Chapter 225: Transforming into Black Mist

The candle flame gently flickered.

Whoosh~

Viserys' figure gradually vanished, like the wind scattering dust, slowly turning into a flowing black mist under the candlelight.

Then, not far from the bedside, he reformed.

Viserys opened his eyes, gazing at the spot where he had been sitting by the window, sinking into deep thought.

"How fascinating."

Viserys felt that when he transformed into a cloud of black mist, his whole body blended into the air. He could still sense his existence, but his weight became almost unnoticeable, about... fifty grams.

This amazing ability excited Viserys, and he tirelessly experimented with it. Unfortunately, like the Eye of the Moment, this ability became ineffective after a few consecutive uses in a short time, possibly entering a cooldown period.

The ability to turn into black mist allowed Viserys to evade all harm for a certain period, and escape effortlessly.

Conversely, it could turn Viserys into the most terrifying assassin in the dark of night, silently penetrating the hardest of castles, claiming the enemy's head and disappearing without a trace.

Regrettably, perhaps due to Viserys' low attributes now, just barely crossing into the supernatural realm, the number of times he could use this black mist ability was limited, and the distance he could move was not far.

Even so, it was a terrifying magical ability.

In no way inferior to the Eye of the Moment awakened by the lunar attribute reaching the supernatural, or the True Dragon Bloodline awakened by the physical attribute reaching the supernatural.

If the previous two abilities, though practical, still seemed to be within the realm of human capability, the ability to turn into black mist upon water attribute reaching the supernatural was almost akin to magic or demonism.

If revealed, it might be perceived as devilish.

"I wonder what the ultimate state of this evolutionary path would be."

Viserys mused. Now, just a mere attribute reaching twenty had evolved into a supernatural ability.

What would it become if he killed more people, absorbed more intelligent souls, and one attribute exceeded thirty, forty, or even higher?

"Would I become a god?"

Viserys thought of this and couldn't help but shake his head.

Whether this world had gods, who the gods were, different people had different answers.

Compared to worrying about these intangible things, for a mortal like Viserys, the most basic issues at hand were more important.

Such as, who wanted to kill him?

The other party's skills were astonishing. Leaping down from a tower tens of meters high, Viserys believed he couldn't do that.

Such an assassin wouldn't be an ordinary person.

That's why he didn't think the Ragged Prince was the one, but someone disguised as him. A man in his fifties or sixties couldn't possibly have such abilities.

However, there was a top-notch assassin organization in Essos known for its perfect disguise ability, the famed Faceless Men of Braavos.

They could artistically peel off a person's face and perfectly disguise themselves as that person.

Even without the person's face, they could choose a similar cheek. The Faceless Men had a vast collection of human skins to choose from, and with some makeup techniques to make up for the difference, they could achieve the effect of a perfect imitation.

"The Faceless Men are after me."

Viserys returned to his bed, a surge of anger rising in his heart. He had a good temper and rarely got angry, but this time, if it weren't for the many souls he'd accumulated, he might have died.

But from another perspective, if he hadn't accumulated black mist but instead absorbed "all of it into his body, perhaps this assassination attempt wouldn't have happened.

He could even have crushed this damned Faceless Man directly.

"They must pay the price."

Viserys sat back down at the bedside, his hand still clutching the short knife, lightly playing with it.

"Valyrian steel."

If his guess was correct, this was a short knife made of Valyrian steel, a valuable item.

."

"'They really think highly of me.'

Viserys's gaze was slightly cold, and then he directly threw the dagger in his hand.

Thud—

Wood chips flew around.

The Valyrian steel dagger was harshly nailed into the wooden door not far away. The handle trembled slightly, flashing a terrifying cold light.

...

Not long after.

The night gradually fell.

Just after the transition of the ruling class and the assassination attempt on Viserys.

Although this matter was kept strictly confidential and not leaked to the public, the city of Pentos still carried out a strict curfew.

The streets were full of the Windblown mercenaries and the once city guard of Pentos.

The commander of the city guard has now been replaced. The former commander was killed by the Beggar Prince after surrendering, and was replaced by his trusted man known as 'the War Poet', Denzo D'han.

And the Windblown mercenaries have now upgraded their weapons, they had already made a fortune when they plundered the Magister's family. Now they are fully equipped with bright armor and superior weapons, transforming into the regular army of Pentos.

At this moment, the streets were full of soldiers, and naturally, there were no customers in the small tavern.

After the serving girl at the tavern helped 'Miguel' treat his injuries, she had somehow crawled back through the tunnel.

This was a small base set up by the Faceless Men in Pentos, so her long disappearance went unnoticed.

Now the red-haired young woman sat behind the bar, yawning a bit, still thinking about what happened during the day, wondering why the death of the Targaryen young king had not been reported.

'They're really good at keeping secrets.'

The serving girl murmured, her hand propping up her chin.

'Not announcing the death?'

However, at this moment, the red-haired young woman's ears twitched slightly. She heard something, the footsteps on the street outside became much noisier, as if they were rushing towards this direction.

'Hmm?'

But while the tavern girl was stunned.

Boom—

The tavern's door was kicked open, a group of Pentos soldiers and Windblown mercenaries rudely broke in.

Leading them was a Dothraki man with his upper body bare, his muscular body covered in purple tribal tattoos, and a heavy arakh curved sword in his hand.

Beside him was a man wrapped in a black robe. He looked at the tavern girl and then pointed at her.

'What are you gentlemen here to do?'

The red-haired woman squeezed a smile onto her face, preparing to approach them.

But the next second, she dashed toward the tavern window at a speed that most people wouldn't anticipate.

However, the prepared Pentos soldiers were not alarmed, a large net had been spread out for her, and a crossbow bolt hit her thigh.

Then the net dropped from the sky and wrapped the red-haired woman in it, and the tightened net trapped her inside.

Then a Pentos soldier walked up and directly tied the woman's hands and feet, leaving her immobile.

The rest of the Pentos soldiers searched the entire tavern, but they did not find any other suspicious personnel.