Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 409 The Fierce Battle Continues! Even Death Knows Micro-Expression Psychology?

"You lowly mortal, how dare you insult the gods?!"

Death was furious that Dudley's retort was such a vicious personal attack.

The current situation is different from the last time He came to the world of living beings and pretended to be something He did in front of the three Peverell brothers.

He wasn't pretending to be furious to deceive mortals; He was genuinely furious.

Dali speaks very rudely.

The crucial point is that this unassuming mortal also possesses the same level of power as Him, making it impossible for Death to remain indifferent.

"I'm cursing you!"

Now it's a standoff, and even if you're about to strike, you can still talk back. Dudley doesn't give Death any face at all and continues to speak, "You lowly thing who only knows how to scheme and cheat people, what right do you have to act like a god?"

"You bastard, I've collected all three of those junk items you left behind. Aren't you going to call me 'master' now?"

"You...you...you die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

Death broke through the defenses, and after a moment of sensing, he couldn't detect the three Deathly Relics he had left behind in the world of living beings.

He thought about how he had just been personally attacked, Dudley had been relentlessly exposing his weaknesses, and he was under tremendous psychological pressure. He was afraid that if he failed to kill Dudley this time, he would be finished instead.

So He roared and, like Dudley, began a saturation attack.

Driven by the power of the Law of Death, the Grim Reaper attacks Daryl without expending divine power, and begins to unleash his ultimate output in various ways.

"Hey, I won't die, I won't die, I just won't die! You gray mist monster, you're not strong at all!"

In this situation, Dudley didn't back down and trash-talked Death.

While launching an invisible conceptual attack on Death, he silently added more conceptual repair spells to protect himself, blocking the ever-increasing power of the Law of Death.

But... my heart sank.

Now, he and Death stand on the lake of corpses. On the surface, apart from exchanging verbal sparring, neither of them attacks the other, nor is either of them harmed. They are living in peace.

However, the invisible conflict between conceptual spells and the power of laws is a danger that ordinary people cannot understand or imagine.

Dudley realized that this Grim Reaper was using concept-level power against him, and it seemed that he didn't have any mana, so he could use it at will.

This is not a good sign; it's just as he had expected.

Are we to expect him to spend all his time fighting death here and rely on his clones to move around in the future?

wrong!

Dudley suddenly realized a question: if Death could use conceptual-level power without limit like him, then why was He in such a hurry?

Just because of a few trash words?

Just as he worried, he feared being held back in the future.

This doesn't make any sense!

He, a human who has only lived for a few decades in his past and present lives, has never been so easily enraged. How could Death, this ancient thing whose legends have been passed down for over a thousand years, break down so quickly?

Therefore, if Death is not deliberately making a sound of exasperation or has ulterior motives, it means that Death still has limitations and is afraid of not being able to hold on.

Thinking of this, Dudley cursed even more fiercely, and silently cast more conceptual repair spells.

Death has reviewed the lives of countless dead and knows countless insults in various languages. If he were to open his mind and exchange insults with Dudley, Dudley would certainly be no match for him.

But now is not the time to compete in insults.

Before he could even figure out Dudley's strength, he had already depleted almost half of his divine power!

These divine powers were accumulated by Him through His diligent service in the world of the dead over many years. Every time He lost even a little, His heart bled!

Although He has neither heart nor blood.

But it is not important.

The important thing is that if things continue like this, exhausting its divine power and being unable to withstand the obliteration of the power of the laws of time will be its inevitable end.

In that case, He would have to be reborn within the very essence of the Law of Death, and it would be unknown how many years it would take before He could take form again.

If this freakish human possesses divine power, it wouldn't be impossible for him to dig out his essence from the very body of the Law of Death, thus completely severing his chance of resurrection.

Therefore, Death's most crucial task now is to find out Dudley's true nature and not continue to be so furious.

Thinking of this, Death continued to roar amidst his angry curses:

"You lowly human, I don't know where you got such great fortune to be able to steal the divine power and laws of the nascent God of Time."

But you've messed with the wrong target. Do you know how long I've existed? My divine power is beyond your imagination! If this stalemate continues, you will surely die!

"Divine power?" Dali didn't reply aloud, but a thought struck him; he seemed to know what the Grim Reaper's limitations were.

"Who told you that I only stole the power of the God of Time?"

Having figured out a certain key point, Dali immediately put on airs and replied, trying to mislead Death.

To Dalli's surprise, Death let out a mournful, bitter laugh after hearing his words.

"Hahaha! You don't have divine power! You actually don't have divine power!"

Death continued to attack, but his tone remained incredibly resolute and sorrowful.

Dudley's heart skipped a beat. Death had no expression, and judging from the voice alone, he couldn't be sure whether Death was bluffing him to throw him into a panic or had truly seen through his disguise.

Therefore, he did not dwell on the previous topic and coldly said:

"Is this your dying words? The Grim Reaper who manages the world of the dead, to be so distraught when facing death, how utterly beneath you!"

"Stop pretending, Dudley Dursley, no one has more skills than me!"

Death responded to Dudley with the same cold voice, "Do you know? I read and learn from the life experiences of every human who has died!"

This is one of the few pleasures I have in the dark and desolate world of the dead.

Your facial expression management skills are excellent, and you think quickly, but your pause just now and the information revealed by your micro-expressions still betrayed you!

Before, you had absolutely no idea about the divine power I was talking about, nor did you know that the God of Time could manipulate the power of the laws of time without expending divine power. You are a complete freak!

"You...I...uh..."

Dudley didn't stop attacking Death either, but at this moment, he was truly stunned.

He hunts geese all day long, but today the geese have pecked out his eyes!

Or perhaps it's a cycle of fate, and today it's his turn.

Micro-expression psychology was a Muggle skill he was always proud of and used to deal with Old Man Dumbledore and other wizards; he could spot them with a single glance.

Dudley knew that there were definitely people better at this skill than him, but he never imagined that Death, this gray fog monster, would have a higher level of knowledge in psychology than him.

This is outrageous!