Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Michael decided to use the Wicked Spear Arts. That ought to be easier to handle than the Curse claiming control of his body. At least, that was what Michael was hoping for.

He tapped into Cleave Fenrir's memories while also recalling the dream he had about Cleave Fenrir the day before his War Rune manifested. Understanding dawned upon him as he created enough Soul Energy to circulate through his body. It moved smoothly through him in a circle while steadily accelerating.

The first bunch of circulations was slow, but it didn't take long before a faint purple hue shrouded Michael's arms. The purple hue expanded toward the Aethyr Spear and enveloped it at once.

The Aethyr Spear and the purple hue resonated. Both vibrated weakly in sync. A faint smile plastered Michael's face, but it was replaced by deadly seriousness as he let his emotions go crazy. It felt like eons had passed since he allowed his emotions to move freely. However, that was necessary to ensure he could release the Wicked Spear Arts' strongest form.

The stronger the emotions raged through his entire being, the higher the Wicket Spear Arts' potency.

Michael let loose for the first time in what felt like decades.

The memories of his brother's death resurfaced in his mind. Michael recalled Masked Saber jumping before him and Tiara to block the Red Dragon's breath and clearly remembered his brother's sad expression and the last words that left his body before the dragon's breath burned him alive.

A wave of anger surged through his body. He hated Taros for waking the Red Dragon and himself for being too weak to protect himself. He had been helpless against the Red Dragon's fury. He had to rely on his brother to survive. The frustration and anger swept through Michael. Simultaneously, the faint purple hue shrouding the Aethyr Spear grew more potent. It glowed brightly as it expanded.

Following Masked Saber's death came the news of the betrayal of his brother's trusted allies. The anger within Michael intensified. It erupted and flooded his entire being as he recalled that the real perpetrator was still somewhere in the Tritan Alliance.

Michael's face distorted in anger and frustration. The Undead Pharaoh noticed that something was wrong and decided to make a move. Michael was already injured and was bound to have difficulties moving, but the change in his expression showed that he was not yet ready to give up.

The Undead Pharaoh released several bone spikes alongside the corrupted darkness hands that shot out underneath Michael's feet. Michael lightly tapped the sandstone underneath him with the Aethyr Spear's lower end. That should have never been enough to get rid of the hands shooting out of the ground, but it was.

The sandstone cracked as the purple hue shot deep into the hardened stone. The purple hue spread across the floor, tearing the bony darkness hands apart before they could touch Michael. A fraction of a second later, the purple hue retracted. As the purple hue retracted, a golden tinge mixed into the fray.

Michael noticed that his Curse was trying to temporarily restrict his use of the Wicked Spear Arts. He responded with a burst of defiance. The purple hue glowed stronger than before, forcefully terminating the Curse's interference.

"You better fucking listen to me, or I will make sure that you're the next Curse I'm exorcising!" Michael bellowed while unleashing the Cursed Seals alongside the Serpent Seals again.

"You better amplify my emotions now. If you don't listen…" He didn't finish the sentence. Instead, Michael let his emotions speak volumes.

He recalled how easily his Mother and Father abandoned them in a quarter of a second. Thereafter, the situations, faces, rumors, and words of countless people flooded him. Everyone expected great things from Michael. They projected their hopes and desires upon Michael and didn't even think about hiding their uncontrollable greed. Everyone wanted something from him. They didn't even care about the things he wanted to do. He was just a tool for them.

Michael roared out in defiance. He lifted the Aethyr Spear and whirled it around his body with deadly precision. The memories of every Spear user he'd killed surfaced in his mind. The memories he'd drained from their Memory Orbs filled his entire being. Simultaneously, Michael felt something more. He glanced at the bony spikes that shot toward him and began to move.

Michael saw a semi-translucent figure moving before him. It was a young man with black hair and black eyes.

Michael saw Cleave Fenrir move before him and traced his steps. The Aethyr Spear continued whirling around his body as the true capacity of the Wicked Spear Arts dawned upon him. Cleave Fenrir's mastery of the Wicked Spear Arts transferred to him.

He slashed and cut through the bony spikes that threatened to hit him easily, allowing the pain of every action to affect him. The pain and desire to stop moving, to give up and rest, swamped his entire being. However, instead of giving up, Michael used those emotions and feelings to nourish the Wicked Spear Arts.

Suddenly, the chaos of his emotions amplified. The purple hue of the Wicked Sper Arts trembled. It grew thicker and changed subtly, merging into the Aethyr Spear that hummed in Michael's hands.

'What the…' Michael nearly cursed aloud as he lost control of the Aethyr Spear. He had to grasp it even tighter than before to keep his weapon with him.

"A warning would have been helpful!" He barked before discovering it.

The Cursed had decided to give Michael a helping hand.

It understood that he would rather suffer tremendously, or maybe even die, than give up his body to someone else. Unfortunately, Michael had to survive. At least his soul had to survive. The Curse was fused into Michael's Soul. It couldn't afford to lose Michael. Therefore, the Curse decided to show Michael that they were on the same side even if they didn't agree at all times.

The purple hue spreading in all directions and shrouded Michael, whose attention fell on the thick golden lines passing through the hue. He used Soul Grimoire's Soul Tears to amplify his Soul, Sacred Constitution, and Extraction, but that was not it. Michael added a Soul Tear to each Cursed Seal and Serpent Seal before adding more to strengthen the World Serpent and his Curse.

Michael didn't have the luxury to doubt whether the Curse would attempt to steal his body shortly. His entire focus was on the Wicked Spear Arts, his chaotic emotions that roared throughout his entire being, and the Undead Pharaoh.

Michael kicked the ground and lunged forward. He crushed the incoming bone spikes with deadly, precise attacks and ignored the blood spurting all over the hardened sandstone floor – his blood.

The corner of his lips twitched as he added Foundation Break and Heavenly Beast Physique to his active techniques. The Wicked Spear Arts was already way too complex to use smoothly, yet Michael wasn't fast enough to reach the Undead Pharaoh and take him by surprise to inflict serious harm to his undead body.

It was a fortunate turn of events that Michael was far from alone. Daniel Fang helped him produce enough Soul Energy to maintain the Wicked Spear Arts and Heavenly Beast Physique, while the World Serpent used bits of its power to keep Michael's body from bursting apart.

Conversely, the Curse infused him with enough power to fill Michael with the rage he needed to unleash the Wicked Spear Arts properly.

Michael slashed through the air the moment he entered the corrupted domain of the Undead Pharaoh.

And he cut through it.