While My Mage Wife Grinds, I Power Up Idly

Ashu wanted his "Reaper’s Resolve" to appear more reasonable.

So, he had to at least create an accidental opportunity.

When he touched the handle of the giant scythe, he pretended to shudder all over, and at the same time began to unleash his "Reaper’s Resolve."

A dense aura of darkness burst forth from his body in an instant, forming a cloak of darkness that seemed tangible.

He released Ymir’s giant scythe, and in the next moment, a dark power condensed in his hand, transforming into an even larger, more terrifying scythe.

This scythe was nearly ten meters long, and he could only wield it while flying in the air.

Ymir looked up at Ashu hovering midair, her red eyes filled with shock. She simply couldn’t imagine that there was someone else in the world who possessed the power of "Death" just like her.

Hadn’t it been said that the "God of Death" inheritance was unique?

Moreover, the "Death" power Ashu currently wielded far surpassed hers by a huge margin.

During their battle at the Abyss, she had been curious about Ashu’s power, but she never expected it to be even more terrifying than she had imagined.

Ymir caught the giant scythe Ashu had released, while Kakarim was utterly stunned.

He knew clearly that Ashu was the Divine Mother Goddess’s officially recognized "luminous saint," which was indisputable.

But how could a "luminous saint" also possess the power of the God of Death?

Was this allowed by the Divine Mother Goddess?

Could it be that Ashu had also fallen?

But how could Ashu adapt to this new power so quickly, while he himself was suffering bodily mutations, endless pain, humiliation from his ugly form, and still couldn’t fully digest the demon power inside him?

By contrast, Ashu had instantly mastered the power without much change in appearance, only manifesting a cool cloak and a giant scythe.

Was this fucking fair?

Why was it that when he fell, he became grotesque, but when Ashu fell, he became handsome?

"Ashu, you’re just a fallen one too. What right do you have to talk to me?" Kakarim shouted angrily at Ashu in midair. "I think your heart is just as ugly."

When one’s appearance is flawless, Kakarim resorted to attacking Ashu’s heart.

After all, the heart is abstract. At this moment, no one could prove if their heart was truly good or falsely evil.

As long as he believed it was one way, then it was—that made him feel better.

However, Ashu didn’t care at all.

He was observing the situation carefully. Since activating "Reaper’s Resolve," he couldn’t use any other skills.

He tried to activate others but felt an inability to supply energy.

But there was one exception.

That was "Summon Holy Shield Knight." The Holy Shield Knight present was summoned before his transformation, and this was a skill that could be used without continuous energy supply.

In other words, he alone could bring out two Grand Archmage-level powers to fight simultaneously!

Thus achieving a righteous group assault!

"From now on, when we start fighting, first summon the Holy Shield Knight in normal mode, then activate ’Reaper’s Resolve’ and go two against one," Ashu thought to himself.

Then, he held the giant scythe and drew a blade of light through the air.

Although the scythe was enormous, it still felt as light as a feather in his hands, responding like an extension of his arm.

The huge scythe swung out in a black crescent shape, rushing at Kakarim at incredible speed.

Seeing this, Kakarim quickly shut his mouth and dodged.

But just as he landed, the attacks from the Holy Shield Knight came one after another.

Ashu, like a mighty eagle in the sky, weaved between the attacks of the Holy Shield Knight, ensuring his offense kept Kakarim suppressed. The dark power supported him to hover midair; although not as specialized in flight as the rapid Flight Magic, his speed was still standard Grand Archmage level.

"Shhh—"

Right now, Kakarim was like an egg—once he digested the demon power fully, that egg would hatch, and he would be reborn with greatly increased power.

But because he hadn’t hatched yet, he had turned from human into an egg, and his strength was actually weaker than when he was human.

Ashu continuously pressured him for more than ten minutes, until Kakarim showed a flaw and was struck on the arm by Ashu’s giant scythe.

Wherever the giant scythe struck wasn’t just wounded or festering—it instantly turned into black ashes!

That part of the wound simply vanished, leaving behind black mist lingering over the injury.

This black mist would prevent the wound from healing and would crawl inward along the wound.

As a former Cardinal, Kakarim had some understanding of the properties of the power of "Death."

He gritted his teeth decisively and used his mutated claws to gouge out the wounded flesh on his arm.

His claws tore off a chunk of flesh, deep to the bone, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

But if he didn’t do this, it meant a slow death.

"You really want to live, huh, Kakarim," Ashu sneered as he watched him self-mutilate.

Kakarim looked up, his gaze fierce and dark. "Damn you, you’re just as fallen as I am—why must you try to kill me completely?"

Hearing this, Ashu put on a pitying expression. "If you don’t die... I wouldn’t be at ease."

Ashu came from a farming background and knew well that if you didn’t uproot the weeds in the field, they would quickly spread again.

Since he had killed Kakayather once, he didn’t expect anyone to understand or forgive.

Kill one, and it’s best to wipe out the whole nest to prevent future revenge.

Kakarim stared at Ashu in horror; against the backdrop of the dark aura, Ashu looked like the most evil and wicked cultist imaginable.

What kind of "luminous saint" would say such things?

What exactly had the Divine Mother Goddess seen in him?!

"Hey, I’ll give you a chance for revenge," Ashu suddenly said. He lowered his hands and showed a posture of no resistance.

"You can go all out and attack me. Remember, use your full strength—I’m only giving you this one chance.

If you can kill me or seriously injure me, I’ll let you go.

If not, you’ll surely die today.

How about it? Let’s make a bet—you’ve got nothing to lose anyway."

Kakarim had never liked gambling. Even during the seven-day window after his son’s resurrection, he had prepared multiple contingencies simultaneously.

He never pinned all his hopes on a single method.

But at this very moment, the situation was completely different.

Once, he could still manipulate fate, but now, he had only one path left. If he chose it, he might still grasp a slim chance. If he didn’t choose, he would be crushed to death.

"No matter what schemes you have, I’ll—!!"

Before he could finish his words, Kakarim couldn’t help but unleash all his strength and charged toward Ashu, who was hovering in midair.

Although his body had mutated and his face grown even more grotesque, Ashu was very familiar with his movements.

Back at the Goth Manor, Kakarim had struck with the same blow that nearly shattered Ashu’s Divine Mother Goddess protection, almost killing him. If Vivita hadn’t intervened in time, Ashu would have been the one sent first to the Netherrealm.

Now, he concentrated all his energy into his hands and swung ferociously at Ashu.

Ten meters, five meters, one meter, one inch...

The attack drew closer and closer, yet Ashu still hung his hands loosely, showing no sign of defense.

Seeing this, Kakarim was very surprised, but he could not suppress the evil intent in his heart. Giving in to his hatred, he swung at Ashu with all his might.

"Boom—"

Ashu’s body seemed to collapse at the impact.

But—

He was immune to this Death attack, instantly teleporting to over a hundred meters behind Kakarim, leaving behind only a phantom formed from the power of the Reaper to counterattack.

This was exactly the "Kiss of the Reaper" the system had previously returned to him.

Not only could it grant immunity to one Death, but it could also summon the God of Death’s power for a counterattack judgment after being hit.

"Crack—"

The phantom formed by the Reaper’s power moved with incredible speed. This time, Ashu used it at Grand Archmage level, and in pure "Reaper’s Resolve" mode, making it even more powerful than the last time.

Before Kakarim could even react, the scythe in the phantom’s hand had already pierced through his chest!

"Ugh—ah—"

Kakarim’s eyes bulged as he looked down in disbelief at the scythe blade piercing through his chest.

Though the scythe was only a phantom, black mist seeped from the wound.

He deeply felt it was the power of Death.

Even with his Demon transformation, his current body could not withstand it.

"Damn... cunning brat..." Kakarim felt the power inside him rapidly draining away. He was already dead in the human world; if he died again here in the Netherrealm, his soul would be utterly destroyed. He had profaned the Divine Mother Goddess, and even if he didn’t die now, he would have no chance at reincarnation.

"Rest in peace, Kakarim. Your son and wife—I’ll soon send them to see you... or, well, you might never see them again," Ashu whispered into Kakarim’s ear.

"You—bastard!!"

Kakarim roared in fury, but it was ultimately powerless rage.

As Ashu’s move ended, the phantom vanished, and naturally, the phantom scythe disappeared as well.

All that remained on Kakarim’s chest was a massive, gaping wound piercing through.

The black mist corroded blood, ribs, and internal organs—without a single drop spilling out, and without any hope of survival.

He couldn’t possibly hollow out his entire torso completely.

The black mist represented the power of Death, and it soon invaded his internal organs.

His body was like a piece of paper set ablaze from the middle, rapidly turning into black ashes.

Ymir watched Ashu’s battle, and her eyes slowly shifted from confusion and shock to admiration.

If she were the one wielding this power, she didn’t believe she could achieve such results.

The mastery of that power, the dark momentum—it was more like the true heir of the "God of Death" than even herself!

She even felt the impulse to apprentice herself to Ashu!