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Chapter 73: Apostle Zaina [7]
'Where am I?'
Zaina wondered as she looked around her.
The world that surrounded her was nothing but pitch black.
She looked around, trying to find anything, even herself, in the darkness.
'Right, I was close to that statue and then I lost consciousness.'
She thought grimly, taking a few steps forward nervously.
'Huh?'
But one more step and she was falling down into the abyss.
She couldn't see it, but she felt like reaching a depth of her consciousness.
'W-What is happening!?'
Panic began to catch in her throat as she jerked her hand around.
She blinked and a blinding light assaulted her.
"Huff...Huff..."
It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden light.
She looked around, finding herself inside a broken throne room.
"Ah, this dream again."
A voice echoed in the place, making her flinch.
Zaina quickly turned around to look at the throne where a woman sat.
"I never thought I would see you again."
The figure walked out of the shadows.
Zaina's breath caught in her throat as she looked at her... no, herself.
The woman who walked towards her looked just like her.
The same lavender hair along with amber eyes.
But this version of her stood taller, straighter, and had more mature features.
Zaina quickly noticed the dark circles under her eyes.
She swallowed hard. "W-who are you?"
"I am you." The woman replied. "One of the future 'you'."
Zaina blinked and observed the woman who was completely different in personality.
Her lips trembled. "What are you?"
The woman tilted her head before she walked past her.
"The queen of humanity." She said. "Or so they say."
Zaina hesitated before she began to follow her.
"Why am I here?" She asked quietly.
"To awaken your power." The woman said softly. "That accursed power of Morana."
Zaina frowned. "W-what do you mean?"
"Oh, you don't know yet." She said, turning around to look at her. "We are the apostle of goddess Morana."
"W-what?"
"You will get used to it." She said, resuming her walk. "When the church comes knocking and when they take away your right to live."
"That can't be right," she whispered, shaking her head. "I'm not... I'm not anyone's apostle."
The older version of her... this regal, broken queen, smiled faintly.
"That's what I said too, but they don't care."
Zaina wrapped her arms around herself. "No... I didn't ask for this. I was just— I just wanted to stop those voices. I followed Asher, that's all."
At his name, the queen Zaina stopped in her tracks.
She coldly looked back at her. "Are you not with Arthur?"
Zaina shook her head.
"Weird." She mumbled. "How is your case different."
"C-can I go back?"
She didn't reply; instead, she walked out of the broken throne room into the howling winds.
Zaina shielded her eyes as she found herself at the cliff of a hill.
Queen Zaina stopped at the edge of the cliff and she followed closely behind.
"You will be back soon." She said, glancing at her.
Zaina nodded as she looked down the cliff... only to freeze in place.
There were endless numbers of soldiers crawled below like ants.
Everywhere she looked, all she saw were the army tents.
Her trembling eyes looked back at queen Zaina. "W-what is happening?"
"We are at war." Queen Zaina said. "Against the world."
"W-why?"
"To get the broken piece of all-knowing 'Seraphic Tablet'," she replied. "The only thing that can cure our curse."
Zaina frowned. "I am not cursed."
Queen Zaina didn't reply, instead she looked down the cliff.
"You know, I saw a completely different future when I awakened." She said softly.
"Where I was nothing but a housewife living in a cozy house on a lakeside."
'A housewife?'
Zaina stared at her future self in stunned silence.
"That woman whom I thought was my future self gave me some advice." She mumbled, barely containing her anger.
"To love Asher no matter how weird things get."
Zaina's hands clenched at her sides; she could feel it now... the anger of her future self.
"And I tried to follow her advice." She whispered, turning to look at Zaina. "And look what happened to me."
"...."
Zaina opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Now, let me give you a piece of advice." She spoke, staring dead into her eyes.
"Kill Asher. Do it like I did... strangle him to death."
"....."
Zaina's body began to glow softly, but her future self didn't let her go.
She grabbed her hand tightly.
"Whatever misery you have in your life and will have is because of him." She said, tears trickled down her eyes.
"You are doing yourself a favour by killing him."
Zaina's hand vanished, but her eyes remained on her.
"Kill him!"
She screamed.
"KILL HIM!!"
---
Zaina woke up back in the enormous chamber.
There was no sense of self in her eyes but vague voidness.
The last dominant thought echoed in her mind as she looked at Akamir.
She raised her hand and a mask latched to her face.
An arch blade formed in her hand.
"Zaina—?"
'Kill him.'
She threw the blade at him.
**
"Fuck."
Akamir grumbled as he rolled out of the path of the blade's trajectory.
Using the enormous body of the snake as a shield, he glared at Nayomi.
"Couldn't you warn me beforehand!?" He snapped, glaring at her.
Nayomi didn't reply as she stared at Zaina. "She is coming."
"Tch."
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he took out his black sword from his ring.
Zaina floated and rushed towards him with two daggers, which swung outward in a broad arc at his throat.
Akamir swiveled on his heel, parrying her blows with a strike to her hands before he was forced back.
'Huh?' he frowned inwardly. 'How did she get this strong?'
"Apostles get a burst of power in their active state." Nayomi explained lazily, floating close by. "Don't worry, she will empty her mana soon."
Akamir glared at her as he parried another strike.
Using the brief window as she brought her daggers back up, he lunged at her side.
She spun like a blade, gaining the momentum to block his sword with her left dagger.
Sparks flew across them as her weapon made of mana broke.
Akamir didn't give her another chance as he rushed closer.
She made another short sword and thrust it in a straight line.
But Zaina changed the weapon into a long staff midway and slapped it onto his face.
Akamir ducked, feeling the weapon whistle over him.
He got up and rushed at her once again, and her staff now turned into a war hammer.
Zaina swung the war hammer down like a falling star.
Akamir sidestepped just in time.
The hammer crashed into the stone floor, sending a small shockwave through the chamber.
She spun the hammer in a full circle and charged again.
"Shit," Akamir muttered, raising his sword just in time to block.
The impact nearly knocked the blade from his hands.
He skidded back and came to a halt.
Akamir jerked his hand free of the pain as sparks of purple lightning began to crackle around him.
His speed increased as he rushed at her in a blurry moment.
Her hammer shifted mid-swing into a scythe, cutting the air with a vicious whistle.
Akamir sidestepped and jumped at the head of the scythe.
Zaina sensed it a second too late as she dematerialised it.
'Have some sleep, girl.'
Akamir jumped up at her, turning his blade sideways to knock her out.
CLANG!!!
But she made a barrier that blocked his strike midway.
"Tch—!"
He twisted in the air, flipping back to land on his feet.
Zaina hovered above the ground, her eyes blank, the eerie mask still clinging to her face.
Her scythe multiplied and she was holding one in each hand.
'Is this her instinct?'
Akamir wondered as he lowered his stance.
Purple lightning burst from his body, crackling like fire.
She launched at him again and he met her halfway, their weapons clashing.
Akamir feinted left and drove his elbow into her gut.
She wheezed, just a little, and he seized the opening, slamming the hilt of his sword into her mask.
As she remained disoriented from the sudden attack, Akamir grabbed her and pulled her down.
"Urgh!"
She couldn't fight as he wrapped his hand around her.
He wrapped his legs around her waist and slammed his back on the ground.
Akamir began choking the breath out of her lungs.
Zaina writhed and thrashed, but he didn't let her go.
Finally, the glowing markings on her body began to fade away.
Zaina slowly began to regain consciousness, and her hand weakly tapped onto his arms.
"A...Asher?"
She spoke weakly.
"Let...go."
"Promise you won't attack me." He said, lifting his head.
"...I promise."
Akamir let her go and she coughed violently.
She rubbed her neck as she weakly lay over his body.
Reasoning began to return to her while Akamir drew in deep breaths.
"I am sorry." She whispered softly. "I didn't mean to—."
"It's fine." Akamir mumbled, closing his eyes. "Don't worry about it."
There was a silence between them for a long while.
Zaina didn't move as she lay over his body.
"Hey." She mumbled softly. "Are you really Asher?"
Akamir lifted his head once again to look at her.
"No." He said. "I am Akamir."
Zaina closed her eyes with a soft chuckle. "Then I will call you that."
'I wasn't joking though.'
Akamir thought but didn't correct her.
Zaina spoke again. "Hey."
"What?"
"I said, I won't attack you." She grumbled. "Can you stop poking my back with your knife."
Akamir frowned. "I don't have a knife."
"..."
"..."
There was a long awkward silence as Zaina sat back up.
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"....."
"...."
In the small dusty pathway, both Akamir and Zaina walked quietly.
Neither of them spoke anything after they came out of the chamber.
Zaina bashfully played with her hair, keeping her eyes low on the ground.
Akamir rubbed his temples in frustration.
'What's up with this stupid body?'
The thing that happened back in the cave was nothing but a stab in his heart.
'How can I get hard just because she laid on me?'
He was still finding it hard to believe, the thing he knew was just a normal reaction.
"Are you still thinking about it?" Nayomi's voice echoed, making him look up. "Just let it go."
"Shut up." He grumbled softly. "I don't like it."
Nayomi grinned. "Oh, now we both know what you like."
"I don't like little girls, goddamnit!" He snapped, glaring at her.
Zaina was quick to intervene as she looked at him.
"Are you still calling me a child?" She grumbled. "We are of the same age, you know."
"....."
Akamir sighed in response,
keeping his eyes at the path leading out of the forest.
Zaina opened her mouth, then quickly closed it, fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.
"I'm... sorry," she finally mumbled.
Akamir looked at her, blinking. "Huh?"
"For attacking you," she clarified, voice barely above a whisper. "Back there, I— I didn't know what I was doing."
"It's fine." he said simply. "You weren't in your right mind back there."
Zaina winced. "I know. I really didn't mean to... I just—."
"What happened to you anyway?" Akamir asked, changing the topic. "I mean, when you got close to the statue."
"I saw someone." She whispered. "She looked like me. She said horrible things and... I couldn't control my body."
Akamir chuckled. "What did she say for you to swing a scythe on my face?"
Zaina didn't smile as she stared at his back.
"She told me that you are the reason for everything bad that will happen to me." She winced softly. "Like you are some bad omen."
Akamir slowed down his step as he glanced back at her.
He mumbled. "Do you believe that?"
"I don't know you enough." She replied quietly. "I can't be sure."
"...I see." Akamir mumbled with a sigh.
'Well, I can't blame her.'
For better or worse, he was her nemesis in the novel.
'Wait, did she see something from the novel?'
He wondered, stealing a glance at Nayomi but didn't ask anything.
"Akamir." Zaina called, making him glance back at her.
"Yes?"
"Do you know what a 'Seraphic Tablet' is?" She asked softly.
Both Akamir and Nayomi turned back to look at her.
Akamir walked closer to her. "Why do you ask?"
Zaina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the hem of her sleeve.
"The woman in my dreams talked about it." She whispered, uneasiness clear on her face. "She said it was the only way to break my curse."
Akamir frowned. "What curse?"
"The curse of being Goddess Morana's apostle."
Both Zaina and Nayomi said at the same time.
Akamir blinked twice before he sighed and turned around.
"I have heard of it before." He said. "They say it's an all-knowing tablet... akin to a god."
Zaina nodded as she touched the mask hanging on her side.
"I think I am going to keep it a secret." She said softly. "That I am an apostle."
"Can you do that?" He asked, glancing back at her. "I mean, hiding your powers."
"...Yes." She nodded quietly.
"You can't always run from it." Akamir said as the forest began to thin down. "So, better be prepared."
Zaina just nodded in response.
"By the way, what are the powers of being an apostle?" Akamir asked, glancing back at her. "Except glowing in the dark."
"Well, I need practice to use it." She said softly. "But, I think it's the ability to create seals over anything."
Akamir tilted his head. "Just that?"
"I..I think so?"
'It's pretty underwhelming.'
Akamir thought, nodding his head.
"Don't its simplicity fool you." Nayomi warned, floating closely. "She can seal anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything." She said. "Even concepts like death itself."
Akamir raised his brows, clearly impressed.
'Now that's something.'
They quickly moved out of the forest, finding themselves in an open field.
At the edge of it was a teleportation portal that would lead them back.
Akamir began to walk towards it, but Zaina quickly grabbed his sleeve.
"Hm?"
He looked back at her.
Zaina didn't meet his gaze as she slowly opened her mouth.
"Thank you." She whispered softly. "For...being with me."
Akamir sighed and turned towards her.
"It's fine." He patted her head. "I am your fiancé after all."
"....About that." She said, straightening her back. "I want to talk with Princess Inara."
Akamir frowned. "Why?"
Zaina looked into his eyes.
"There can only be one fiancée." She said. "Either her or me."
"...."
Akamir remained silent as she walked past him without any other words.
Nayomi floated in front of his face with a smile.
"You weren't thinking of having both of them, right?"
Akamir scoffed as he turned around, resuming his walk.
"I don't care enough." He said. "I don't even know what or why I am in this world in the first place."
"Because some greater power wants it." She replied, floating beside him. "To use you for its benefit."
Akamir's face morphed into disgust. "I don't like it."
"I have been through it." She said quietly. "And I don't like it either."
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he walked inside the portal.
The world shifted around him as he reached the other side.
"Fifth place." A voice boomed.
Akamir looked around, not finding Zaina in the training ground.
"Asher."
Professor Danyal called him.
Akamir looked at him.
"Lady Inara was here." He said. "She asked you to meet her as soon as you come back."
"...."
Akamir sighed once again.
---
"Why would she call me now?"
Akamir wondered aloud as he walked towards the teacher's building.
It was already evening, and the entire place was already emptied out.
'Is there something important going on?' He thought, walking up the spiral staircase.
Akamir stopped at the first floor where Professor Velyrian's office was.
'Should I visit him?'
He hesitated for a moment before he thought against it.
'Maybe next time.'
He quickly glanced at Nayomi as he resumed walking. "Was there really no mention of him in the novel?"
"There wasn't." She shook her head. "I would remember if there was."
"What about Ven then?" He asked. "I can't believe something so groundbreaking wasn't mentioned."
Nayomi fell into a state of deep thought.
"Well..." She whispered. "There was someone who actually opened the gate to the world of mana."
"Who?"
"He is from a different race." She replied. "I have met him before."
Akamir stopped and looked at her. "....What?"
"He should be over a thousand years old now." She said, looking into his eyes. "If he is alive, that is."
"No, wait, wait." Akamir closed his eyes to calm himself down.
"You knew you are in a game since you were summoned?"
"Only I was the one who noticed it." She replied, floating away. "And I was foolish enough to inform others."
"It backfired?" He said, skipping a few steps. "Wait, that's not important, after all that how is this world still the same from the game?"
"There are a few things even I don't understand." She replied cryptically.
Akamir sighed as he reached the top floor where Inara's office was present.
He walked towards the end of the hall and opened the door without permission.
Inara glanced up at him from her desk.
"Knock before you enter next time." She muttered. "It's bad manners."
"You called?" He asked before his gaze turned to his side.
There, at the corner of the room, was a machine that had a dark blue texture.
The thing looked like something high-tech that doesn't belong in this world.
It let out a faint pulse of mana that filled the room.
Akamir pointed at it. "What's that?"
"A mana core potential detector." She replied, gesturing towards the seat. "Please."
Akamir frowned but sat down opposite to her.
She passed him a paper with an official sign of Polmona dukedom.
Akamir read the paper in a few moments before he looked back at her.
"What should I do?" She asked, leaning back on the chair. "They are asking for a hefty sum."
"When are they going into the core dungeon?" Akamir asked, leaning back as well.
"Next week." She said softly. "We won't see them for at least six months."
Akamir nodded as he picked up the paper.
It was an official statement asking for money from the princess to support the expedition of the core dungeon.
In return, they promised to consider helping her with the throne.
"Let me guess." Akamir mumbled, rubbing his chin. "They gave the same offer to Lucien?"
"Yes." She nodded in agreement. "And he accepted it."
'Why are they so desperate for money anyway?'
Akamir wondered, placing the paper down.
'Unless there is something else going on.'
Inara drummed her fingers on the table. "What should I do?"
"Reject it." He replied simply. "The word 'consider' is enough to tell they won't help."
Inara nodded in response.
"I thought so too." She whispered, then looked into his eyes. "Do you think they will make it?"
Akamir shrugged. "Hard to say when we don't know what they are up against."
Inara hummed softly.
"Anyway." Akamir leaned forward. "Why do you call?"
Inara took a moment to look at his face as if considering something.
"Your father Darvin contacted me." She said softly. "He expressed his desire to support me."
Akamir's expression hardened as a thought crossed his mind. "What's the catch?"
"To get pregnant." She pointed at him. "With your child."
Akamir scoffed. "That's ridiculous—."
"I said the same." She cut in, her crimson eyes on him.
"Until he told me it's your wish."
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Akamir scoffed. "That's ridiculous—."
"I said the same," she cut in, her crimson eyes on him.
"Until he told me it's your wish."
"...."
Akamir leaned back on the chair as he looked at her crimson eyes.
He placed his hand on the armrest as he asked, "Do you believe that?"
"Ever since I was engaged to your elder brother, there were quite a few rumors I heard about you," she said simply, staring into his eyes.
Akamir didn't flinch; he knows Asher was quite infamous for liking her.
"Like what?" he asked nonetheless.
"There are a lot," she replied. "But the one that bothered me was how people say you are obsessed with me."
"Do I look like I am?"
"....No."
She hesitated before continuing, "But Morris did tell me how you challenged him for me."
Akamir tilted his head in confusion. "...What?"
"You don't remember?" she asked. "You were twelve back then."
He guiltily pinged the bridge of his nose.
'What the fuck was wrong with Asher?'
Akamir wondered grimly.
'I mean, come on man, how down bad was he?'
He sighed in defeat as he looked back at her. "Get to the point."
"My point is," she said, intertwining her fingers on the table, "that I do believe that it's your wish."
Akamir raised his brow. "And?"
"And I will happily comply with your wishes," she replied, taking him by surprise. "But not yet, not when you don't meet my condition."
Akamir frowned. "Wait, do you actually plan to marry me or what?"
"You think I have a choice?" she asked, tilting her head. "I sealed my fate the day I kissed you."
Akamir leaned forward.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his voice lowering.
"So... you regret it?"
Her expression didn't change as she stood up.
"No," she replied. "And believe me when I say it, you are a lot better than I expected."
Akamir chuckled. "What were your expectations, anyway?"
"A possessive guy who will try to control me," she said, walking towards the machine, "and beat me if I don't listen."
"...."
Akamir's lips twitched, but he didn't respond.
'For some reason, it does sound like something Asher would do.'
Inara began to mess with the machine while Akamir turned the chair towards her.
"And what is your condition?" he asked, looking at her back.
"I won't ask for much," she replied. "Just give me your time and power."
Akamir leaned back again, watching her set the machine.
"Time and power, huh?" he repeated. "Please elaborate."
She fully turned to look at him, leaning on the machine slightly.
"Time to know each other enough so I can be sure I am going to marry the right person,"
she replied before returning to work on the machine.
"And by power, I mean both political and personal power."
"Political power?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
"You will inherit the political power from your family," Inara smiled, gesturing to him. "Come here."
Akamir stood up from his seat as he walked towards her.
Inara looked at him as she stood in front of him.
"Like it or not," she said, combing his hair, "but I will never marry someone who is weaker than me."
Akamir looked at her. "And?"
"Though you are weaker than me," she said, gesturing towards the machine, "I want to know how strong you can get."
'Ah, so that's why she has a mana core something machine?'
He thought, shifting from her and the machine.
A way to measure his personal power.
"This world works on power, Asher," she continued. "If you want to have a princess, you should at least have the power of a king."
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at her. "What do I need to do?"
Akamir himself was interested to know how strong he can get.
'Nayomi said my potential had increased because of Ella.'
He was eager to know how much.
"Place your hands over here and send your mana," she said, pointing at the two carvings of hands. "The orb in the middle will measure your potential."
He nodded and did as she told him.
As soon as Akamir placed his hands over the carved impressions, the machine stirred to life with a soft hum.
The mana-conducting lines etched into the surface pulsed faintly, responding to his presence.
The orb in the center began to glow.
Inara stepped back, arms folded as she observed the orb.
"Start channeling slowly," she instructed. "Don't force it."
Akamir closed his eyes and focused, sending a controlled stream of mana through his palms.
The carvings flared in response, and the orb began to shift through colors.
It started with red and soon turned orange and stopped at it.
"Below average?" Inara mumbled, not hiding her disappointment. "Maybe I was expecting—."
Her words abruptly halted as the orb changed color once again.
In one second, it changed from yellow, blue and then indigo.
Akamir felt a strange pressure rising in his chest as the orb pulsed violently.
Inara's arms slowly dropped to her sides, her eyes widened in horror.
The orb flashed white.
A loud crack echoed as a thin fracture split across the orb's surface.
Akamir instinctively drew his hands back.
"Inara?" he asked, but she didn't respond.
She stood there in stunned silence, her legs moved back as she slowly sat down on the chair.
Akamir tilted his head in confusion as he looked at Nayomi.
"Most humans have a cap on core," she replied simply. "Yours has the potential of reaching above core rankings."
'I understand that much,' he thought, looking back at Inara. 'Why is she acting like this?'
Akamir walked closer before shaking her slightly. "Inara?"
Inara blinked, her crimson eyes finally focusing on him.
"You... cracked the orb," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's... supposed to be impossible."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "It was?"
Inara rubbed her hands as if she was getting cold.
"You don't understand, Asher," she whispered softly.
"Humans are inherently weak with mana. The last one to break an orb was someone from a hundred years ago."
Akamir looked back at the orb curiously. "Who was it?"
"The last descendant of Krivos Kingdom's founder," she whispered weakly. "....His family was killed because of it."
Akamir turned back to look at her. "...What?"
She nodded softly, rubbing her hands.
"It was the current royal family that did it and took their place," she said. "...And your condition isn't any good."
Akamir tilted his head. "Are you saying I am like him?"
"No, you're not," she murmured. "You might be worse."
Akamir frowned. "Worse?"
"Better. I meant better," she corrected quickly, as if snapping out of a daze. "Or... I don't know. I didn't expect this."
Inara stood up abruptly, pacing away in the room murmuring something.
Akamir looked at the orb that he broke. "That thing looks expensive."
"Don't worry about it," she said, waving her hand. "I stole it from the academy."
Akamir frowned. "What?"
"I placed a fake one. We won't get caught," she replied softly. "Probably."
'Yeah, I should bail out before I get caught in her mess.'
Inara paced a few more steps before stopping at the far end of the room, her eyes on him.
"What?"
"Promise me you won't tell anyone about this," she said. "Keep it a secret from everyone for now, please."
'I wasn't planning to tell anyone about this anyway.'
Akamir nodded in agreement. "Anything else?"
She shook her head, still in shock.
"Alright, I should get going now," he said, walking towards the door.
"Asher."
As soon as he touched the doorknob, she called him.
Akamir looked back. "Am I getting a goodbye kiss or what?"
She blinked. "You want one?"
".....No."
Inara looked at him suspiciously but didn't press on it.
She instead drew in a deep breath before asking, "Do you want to go on a date again?"
Akamir looked at her in confusion but nodded nonetheless. "Tell me when."
"...Okay."
He walked out of the room and Nayomi started floating beside him.
"She is a crafty one," she said. "She started planning for the far away future now."
Akamir nodded silently. "I figured that much."
She looked at him. "Do you know what's the actual reason she measured your potential?"
"Children inherit their parents' potential, don't they?" he asked, skipping down the staircase.
Nayomi smirked slightly, floating in front of him.
"Exactly. She wanted to make sure her future children wouldn't be born weak," she said.
"The moment you cracked that orb, she confirmed it."
Akamir let out a slow exhale. "And here I thought she actually had a thing for me."
Nayomi shrugged. "Don't be too cynical. She's cautious, not heartless. If she didn't like you, she wouldn't bother."
"She is making things complicated for no reason."
"She is smart," Nayomi said, "but she lives in a world where being smart doesn't always mean being safe."
Akamir kept walking, his hands tucked into his pockets. "You sound like you admire her."
"I don't dislike her," Nayomi admitted. "She is one of the few good characters from the novel."
Akamir nodded in response as he walked out of the teacher's building.
He rubbed the back of his neck. "I should be able to do it now."
Nayomi's ears twitched. "Do what?"
"Nothing special," Akamir replied, only to stop in his tracks.
A faint tug from the crown made him frown.
"What happened?" she asked.
"It's the mimicker of Priest Elore," Akamir replied. "He wants to talk."
Nayomi nodded as he began to walk towards a silent place.
As soon as he reached there, he summoned the crown.
"What is it?" he asked directly.
"The church had made a summon," he replied. "They found a saint."
"...What?"
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Chapter 76: Chi Veins.
[Eldergrove Town]
[Late at night.]
In the office of the priest Elore, a figure flickered at the centre.
The man had an old, kind appearance with a wrinkled face and he wore a pristine white robe.
He was the eighteenth pope of the Church of Goddess Morana.
Pope Elon, the wise.
The pope opened his eyes as he looked at the young man on the chair.
Akamir leaned back, placing the legs on the table as he looked back at him.
"I hope you are in good health."
The recording of Pope Elon spoke as he looked forward.
"It's been so long since I saw you, Elore."
Akamir leaned forward and paused the projector that was showing the recording.
He then moved his chair to look at the kneeling Elore or the one wearing his skin.
"Have you sorted out all his memories?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
The mimicker nodded. "I have, my lord."
"How is Elore related to the Pope?" Akamir asked curiously. "I remember him screaming that he is the pope's people before dying."
The mimicker looked up at Akamir as he replied. "Elore was the third batch of orphans Elon selected to groom."
Akamir frowned. "Groom?"
The mimicker gave him a soft nod in response.
"He selects a few noteworthy orphans and raises them to later take good positions in the church and for his personal pleasure."
The confusion on Akamir's face grew even more. "By personal pleasure you don't mean...."
"It's exactly as you think, my lord." Elore replied with a sigh. "He molests them. In fact, the first memory Elore has of him was about this."
'What type of fucker is he?'
Akamir wondered in disgust as he looked at Elon once again.
"And nobody speaks about it?" He asked, looking back at Elore.
"No one dares, my lord, and he always brainwashes his victims." Elore replied simply.
"After five to eight years of torture he takes good care of those with potential or else he simply kills those he doesn't like."
Akamir just nodded silently as he leaned in to continue his message.
"I am making this recording for two reasons." Pope Elon continued. "First is to inform that the apostle of goddess Morana has been chosen—."
Akamir stopped the message there as he leaned back on his chair.
'They are already aware about it, huh?'
He thought, rubbing his temples in annoyance.
'Zaina isn't ready for any of the political play the church will throw at her.'
Sighing, he continued the message.
"And second is that I have chosen the saint." Elon said with a prideful smile. "It's none other than my grandson."
Akamir paused the video once again as he looked at Elore. "Explain what the fuck is a saint now?"
"They are second in church hierarchy, my lord." Elore replied, looking at him. "He is one who always supports the apostle of goddess Morana."
"Support how?"
"By marrying them and helping them with their tasks." Elore replied quietly.
Akamir nodded silently as he fell deep in thought.
'I think I get why Elon wants to have his grandson as the saint.'
From what Akamir could gather, a saint is a pretty big thing.
It almost gives them unimaginable power in whatever place the church has their influence.
Akamir tapped the side of the chair. 'So, the Pope's planning to push his own blood to the top of the food chain.'
But he couldn't understand one thing.
'She is already engaged, isn't she?'
Akamir continued the message once again.
"I know there will be a lot of opposition to this idea so we will make it look like my grandson 'earned' her."
Elon continued with the same bright smile on his face.
"We will hold a competition for the position of Saint but we will make sure only my grandson wins."
Akamir chuckled softly. "Of course they are going to do it."
"Anyway." Elon's face turned serious as he looked forward. "It's time for you to return, Elore, you will be promoted to bishop and will work directly under me."
The message ended with that.
"He sent me an official invitation along with it." Elore spoke softly. "He wants me to be one of the twelve bishop under him."
Akamir just smiled, rubbing his eyebrows with his thumb.
"He didn't even mention about Zaina having a fiancé."
"He doesn't care." Nayomi replied as she floated close by. "With the rumours surrounding you I don't blame him."
Elore spoke once again. "Your orders, my master."
Akamir glanced at him. "Have you arranged the new batch of prisoners I asked?"
Elore nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, my lord!"
"Good." Akamir stood up. "Get them ready, I will be there in an hour or two."
"As you wish."
Elore said, standing up as he walked out of the office room.
Akamir remained there for a while before he jumped out of the window.
He looked around the place, finding the night engulfing the entire town.
"I should just rest here tonight." Akamir thought aloud rubbing his neck.
After the news he got about the saint, Akamir informed Zia and quickly arrived here.
Though he could go back, Akamir had other plans.
"Are you going to send Elore to the main church?" Nayomi asked as Akamir began to walk towards the forest.
"It depends." Akamir replied. "If there is even a small possibility of him getting caught, then no."
"You don't have to worry about that." Nayomi replied simply. "The seven sins are perfect mimickers and priest of Doubt is immune to holy energy as well."
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he nodded silently.
'I should talk with Elore and see if I can make a mimicker the next priest of this place.'
That way, Akamir would still have his control and can work without problems.
As soon as Akamir reached an empty spot close to the forest, he began to unbutton his shirt.
Nayomi curiously looked at him. "What are you doing?"
Akamir shook his head. "Nothing special."
He took off his shirt and placed it down as he flexed his muscles.
Nayomi gave him a look as she floated closer to him.
She slowly touched his chest muscle, the curiosity clear in her eyes.
Akamir frowned. "What?"
Nayomi didn't reply for a while and kept on inspecting his muscles.
"You don't look as feminine as before." She replied softly. "In fact, you look handsome."
Akamir blinked at her, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment.
"That's... the first time you've said something like that," he muttered, unsure whether to be flattered or wary.
Nayomi floated back, looking away. "Don't be flattered, you still look like some rich noble's boy toy."
Akamir's lips twitched but he controlled himself from arguing with her.
"By the way, did the Saint thing never happen in the novel?"
He said, sitting on the ground, crossing his legs.
"How come you never mention about it?"
"It did happen." She replied quietly. "But before the Saint was chosen, you raped Zaina."
Akamir gave her a dead glare. "It wasn't me."
"Yeah, Asher was the one." She replied. "You get the point."
Akamir glared at her for a long time and Nayomi refused to apologise.
Akamir finally closed his eyes. "And the church did nothing?"
"They blamed Zaina for losing her purity so easily." She replied. "On the surface they were with her but in reality they hated Zaina."
Akamir just nodded as he focused on his hands.
A shimmer of silver hue burst around it, illuminating the place.
Nayomi floated closer. "Is that chi?"
"Yes." Akamir replied, clenching his fist. "I think my body is ready to properly use it."
Her curiosity became even more clear. "What will you do next then?"
Akamir closed his eyes once again. "Create Chi veins."
Nayomi's eyes widened faintly. "You're really going to try creating them now?"
"The longer I wait, the more behind I'll fall." He replied softly. "And I think things will only get worse here on so it's better to be ready."
Akamir felt Nayomi's gaze on his face before she slowly began to move away.
With her gone, he could now fully focus on it.
'The first stage of using chi is by strengthening the muscles with it.'
He thought, taking in deep breaths, letting the cool air fill his lungs.
'And the second is to fill the chi in my veins.'
Akamir sat in perfect stillness, letting the tension slip from his limbs.
'I have done this once, a second time shouldn't be different.'
A silver glow rippled from his chest down his arms, flickering with raw, unstable energy.
His breathing slowed, each inhale longer and deeper than the last as he visualized the map of his internal body.
Slowly the flow and the structure began to complete from in his mind.
'Start with the central point. From the heart. Let it flow like water.'
He gritted his teeth as the silver chi began to pulse, gathering in his chest and forcing itself through his bloodstream.
Pain laced his every nerve—searing, stinging, as though his veins were being split and rewired.
He didn't let out a single scream and his muscles twitched all over his body.
The chi forced its way down his arms, across his collarbone, and toward his legs.
Sweat beaded across his brow, then dripped freely.
As time stretched, Akamir finally felt it.
A tiny vein, thin as a thread, forming close to his chest.
The silver glow surged, spreading deeper through his torso and reaching down toward his hips, legs, and finally his toes.
Finally, a single thin thread-like vein connected his main body parts.
Akamir slowly opened his eyes only to find Nayomi inches away from his face.
"...What?"
Nayomi smiled. "Let me teach you something."
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Chapter 77: Chi Veins [2]
Akamir slowly opened his eyes only to find Nayomi inches away from his face.
"...What?"
Nayomi smiled. "Let me teach you something."
Akamir looked at her as she blinked innocently.
He sighed and moved his face back. "And what is that?"
Nayomi moved back and extended her hand forward. "Take out a sword or any other weapon."
Akamir stood up as he stretched his body, a grunt escaped his lips.
He took out a sword and passed it to her. "Now what?"
Nayomi raised her hand and broke a twig from a nearby tree.
She then extended her hand to her side and exhaled.
A faint bluish hue submerged the twig completely.
She looked at Akamir. "Try cutting it down."
Akamir's brow furrowed but he didn't question her.
'Let's just try it.'
He stepped forward and lifted his blade, aligning it with the twig.
He swung.
Clang!
The sword bounced off the twig with a sharp recoil, sending a jolt up Akamir's arm.
"The hell?"
Nayomi didn't flinch. "Try again."
He readjusted his stance and struck again.
Clang!
Again, the sword rebounded leaving no scratch behind.
Akamir lowered his sword hand and looked at her.
"This is what I call a skin barrier," Nayomi explained, smiling proudly. "I was the one who invented it and I'm pretty sure it's one of the best defenses till date."
Akamir nodded silently as she raised the twig upwards.
"Now, there are many ways to use it," she continued , showing him. "The easiest is the full cover, hexagonal for heavy attacks, and chainmail for sharp pointed objects."
She floated closer to him as she asked, "Try it once. Cover your hand with a layer of mana."
Akamir flexed his fingers, still feeling the sting from the last recoil.
He glanced at the twig in Nayomi's hand, then at his own palm.
"Cover it with mana... like a coating?" he asked, already channeling the flow toward his wrist.
Nayomi nodded. "Yes. Don't just wrap but shape it. Imagine it as a second skin, something that moves with you, not just on you."
He took a slow breath and focused.
A pale sheen of bluish mana began to flicker over his hand, unstable like flames at first but soon it settled, hugging his skin like liquid metal.
Nayomi blinked in surprise. "Wait, is it easy?"
Akamir nodded , examining the skin barrier. "Yeah, it is."
The blonde woman pouted slightly. "It took me a lot of effort to learn it."
Akamir didn't respond as he tried to change the shape of the barrier.
It began to flicker and only a second after it broke.
Akamir frowned. "I guess giving it a different shape is hard."
Nayomi nodded as she floated in front of him. "You need to learn how to keep it on all the time."
Akamir looked at her sky blue eyes. "Why is that?"
"People never play fair, Akamir," she replied, her voice void but still had deeper feelings. "They do anything and everything to win and a sneak attack is the best way for them."
Akamir stared at her before he nodded softly. "...I see."
Nayomi floated away. "Now, try covering your entire body with it."
"I don't have enough mana for that."
"Then cover vital parts of your body," she replied. "Make it your second instinct."
Akamir nodded as he grabbed his shirt. "I need a sparring partner for that."
Nayomi just shrugged , not replying to him.
Akamir took in a deep breath as he wore his shirt.
'I should be able to make more chi Veins in a few days.'
The chi Veins in his body work as a normal vein.
They distribute the chi from different places of the body at his needs.
But...
They also expand his body so more veins can form in it.
'Guess I will be growing a little more.'
Akamir was already almost six foot tall, he predicted he will grow a few more inches.
'Hmm?'
A message flashed at the corner of his eyes.
He focused on it and the message expanded.
[Skin barrier has been registered.]
Akamir rubbed his chin as he looked at his stats.
====
Name: Asher/ Akamir Leon Vyavan.
True name: [Locked]
Core: [Orange] [Tier 2]
Saturation: 8/10
---
Attributes:
Strength: 28
Agility: 27
Endurance: 29
Charm: 43
---
Memories:.....
Bound:....
Skills:....
Unique traits:....
====
'...Hmmm.'
Akamir stared at his stats with a deep look on his face.
Nayomi began to float closer to him with a curious look. "How strong are you?"
"I should reach yellow core soon enough," he replied softly. "Maybe a week."
Nayomi gave him a weird look. "Aren't you growing a little too fast?"
"....Yeah."
Akamir nodded in agreement as he looked at her.
"Was having a bond with Ella this much effective?"
"I don't know," she replied grumpily. "You are the first human to do such thing."
Akamir just gave her a nod as he walked towards the church.
"Well , on the bright side," she whispered softly. "You will be at the peak of green core or early blue core when you go to the dungeon."
Akamir nodded in response. "Good for you, I guess."
Nayomi floated beside him in silence for a moment, her sky-blue eyes flicking over Akamir's expression.
"You're not excited?" she asked, her voice light. "Most people would be jumping for joy knowing they're reaching Blue Core so fast."
Akamir glanced at her, his gaze distant. "I'm not like most people."
She didn't respond as Akamir reached the church.
It was late at night so he didn't even bother to hide his face as he walked towards the basement.
Akamir reached the heavy door where Elore was already present.
The mimicker bowed in front of him. "My lord."
Akamir looked at the door. "Open it."
Elore nodded as he opened the door and stepped aside.
Akamir walked in , finding eight of the prisoners sleeping on the floor.
Akamir frowned. "What did you do?"
"They were too loud, my lord," he replied with a bow. "So, I gave them poison."
Akamir nodded silently as he summoned his Crown.
An ominous crimson light shone in the place and a portal opened up beside him.
From the portal eight of the mimickers crawled out.
Akamir pointed at the prisoners. "Eat them."
Within seconds, the first mimicker pounced, its body stretching unnaturally as it enveloped one of the prisoners.
The others followed—eight monsters for eight lives.
Akamir walked out of the place and Elore followed.
"What happened to the slaves?" he asked, looking at Elore.
"They were safely sent to an orphanage , my lord," he replied softly.
Elore then hesitated before he knelt down, lowering his head.
"My lord," he whispered. "What should I do about Pope Elon's invitation?"
Akamir remained silent for a while before he drew in a deep breath.
"Accept it," he ordered , looking down at him. "Infiltrate the rankings and be my eyes in the church."
Elore bowed with unfiltered enthusiasm. "I will give up my life for it."
"No," Akamir quickly denied. "Don't you dare die on me."
Elore's head remained low, but Akamir saw the mimicker's shoulders stiffen with fear.
A long moment passed before Elore finally nodded.
"As you command, my lord," he whispered.
"Good."
'I would be fucked if he gets caught,' he thought. 'I can't risk it.'
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck.
"You should visit the palace, my lord," Elore suggested softly. "You would like the place."
Akamir tilted his head in confusion. 'Did something happen?'
Though confused , Akamir nodded silently. "Send those new ones to the palace as well, I will assign their role."
"Yes, my lord."
Akamir sighed as he began to move towards the palace.
----
'I still don't understand how this works.'
Akamir thought as he glanced at the huge tree where the glass bottles were hanging.
The means to reach the palace still haven't changed for him.
Akamir began to walk, only for his steps to slow down as he looked at the palace.
"....Wow."
That's all that came out of his mouth.
The place was nothing like he remembered when he last saw it.
The wild flora that covered the palace was all gone, replaced by beautiful flowers.
The roads and blocks that were all mutilated and destroyed were all replaced by new ones.
Everything was now covered with soft, glowing light that illuminated the place.
It was far more beautiful than the haunted house from before.
Akamir walked slowly, almost reverently, as his eyes swept across the newly restored palace grounds.
"...Did they really do all this in just a few days?" he muttered to himself, still stunned.
A figure quickly walked from the inside of the palace.
The judge of apathy knelt in front of him. "My lord."
There was a distinct happiness in her voice that made Akamir uncomfortable.
'They really live and die for me, huh?'
Akamir rubbed his temples. "Did you do this all?"
She looked up at him. "Yes, my lord."
"Why?"
"The mimickers have nothing else to do," she replied instantly. "So I made them work."
Akamir nodded softly as he ordered, "Stand up."
She did as told and began walking behind him.
'She is good,' Akamir thought. 'I guess she isn't the smartest of them all for nothing.'
Akamir had given her full control over the palace.
She was the one who keeps the other mimickers under control.
And it was safe to say he made the right decision.
"Wait, what do they even eat?" Akamir asked, glancing at her. "Humans, right?"
"No, my lord, we hunt humans for fun," she replied with a straight face. "Spirit World provides us with foods."
Akamir nodded silently as he walked inside, only to be greeted by a familiar sight.
A throne made of melted swords was placed on the end of the hall.
'Did they place it here?'
"Where are the rest of the sins?" Akamir asked, glancing at her.
"They await your order, my lord," she replied quietly.
"Tell them to be ready," he said. "They will be needed soon."
"Yes, my lord."
Akamir didn't respond as he slowly began to walk towards it.
As he moved, the mimickers began to crawl out of different places in the main hall.
One by one, they began to kneel down.
Every place where Akamir stepped was soon filled by mimickers.
When he reached the throne, the entire hall was filled with them.
Akamir slowly sat down on the throne, gazing at them.
Nayomi and the judge of Apathy stayed on his either side.
'Hmm.'
Akamir stared at the kneeling force of abnormal power with a thoughtful look.
The instinct that he had from being a king for almost a decade in his previous life began to resurface.
The instinct that was trying to suppressed.
'Where should I use such force?'
Akamir thought about the question for a long time.
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[Two days later.]
"As most of you know, the Krivos Kingdom was founded by an otherworlder."
A voice echoed within the classroom as an elderly professor paced around.
He had a long greyish beard that matched the wrinkles on his face.
"In those times, the world was in chaos. He was the one who became the beacon of hope for humanity....."
'Why did I even bother to continue to stay in the class?'
Akamir wondered as he leaned on the table, looking at the professor with a bored look.
He remembered how this class was supposed to be a mana theory one but was changed at the last moment.
Akamir rubbed his temples, glancing to his side.
Zaina sat beside him, her side face completely focused on the professor.
'She really is an ace student, isn't she?'
He mused, looking away from her.
'A really good student.'
For the first time since the academy started, it was the first time she approached him willingly.
She didn't say a word but just sat down beside him.
'It's safe to say she is more approachable now.'
Zaina remained completely still as she focused on the professor's words.
Akamir leaned closer to her. "Do you know what his name is?"
Zaina gave him a weird glance before she whispered back. "Professor Darvin."
Akamir nodded as he leaned back to look at him.
"During the time of the first awakening of his bloodline, a lot happened, like how beings not belonging to this world came to meet with him."
Unaware of Akamir's gaze, Professor Darvin continued to give his lecture.
"Some say they were gods, some called them evil beings, and some say they were parasitic aliens....."
Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully as the professor took a break, looking at everyone.
"...But the founder, Akira Fujii, said and I quote, 'I was blessed by an angel and was requested to never let my bloodline decline.'"
'....Angels, huh?'
The word immediately took Akamir's interest.
Even though he has been in this world for a notable amount, it's the first time he has heard about angels.
'Well, if there are gods, then angels aren't far-fetched.'
Professor Darvin began writing something on the board—three large symbols, etched in chalk.
"These symbols," he said, tapping the board, "were found in the ruins believed to be Akira Fujii's final resting place. One represents light, the second eternity, and the third..."
He paused, tapping the last one with a slight frown. "Unknown. Scholars believe it refers to a forgotten entity or force."
Akamir blinked slowly, processing the words.
'Light. Eternity. Unknown...hmmm.'
He glanced at Zaina again.
Her brows were furrowed slightly, and she was taking notes quickly, her pen gliding across the page with ease.
He leaned in again. "You ever heard of these angels before?"
Zaina didn't look up. "Not in any of the official books. But I've heard rumors."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "Rumors?"
Zaina nodded subtly. "People talk about certain bloodlines having unnatural talents. Or visions. Some say they're still being guided."
Akamir looked back toward the board, his expression unreadable.
'Guided by angels? Or controlled to do their bidding?'
As pessimistic as it sounds, Akamir was quite sure that's the case.
'A higher being guiding someone other than their own benefits? Yeah, not happening.'
Darvin clapped his hands.
"Now, I don't expect you all to believe in fairy tales. But history is built on what we choose to remember... and what we choose to ignore."
"And what we choose to ignore?"
One of the students asked curiously.
Professor Darvin looked at him with a small smile.
"That Sir Akira was a pervert with over twenty wives."
He said, making the class gasp in surprise.
"Because of how many children he had, there was a civil war for the throne after years of his death and it only stopped when most of his bloodline were dead."
Akamir looked to his side, which for everyone was an empty seat, but not for him.
He leaned closer to Nayomi, who was sitting with a bored expression.
"Was Akira really a pervert?" he whispered softly. "Or was it something else?"
"He was really a pervert." she groaned. "Mostly Japanese are perverts, no matter how polite they are."
"I don't quite get that."
"Of course you won't." she mumbled in annoyance. "You aren't from Earth."
Akamir just shrugged, not getting that as well.
'Must be a cultural thing, I guess.'
He curiously looked at her. "What about the part with Angels?"
Nayomi hesitated for a while, as if unsure about it.
"That might be true." she whispered softly. "He had a skill to understand any language and communicate with anything and anyone as long as they have consciousness."
Akamir leaned back. 'That's actually a really great ability.'
He would love to have such an ability, as it would make a lot of things easier for him.
'Runes are also a language, so maybe I can learn them easily.'
Akamir shoved those thoughts aside as he glanced to his other side.
Zaina was looking at him with a weird expression.
She leaned closer. "Do you often talk to yourself?"
Akamir's lips twitched. "....No."
"You are so weird."
Annoyance crept under his skin as he gave her a look.
"Aren't you the one who has voices in her head?"
Zaina blushed, her amber eyes dropping with shame. "...Shut up. That's different."
A bell rang, signaling the end of the class.
"For your assignment," the professor's voice echoed,
"I want you all to pick a figure from the founding era and write a theory. Anything—so long as it's backed up by some kind of evidence."
Groans echoed across the room.
As students gathered their things and filtered out, Akamir stood slowly, stretching his body.
Zaina closed her notebook, hesitating before glancing up at him. "Are you actually going to write the assignment?"
"Nope."
She tilted her head. "You seemed interested in the angel part."
"...A little," Akamir admitted. "But that doesn't mean I will study."
Zaina sighed before mumbling. "Will my fiancé be illiterate?"
"I can hear that."
Zaina didn't bother replying as she packed her stuff and began to walk out.
Akamir shrugged and walked behind her.
Viros and Luca met him on the way down as they shifted their eyes from him to Zaina.
They smiled creepily and gave him a thumbs up.
Akamir flipped his fingers at them.
'Fucking weirdos.'
He ignored them as he walked out of the class, only to stop at someone's presence.
He tilted his head, her long coat swayed as she marched forward. "Milo?"
The tanned skin woman looked into his eyes. "Professor called for you."
Akamir frowned. "Why?"
"You better come and see yourself." she replied, turning around. "It's important."
Akamir still remained confused, but he followed behind her nonetheless.
'Did something happen?'
He wondered, feeling a discomfort bubbling inside.
'Huff. Let's not overthink it.'
Akamir matched his steps as he looked at her. "By the way, I never asked, but what's your relationship with the professor?"
Milo looked at him. "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
"When I was five, I lost my parents." she finally whispered. "...He took me in when he found me dying on the streets."
Akamir blinked, a bit surprised. Milo rarely said anything about herself.
"He raised me like his own," she added softly, her eyes distant. "Taught me how to survive. How to fight and how to be like him."
Akamir didn't know what to say. He never imagined the grumpy old professor being... fatherly.
"You care about him a lot, huh?" he asked quietly.
She gave a small nod. "He's the only reason I'm still alive."
Akamir nodded silently as he looked away.
"...He got a letter a few days ago." Milo mumbled, taking his attention. "I don't know what was in it, but he has been restless after reading it."
Akamir tilted his head. "...Restless?"
"He hasn't eaten anything for almost a week." she replied, looking at him. "All he is doing is working on the Ven Core."
Akamir let out a sigh. "He is obsessed with that thing."
Milo stopped walking as she fully turned towards him.
He frowned. "What?"
She didn't reply; instead, she bowed her head deeply.
"Please help him achieve what he wants." she pleaded. "It's his lifelong wish to complete what his master couldn't."
Akamir looked down at her for a while without any words.
He finally sighed and resumed his walk. "I won't make any promises."
Milo just nodded as she walked behind him. "I know."
They walked in silence as they reached his office room.
But—.
Akamir stopped in place, looking at the Ven Core suspended in the air....
....Along with an oval shaped structure.
'A Dyson sphere?'
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Chapter 79: Portal [2]
[Velyrian's office]
"Hmmm."
Akamir thoughtfully rubbed his chin as he looked at the Ven core in front of him.
'This thing is really fascinating.'
He thought as he raised his hand and moved towards the left.
The core that was levitating in front of him pulsed in response and followed his move.
"What do you think?"
Velyrian's voice that was filled with eager echoed from his side.
"Shall we try to and see if the outer structure will hold?"
"....Hmm."
Akamir hummed once again.
His blood-red eyes flickered to the structure that covered the outer part.
The Ven core was now covered with a Dyson sphere.
An oval orb-like structure that floated around it.
Silver and black rings slowly rotating with the same length, layered like an artificial solar system.
Akamir looked back at Velyrian. "Aren't you going a little too fast with it?"
The blonde elf just scoffed. "Focus on the main thing."
Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the floating sphere.
"...Honestly, I have no idea." Akamir mumbled, turning around. "Let me check the diagram once again."
Velyrian grunted in annoyance. "You are smart enough to tell with a glance."
"You are asking me if the the Dyson sphere can help with opening a portal to Clandestine."
Akamir rebuked as he cleared the unwanted things on the board and then attached the diagram on it.
"I don't want to fuck things up by being overconfident on my intellect."
Velyrian grumbled something uncorrected but Akamir didn't bother with it.
Milo walked inside the office as she brought them some coffee.
"Here."
"Thanks."
Akamir replied taking the coffee as he looked at the diagram once again.
It had the complete structure of the Dyson sphere and their functions.
"Say, Velyrian." Akamir mumbled rubbing his chin.
"You plan to use the Dyson sphere to extract the extra energy and leave only enough to form a small portal."
Velyrian's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth twitching with excitement.
"Exactly! If we try to open a full-scale gate to Clandestine, it'll collapse or worse—draw attention from the wrong kind of entities. "
"But if we leave just enough energy in the Ven core, then siphon the rest into the Dyson array..."
He dragged his wheelchair over and tapped a spot on the diagram where a series of tiny channels were marked.
"...this sequence will redirect the flow into stabilizers. We'll get a small, controlled rift. Something the core can handle. Something safe."
"Safe is subjective," Akamir muttered, taking a sip of the coffee. "And I highly doubt it will work."
Velyrian scoffed. "Don't be a coward."
"I am being smart." Akamir mumbled placing the coffee down. "And what's your countermeasure if things go wrong?"
Velyrian's smirk faltered slightly. "There's a safety rune etched into the base of the control ring. If the flow destabilizes past the 12% threshold, it'll activate automatically."
Akamir stared at him. "You're telling me your grand countermeasure is to pull the plug and pray the thing listens?"
Velyrian leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "You make it sound dumb when you say it like that."
"Because it is dumb."
Milo coughed politely. "If it makes you feel better, I also think it's dumb."
"Thank you, Milo," Akamir muttered without looking up from the diagram.
Velyrian glared at his assistant but didn't say anything to her.
He looked back at Akamir. "Tell me will it work?"
Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "On paper yes but I can see thousands of ways it can go wrong."
Velyrian quickly shifted his wheelchair towards the core. "Then let's try and see what happens."
Akamir sighed as he turned towards him. "Why are you so eager to open it anyway?"
Velyrian stopped in his tracks.
"Didn't you say to wait at least ten years?"
Velyrian remained still without moving for a while.
Slowly he began to drag himself once again. "That's none of your business."
Akamir narrowed his eyes, watching the sudden stiffness in Velyrian's shoulders.
He glanced at Milo who had a concerned look on her face.
He sighed once again. "Fine. Keep your secrets to yourself."
Velyrian didn't respond as he moved towards the plugin switch on the side.
Akamir once again looked at the Dyson sphere.
'How are they even aware of such a thing?'
Back in Akamir's old world they did have a Dyson sphere around their sun.
But—.
'How can they even think of such a thing with their backward technology?'
He finally looked at Velyrian for answers. "And how did you come up with this idea?"
"It was my master's idea." Velyrian replied working on the plugs.
"One of the otherworlders proposed the concept of harnessing the sun's energy by this."
Akamir glanced at Nayomi without a word.
"We made a small prototype based on his idea but my master deemed it too dangerous."
Akamir chuckled. "Well, now I am sure he is smarter."
Velyrian glared at him, like he had touched a soft spot.
"If you want to help then stay otherwise get out." He barked. "I can do this alone."
"No." Akamir replied, walking closer to him. "I will stay."
He stood beside Velyrian as he plugged the last one.
Milo also walked closer before she made a rune in the air creating a translucent shield between them and the core.
Akamir folded his arms. "Alright, genius. Let's see your big plan in action."
Velyrian gave a short nod. "Initiating first sequence."
He flipped a switch beside the console.
Immediately, the Ven core pulsed—once, twice then began spinning faster.
The rings of the Dyson sphere responded, their rotation increasing in a hypnotic rhythm.
Lines of faint blue light ran along the edges, like veins waking from slumber.
Akamir narrowed his eyes, "Velyrian...."
"Stabilizers engaging," Velyrian muttered, fingers flying across the glowing glyph console.
The hum turned deeper, vibrating through the floor beneath them.
The air buzzed with static.
Then—
Crack.
A small spark jumped across one of the outer rings.
Akamir flinched, hand already raised. "Velyrian—!"
"I see it," he snapped. "Redirecting flow through channel!"
The space inside the Dyson sphere shimmered now, like the fabric of reality was stretching.
Tiny specks of violet and gold flickered in and out like stars being born inside a bubble.
Akamir stepped forward, his voice low. "That's a tear. You're really forcing it open."
"We're almost there."
A soft hiss echoed as the energy condensed in the center.
And then—
Fwoooom.
A thin, vertical slit appeared inside the core's heart. It pulsed gently. Like a closed eye slowly opening.
Milo gasped. "That's... a rift, isn't it?"
Velyrian exhaled shakily, his hands trembling. "Yeah. A micro-gate and it's stable... for now."
Akamir looked at the rift with a serious expression.
From the other side, nothing could be seen.
Just eternal darkness.
But something about it felt... aware.
"...Do you feel that?" Akamir asked quietly.
Velyrian didn't answer, too focused on keeping the stabilizers aligned.
Milo clutched her coat tighter. "It's like... something's watching us."
The rift flickered....just slightly and a chill swept through the room.
Akamir's instincts flared. "Shut it down."
"No. We're not done yet—!"
"I said shut it down!"
The rift twitched like a living thing.
Then, for a brief second they all felt as something blinked from the other side.
Akamir didn't wait he rushed towards the plug for the Dyson sphere.
"Akamir—!"
Nayomi's panicked voice echoed and—.
Fussshh!
A faint pulse escaped from the Ven core that echoed within the room.
The world slowed down and so did everything and everyone.
Akamir looked at his hand in horror as it began to stretch out.
Like a spaghetti everything was getting stretched with holes in them.
The rift at the center of the Dyson sphere had stopped pulsing.... it was breathing now.
His hand stretched out like string, then snapped back into shape, only to stretch again—over and over, like a broken rubber band trying to hold form.
He felt like he was being pulled apart and glued back together by something that didn't understand what a body was supposed to look like.
Milo froze mid-step, her coat fluttering around her like she was stuck in a painting. Even her hair seemed to twist in slow motion, floating upwards as though caught underwater.
"Velyrian!"
Akamir tried to yell, but his voice shattered.
There was no sound.
Just a painful ringing, like glass being ground against bone.
Then—
Something came out of the rift.
A shape began to form. Something long and thin.
A hand? No. A limb.
Akamir looked at the plugs and then at the frozen Velyrian.
'Fuck!'
He extended his hand and used telekinesis.
The mana obeyed and finally he reached the plugs.
Akamir pulled them out through telekinesis with all his might.
A scream not that of a human echoed from the rift.
Boom!
The entire lab shook.
The rift recoiled.
The limb vanished—ripped backward into the void with a snapping noise.
The rift flickered and then collapsed in on itself with a final fwump.
Everything went still, the hum stopped and the lights dimmed.
There was a stunned silence within the room for a long time.
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Chapter 80: Portal [3]
The silence in the room was dense, like a held breath that no one dared to release.
Akamir was the first to move.
"Urgh."
He staggered to his feet, steadying himself on the edge of the desk.
His breath came in short, clipped gasps as he calmed himself down.
His eyes flicked over the now-dormant core and the faint scorch marks lining the walls.
Milo was still on her knees, coughing as she tried to shake off the disorientation.
Velyrian, on the other hand, was grinning actually grinning as he stared at the still-spinning rings of the Dyson sphere.
"It worked," Velyrian whispered, his eyes wild with awe. "The core stabilized... the rift opened... it worked."
Akamir turned, a gaze that could make any man tremble. "You think that was a success?"
Velyrian didn't look at him.
He was still fixated on the sphere like a man hypnotized.
"The energy lines responded. The stabilizers held—just barely, but they held. That means the theory is sound. That means—"
"That means you nearly got us all killed," Akamir snapped.
The sharpness in his voice made Milo flinch.
Velyrian finally turned his head, expression shifting from awe to something more defensive.
"We always knew there were risks," he said with a shrug. "You can't expect a breakthrough without—"
"Don't give me that arrogant bullshit," Akamir growled.
"That thing was trying to get through. That wasn't a rift—that was an invitation."
"It was a controlled breach, and I was managing the flow!"
Akamir took a step forward, voice rising.
"You were barely holding it together! You had no failsafe beyond a plug and a prayer!"
"If I hadn't pulled the connection when I did, we wouldn't be standing here having this conversation."
Velyrian frowned, his earlier confidence giving way to irritation.
"You're acting like we didn't achieve something incredible. You saw it. The rift opened. That means we're close. This is history in the making, Asher."
Akamir stared at him in disbelief.
"You care more about 'making history' than your own damn life. Or hers." He gestured at Milo, who looked away. "Are you fucking insane?"
"I care about progress," Velyrian said coldly. "You think your caution makes you better? It makes you a coward. You're too scared to push the boundaries, even when they're right in front of you."
That did it.
Akamir exhaled slowly, the last of his patience leaving him. "You know what? I've had enough of this."
He turned away, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair. "You want to tear the world open just to see what's inside? Go ahead. Do it without me."
Velyrian said nothing.
Milo opened her mouth as if to speak, but stopped when she saw the look on Akamir's face.
He left the office without another word, the door clicking shut behind him with finality.
---
Outside, the hallway was quiet as Akamir leaned on the wall.
A weird fog still lingered in his mind that refused to move.
There was a lot that he saw and experienced in the span of a few minutes.
Nayomi floated in the air with her arms crossed.
She raised a brow as Akamir approached, but didn't speak until he stopped beside her.
"So," she said softly, "Is your curiosity satisfied now?"
Akamir didn't look at her right away. He rubbed his temple, eyes still a little dazed.
"He almost ripped a hole into another dimension. Something tried to come through. Something that is fucking my mind."
Nayomi gave him a slight nod. "I saw that and I have seen that before."
Akamir looked at her. "...What?"
"Nothing." She replied, looking away. "Good job stopping it."
"I barely stopped it." He paused. ".....Velyrian is proud of what he did."
"....."
"I get it," Akamir said, finally meeting her eyes.
"He's smart. Smarter than most people I've ever met. But he's reckless. Stubborn. And he doesn't care what it costs as long as he gets results."
"You're angry," she said simply.
He gave a short laugh.
"Yeah. I am. Because it could've gone bad." He rubbed his temples.
"And he'd still be there calling it a success even if we were turned inside out."
They stood in silence for a moment, the hum of the facility around them like a distant tide.
Nayomi finally spoke again. "So what now?"
Akamir sighed, pushing himself off the wall.
"Now? I take a break from that madness. I did break the Dyson sphere so he won't be able to use it for the time being."
Nayomi looked at him for a moment longer, then nodded. "Good. You're the only one who makes him pause. Maybe walking out will make him think."
Akamir shook his head, unsure if Velyrian was capable of thinking about anything beyond his next discovery.
He glanced back toward the office.
And then walked away.
'I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid.'
Akamir thought, rubbing the back of his neck.
'And I need to destroy the Ven core.'
Akamir had seen what that thing is capable of with his own eyes.
'...The world will be screwed if it gets into the wrong hands.'
Akamir hasn't lived enough of his new life to just throw it away like that.
'Anyway, I should destroy it as soon as possible.'
He let out a sigh as he walked out of the teacher's building.
But something caught his attention.
There was no response from the things that happened just before.
He couldn't see any type of chaos even though there was a legit explosion.
People walked around busy with their lives.
'Weird...wait, did it only happen to us?'
Akamir began to doubt the legitimacy of what he saw.
'Hmm?'
His steps slowed down as he noticed someone.
Inara blinked quietly before she walked towards him.
"Why are you here?" She asked, looking at him. "Don't you have a class?"
"It's nothing special." He replied. "I bunk all the time."
She didn't say anything about it after that, instead she walked closer.
Her hands began to fix the coat he wore hastily.
Akamir looked around and found a few eyes on them.
He looked back at the girl. 'What a show off.'
Inara nodded and kissed his cheek. "Better."
Akamir just looked at her as she walked past him.
"Oh."
As if she remembered, Inara turned around.
"We are going on a date tomorrow, be ready."
She walked away leaving him alone.
Akamir could hear people buzzing around him.
Akamir rubbed his temples.
'....This girl.'
Akamir began to wonder if she actually liked him.
And the chances seem too high to ignore.
---
In an overly decorative room with luxurious oversized bed a boy sat quietly.
His vacant gaze remained fixed on his broken hand that was plastered...
'How did this happen!?'
Arthur thought, barely suppressing his anger.
His fingers twitched.
Pain shot through his arm, sharp and cold like a blade dragging along bone.
"Urgh."
He winced.
The white cast wrapped tightly around his hand, sealing in the damage like a cruel joke.
His breathing was shallow, but the fury behind his eyes was anything but hatred.
'That bastard...'
His memories were blurry.
The battle hadn't lasted long.
Just a few minutes.
But it was enough to leave him humiliated, defeated, and broken.
'How did he counter me so easily? How did I not see it coming?'
He clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing at the cast like he could crush it through sheer hatred alone.
Knock! Knock!
There was a knock on the door, taking his attention.
"Young maste—?"
The voice abruptly stopped and the door swung open.
Arthur was ready to shout but his words were caught in his throat as he looked at the boy standing behind his maid.
Prince Lucien smiled softly. "How have you been, Arthur?"
"P-prince, ugh."
He tried to get off the bed but his body screamed in pain.
Lucien walked inside while gesturing the maid to go away.
"I came to check on you." Lucien said, looking back at him. "Asher really did screw you, huh?"
Arthur bowed his head in shame but his mind was thinking something else.
'Why is this bastard here?'
Arthur hadn't forgotten how Lucien tried to propose to Zaina in front of everyone.
But—.
Unlike Akamir, he can't do anything about him.
Arthur only challenged Asher because he was sure he could handle the situation.
But a prince?
No, Arthur could never go against him.
"I know you have a lot of doubts." Lucien said, picking up a chair.
"But rest assured, I only proposed to Zaina to screw with Asher."
Arthur looked at him with surprise all over his face. "W-what?"
"You heard me." He replied, sitting on the chair. "But when I saw you fight for her, it was clear you love her more than anyone."
Arthur didn't know how to react, all he could do was stare blankly at him.
Lucien leaned forward, staring back at him.
"So, I decided to help you out."
There was one thing that Lucien was confident in and that was to manipulate anyone to do his work.
"All you need to do is tell me everything about yourself and Zaina."
And now his new target was Arthur.
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