enough. Thank you," Adyr said politely, pulling the trolley inside and closing the door behind him.

The meal was varied again. Everything on the plates was different from last time—new textures, unfamiliar flavors. He sampled each one with quiet satisfaction. Once finished, he left everything clean and orderly, then stepped out of the room.

It was time. He was ready for the negotiation.

This time, Vesha was also waiting outside. Word of Adyr’s return had clearly reached her. As usual, she carried herself just like a noblewoman, moving through the mansion as if she were his personal manager. Which, in many ways, she was.

"Did you like the food? Do you want more? We always keep extra ready. Just say the word, and it’ll be brought," she asked, clearly fishing for feedback.

"Yeah, I’m full. Thank you. But next time, you might want to serve a bit more," Adyr replied. The portions had felt slightly lacking.

Every stat increase made his appetite grow. He didn’t know where it would end. If one day he needed to eat an entire elephant just to feel full, that might become a serious problem.

"How’s the situation outside?" He asked while walking down the corridor toward the courtyard, Vesha trailing one step behind.

She gave a quick report. It had barely been an hour since Adyr left, so not much had changed.

Rank 4 practitioner Liora Virell was still maintaining her gorilla-form grip on Colossith and showed no signs of fatigue.

Good. That gave him a window. He needed to act before Liora tired out or took a break. According to Vesha, she could probably hold on for another eight to nine hours. That was more than enough.

As Adyr stepped through the large doors into the courtyard, all eyes turned toward him.

Orven approached first, quick and formal. It was good that he’d returned—and that he was taking an interest in the situation again.

After accepting their greetings with a nod, Adyr shrugged off his jacket.

As usual, there was no undershirt beneath it—just bare skin and muscle. The moment his jacket came off, his physique was revealed in full: tight, sculpted, almost metallic in definition.

Vesha blinked, briefly stunned, her face coloring before she quickly looked away. Siris, on the other hand, didn’t flinch. Her eyes traced every contour with focus, as if committing them to memory.

The other knights were no different. For many of them, this was the first time witnessing the body of a practitioner up close. Perfection wasn’t a surprise—it was an expectation.

"Can you hold this for me?" Adyr asked, handing his jacket, swords, and shield to Vesha.

She tensed, her eyes darting forward again as she accepted the items. Even as she held them, she couldn’t help stealing another glance at the body in front of her.

Adyr ignored the attention. He couldn’t blame them. Even he had been surprised the last time he saw his reflection after the bath.

His body looked completely different. There wasn’t a trace of fat—his skin clung like silk over his muscles, exposing every fiber in stark detail. He seemed taller too, by at least a few centimeters. Probably taller than Selina by now.

Without further delay, Adyr extended his wings.

There was no need to hide them. By now, everyone had likely heard of the Dawn Raven. They knew he had an Astra-path Spark, which aligned with his known identity.

The only precaution: never reveal a Spark from another path. Or, if necessary, do it without witnesses.

He fully unfurled the white, sleek wings—broad and smooth, like blades of bone wrapped in silk. Then, with a small flick, he gave a warning beat to signal what was coming. He kicked off the ground and launched into the sky with a powerful flap.

"This is amazing," Siris murmured, eyes locked on Adyr’s silhouette as it disappeared into the sky.

She wondered if she had just witnessed the final step in Velari evolution.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

This was only the first step of Adyr’s evolution.

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Adyr didn’t accelerate immediately. His ascent was steady, non-threatening. Controlled.

As he neared Liora and Colossith, the air began to shift. The vibrations grew stronger. His body started to feel it, especially his wings.

Each beat made his feathers feel loose, fragile, like they could fall out at any moment. A clear sign that the air here wasn’t normal. The pressure was real.

I hope this tactic works. Otherwise, I doubt they’ll be open to refunds. He thought, amused, continuing forward.

Then, just as the colossal Rank 4 Spark came into full view, the message he had been waiting for finally appeared.

[SparkDetected]

So, there was a range trigger. The system only responds once you get close enough.

Adyr glanced at the notification, his expression unreadable.

[Name] Colossith

[Path] Astra

[Rank] 4

[Ability] Tremorhide / Seismic Pulse / Echo Harvest / Mass Morph

Description: Colossiths are born beneath tectonic fault lines, megastructures, or ruins—places where the land has long groaned under pressure. Forged in that crushing stress, their hide is thick and semi-reflective, able to endure and recycle shockwaves that would destroy most creatures.

They emit deep-frequency vibrations from a core in their chest, absorbing the echoes that bounce back from solid structures. This feedback loop of resonance and recoil sustains them. Colossiths instinctively seek dense environments—cities, bunkers, metal-clad ruins—where vibrations return stronger.

Ability — Tremorhide / Seismic Pulse / Echo Harvest / Mass Morph: Colossith passively emits low-frequency Seismic Pulse with every movement. These waves interact with the surrounding terrain, bouncing off dense surfaces and harmonic materials to create a resonance loop. Through Echo Harvest, the Spark absorbs these returning vibrations, steadily converting them into stored kinetic energy.

Tremorhide reinforces its body with a layered, shock-absorbing exoskeleton that deflects pressure and impact. Seismic Pulse intensifies the vibration output, allowing it to destabilize nearby structures or disorient enemies. When needed, Mass Morph enables Colossith to expand or compress its form, adjusting size and weight for mobility, intimidation, or defense.

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