บท 267: Chapter 25 - Part 3 - A Devil in a Tournament
Third Person Point of View
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Azathoth perched atop a hill, surveying the vast expanse before her. The Resistance's planet served as her vantage point, a silent witness to the allied worlds circling in their orbits. She had lingered here since Aaron's team had ventured to Fengyun Fudi, her thoughts an impenetrable labyrinth known only to herself.
The air shimmered, and a figure materialized behind her, birthed from glitches and pixels that danced into life. The figure approached, halting beside the former ruler of the omniverse. Silence enveloped them, heavy and profound, as if the universe itself held its breath.
"After this year, or the year in the Draconic Deus, do you think he'll go through with it?" The voice broke the stillness, belonging to Cúntóir.
Azathoth shifted her gaze to Cúntóir, her expression unreadable. She then returned her attention to the celestial bodies, her silence stretching across the night sky.
"No one can answer that question apart from Aaron himself," Azathoth finally said, her voice low but resolute. "His experiences shape him, shifting his answers with the passage of time. In the beginning, he would have sacrificed anything for nearly anyone. Now, he places himself, those dear to him, and the Draconic Deus above all else."
Azathoth continued, her voice carrying the weight of distant storms, "What Aaron faces in this universe, along with his allies, will shape them in ways they cannot yet comprehend. These trials will ready them for the long journey ahead. Once these ordeals conclude, they'll encounter even more challenges, but they possess the resilience to overcome all."
Silence enveloped them once more, a thick, tangible presence. It was Cúntóir who finally disrupted the quiet, her question emerging softly but with an edge of urgency. "Given Aaron's susceptibility to external influences, do you believe he will face so many morally ambiguous scenarios that his values might shift? We know that he…"
Azathoth cut her off, her gaze sharp and unwavering. "Aaron was always destined for two paths. No more, no less," she declared, her tone almost reproachful. "He could either accept and grow, or accept and fall."
She paused, the tension between them palpable. "With the direction we're heading, Aaron will not succumb to anything anymore. His principles and beliefs will endure, evolving only to foster his maturity, as will his companions'. There were countless moments where he could have veered onto a different course, but his determination kept him steady."
Cúntóir fell silent, her mind churning over Azathoth's words. After a moment, she spoke, her voice low and contemplative. "He is the beginning, the end, and everything that lies beyond. His actions will shape not only the omniverse but also countless other realities he will eventually bring into existence. His words, his thoughts—if he wills them, they become reality. You're saying this is the 'correct' path, right? So, what happens if he strays onto the 'wrong' path?"
Azathoth paused, her gaze distant as she recalled memories that spanned the vastness of time. "He seldom speaks of what transpired after he first wielded his powers. He prefers to downplay his actions, shrouding them in mystery. But do you know what he truly did?" Her question lingered in the air, puzzling Cúntóir.
Cúntóir shook her head, even more confused. Despite their closeness, Aaron had kept the full extent of his deeds hidden from her. When he had acted, she had been blocked, an impenetrable barrier preventing her from witnessing his true capabilities—a fact that had surprised her then and continued to do so now.
Azathoth's eyes softened slightly as she observed Cúntóir's bewilderment. "Even with your bond, there are things he chose to conceal. Not out of mistrust, but perhaps to protect you—or to shoulder the burden alone. His decisions, his actions—they reach beyond mere consequence. They define the very fabric of existence, the threads of reality twisting and bending to his will."
"He 'ended' countless immortals, several creator deities, a monster capable of devouring entire universes, and a dreaming god from another reality—not me, as you know. He vanquished many more formidable opponents: 'god killers' and chosen heroes. Some boasted immunity to death, eternal life, infinite regenerative immortality. Kill one, and another would appear, yet he annihilated them all for good.
"His power is so absolute that time travel cannot reverse it. Any being he destroys remains erased, even if you travel back to a time before their death. They cease to have ever existed except in memory.
"He isn't death itself. He is the ultimate conclusion of all things. Every universe, the multiverse, the omniverse—everywhere will eventually succumb to entropy. And that is him. The end of all things.
"A human with a unique skill that lets her see the lines of fate as one would read a book or watch a movie once looked at him. All she saw was the final page when he briefly appeared before her. Every story, every book, concludes at his feet.
"That said, while he possesses immense power, he isn't violent. He almost never uses his abilities unless provoked. Even if he were dropped into another universe, he likely wouldn't act. He only destroys those who threaten him or his loves ones.
"It's terrifying. I never anticipated this outcome after his evolution. I thought he would simply become like me, but more advanced. However, as you know as well as I do, every universe, even fictional ones, has a beginning and an end," Azathoth explained.
Azathoth sighed deeply, the weight of countless ages reflected in her exhale, and stood up. "To answer your question, it's quite simple. If he had chosen the wrong path, none of us would be here now, or perhaps we would find ourselves in a far worse situation. Imagine every dreadful outcome Aaron ever read in a manga and comic from his original universe, then multiply it by infinity. We both know he harbors unresolved anger, though it's less apparent now thanks to everyone around him."
She began to walk away, her voice carrying over her shoulder. "Everything as we know it would end because that Aaron would no longer care."
Once Azathoth disappeared from view, Cúntóir remained, standing in the profound silence that followed. Her mind raced, processing the gravity of Azathoth's words. She turned her gaze back to the planets orbiting this one and sighed. "He would end us all, huh? I can't quite envision it, but... you're probably right. It's a miracle he stayed on the right path."
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Aaron Toole's Soliloquy
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"Nin-nin…!" I whispered, skirting the edge of a shadowed alley. The cobblestones felt rough beneath my shoes, the city bathed in the fading twilight.
"Nin-nin!" Kuroka echoed, her voice a soft conspiratorial whisper. She slipped beside me with a mischievous grin, her eyes glinting with the thrill of our little game.
From behind us, Shirone sighed deeply, a sound of long-suffering patience mingled with amusement. She closed the distance with two brisk steps and rapped her knuckles lightly on our heads. "Enough. You're embarrassing us. Hidden in plain sight, remember?" Her voice carried a note of exasperation, her lips twitching despite her frustration.
I couldn't help but chuckle, shaking off the silliness with a rueful smile. But Kuroka? She plunged ahead, her playful spirit undeterred. Her laughter danced on the air as she twirled around a lamppost, casting a fleeting, delicate shadow against the ancient stones.
Our earlier use of transformation magic had changed us, blending us seamlessly into the crowd. We moved through the old faction's city, a place that straddled two worlds. The city, a marvel of ancient and modern design, divided into two grand towers. Each tower rose from the depths of the encompassing waters, their reflections rippling beneath the surface like twin sentinels.
The towering structure, glittering with a thousand lights, rose from the depths of the ocean's floor, spiraling upwards like some colossal, bioluminescent tree. Each level teemed with life, vibrant with lush greenery and the soft glow of flora that thrived in the dim light.
Fish swam lazily through the air, their silvery scales catching the light as they wove between the tiers. Bridges of glass and steel connected the various platforms, arching gracefully over the abyss below, where a river of light cascaded down the cliffs, illuminating the water in a soft, azure glow.
The topmost levels shimmered with a more intense glow. I imagined the view from up there, looking down over the cascading lights and the canopy of the ocean forest far below. People moved about, tiny specks in the grand scheme, busy with their own lives in this vertical city of wonder.
Each layer seemed to host its own ecosystem, a blend of nature and technology in perfect harmony. Gardens flourished next to sleek, metallic structures, and the air smelled of fresh earth and blooming flowers, mixed with a faint hint of ozone. The lower levels were shadowed, mysterious, with darker foliage and the occasional glint of something moving in the undergrowth.
"Okay nya—o-okay, but where do we start? Even though Jikalzu mentioned this place was 'ancient,' it looks quite modern, maybe on par with their new land," Kuroka said, her eyes darting around, taking in the bustling scene.
I nodded, considering her observation. "I saw some signs pointing to a historical museum over there. We can start there and explore for a while. It's wise to wait for Jikalzu's decision before taking any action. For now, think of this as a scouting mission," I replied, setting off in the direction where I believed the museum lay.
As we walked, the girls' eyes roved over our surroundings, fascinated by the blend of old and new architecture. At first glance, the city seemed ultramodern, sleek lines and gleaming surfaces reflecting the late afternoon sun. But as we went deeper, the marks of time became apparent. The stone facades of certain buildings bore the weathered scars of age, faint etchings of bygone eras etched into their surfaces.
We finally arrived at the museum, its form unlike any structure from our own universe. The building resembled a colossal fish, perhaps a narwhal, elongated and imposing. I conjured some local currency into my pocket and retrieved it. We approached the entrance, paid the fee, and stepped inside.
The interior was a labyrinth of exhibits. I chose a direction at random, steering us to the right. The first display we encountered was a small statue, an intricate blend of stone and metal, depicting a Honlugongian warrior. The figure balanced on one leg, spear poised and aimed directly at us. Below the statue, a placard read: Zhen Yuan Hu.
Kuroka leaned in, her eyes scanning the inscription. "The first leader of the Honlugongians," she recited. "The man who fought in the Ancient Era, bringing prosperity to the Honlugongian species. Zhen Yuan Hu (1st Generation), will be remembered fondly while his son, Zhen Yuan Hu (2nd Generation), lives on."
The statue was a powerful representation of the Honlugongian legacy, capturing both the strength and determination of its first leader. Zhen Yuan Hu stood frozen in mid-stride, every muscle taut, every detail meticulously crafted to convey a sense of perpetual vigilance and readiness. His spear, though inanimate, seemed to radiate an energy of its own, an extension of the warrior's will.
"So the current leader is the 2nd Generation Zhen Yuan Hu? Interesting. I wonder if they resemble this statue," I mused, my eyes lingering on the intricately carved figure. There was nothing overtly mystical about it, but the craftsmanship was undeniable, every detail meticulously rendered.
"The spear is beside it," Shirone noted, guiding our attention to a display case. We moved closer, the artifact catching the light. "Long Lin Yu Ji," she read, "Dragon Scale Fish Spear, used by the first leader to lead us to victory."
Kuroka turned to me, curiosity alight in her eyes. "Is it still in use? I doubt this is the real thing. Maybe they made a second version, possibly even a better one, and gave it to the current leader?"
I scrutinized the spear, letting my powers sweep over it. A subtle aura enveloped it, a layer of energy meant to deter theft. "This is the original," I confirmed. "There's a protective barrier around it. Your assumption is correct, Kuroka. They've likely crafted a new spear for the current leader."
Kuroka's eyes sparkled with pride at her insight, a small smile playing at her lips. "Knew it," she said, a hint of smug satisfaction in her voice.
We continued our tour, taking in the various artifacts and displays that chronicled the Honlugongians' storied past. Each piece seemed to pulse with historical significance, weaving together a narrative of their culture's evolution. The architecture itself, blending ancient stone with modern design, added to the sense of walking through a living history.
As we wandered deeper into the museum, we stumbled upon something that diverged from the earlier exhibits. It was not a relic or a statue but a simple plaque, inscribed with mysterious text. There was a gravity to it, an aura of importance, yet it was fundamentally different from the other displays.
Kuroka approached it, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of the inscription. "What is this? This doesn't fit with the rest of the exhibits. It's just a plaque with words," she remarked, tilting her head in confusion.
Nearby, a Honlugongian, dressed in the robes of a scholar, took notice and approached us. His eyes held a gleam of pride and reverence. "Those are cryptic words left by the wife of the first leader, Zhen Yuan Hu," he explained. His voice carried a weight that matched the solemnity of the plaque.
Shirone gazed at the plaque, her voice quiet as she read aloud, "With lofty ambitions and a heart full of love in your youth, you can forge through hardships and bravely charge forward. The journey of a hundred miles begins with ninety, and the road ahead is long and arduous. Therefore, just as the heavens move vigorously and the gentleman constantly strives for self-improvement, so too should the earth be vast and the gentleman possess great virtue to embrace all. Only through honesty and sincerity can you win trust and build genuine love."
Kuroka sighed, shaking her head. "Long, too long! Aren't quotes supposed to be short and to the point?"
The Honlugongian scholar chuckled, a warm, knowing sound. "That is true," he agreed, "but the original leader, Zhen Yuan Hu, was known for his love of elaborate advice and lengthy sayings. It was his way of imparting wisdom to his people."
Shirone's eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and respect. "It's more than a quote; it's a lesson," she remarked. "It encapsulates his philosophy, his view on life and leadership."
The scholar nodded. "Exactly. He believed in striving for self-improvement and maintaining great virtue. His words were meant to inspire perseverance and integrity, qualities he deemed essential for true leadership."
Kuroka rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "Still, a bit much for a casual bit of wisdom," she teased.
The Honlugongian smiled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "Perhaps, but that was his way. His words continue to resonate with us, guiding our actions and decisions even now."
"Wait, the wife said this? Why not the husband?" I asked, puzzled. It didn't make sense that they would quote the wife when those words came from the husband.
"She relayed it to us," the scholar explained. "At that time, Lord Zhen Yuan Hu was secluded in his chambers, engaged in activities none of us were privy to. Only his wife knew what he did during those times. One of the things that emerged was that long quote."
He looked at the text with a soft expression of nostalgia. "After their passings, the new leader—Zhen Yuan Hu of the second generation, our current leader—decided to attribute the quote to his mother. He believed his late father would have approved."
Shirone's eyes widened with understanding. "So, it was a way to honor both of them," she said. "His mother for conveying the wisdom and his father for originally speaking it."
The scholar nodded, still gazing at the plaque. "Exactly. It was a gesture of respect for both parents. The second-generation leader wanted to recognize his mother's role in sharing his father's teachings. It was a way to keep their legacy alive, intertwined."
Kuroka looked at the words with a new appreciation. "That makes sense. It's a tribute to both their contributions," she said thoughtfully.
The scholar's eyes twinkled with pride. "Yes, it reflects our deep reverence for our ancestors. Their wisdom continues to guide us, and attributing the quote to Lady Lian Hua acknowledges her pivotal role in our history."
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After spending a bit more time in the museum, we finally emerged back into the vibrant city. Our exploration continued, taking us through various levels that felt surprisingly familiar. The bustling corridors and open spaces reminded me of a large shopping mall back in the Draconic Deus, filled with shops and eateries.
Eventually, we found ourselves drawn to a cozy restaurant. We settled in and placed our orders, the day's adventures still fresh in our minds. As we waited for our food, I glanced around, taking in the lively ambiance. The sun was already setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the cityscape. I hadn't realized how much time had passed, but given our thorough exploration of this first "city," it made sense. We still hadn't ventured into the other, identical-looking part of the city, which might hold its own unique surprises.
"I didn't realize we spent so much time there," Kuroka said, reclining lazily in her chair. "But I guess when you're exploring a place like this, you lose track of time. We're going back to our hotel after this, right?"
"Yeah," I replied, recalling the message I had received earlier. "Aoife's team wants to talk to me about something they discovered."
Kuroka perked up at that, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? Did they say what it was about?"
I shook my head. "No details yet, just that it was important. We'll find out soon enough."
As we chatted, the restaurant began to fill up with the evening crowd, the low hum of conversation blending with the clinking of cutlery and the occasional burst of laughter. The city outside transitioned into night, the lights from buildings and street lamps creating a twinkling, ethereal landscape.
Our food arrived, and we dug in, enjoying the flavors and the chance to rest our feet. Despite the busy day, there was a sense of contentment among us, a feeling of satisfaction from uncovering a new part of this fascinating world. As we finished our meal, I felt a renewed sense of anticipation for what Aoife's team had discovered.
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Later that night, back in our hotel, we gathered to discuss what Aoife's team had uncovered. They spoke at length about their findings, having scoured the world for more information but hitting dead ends without consulting me or Cúntóir. Their expressions were a mix of frustration and curiosity, eager for answers but wary of the unknown.
Aoife fixed her gaze on me, her eyes sharp with inquiry. "What did you and Elanor mean by keeping an eye on Milt?"
I pondered my response, weighing the options carefully. In the end, I decided to provide them with more clues rather than the full picture. "I won't reveal everything, but I can offer you some hints. Milt and Xie Qiu are more connected than you realize," I said, watching their confusion deepen.
Aoife's eyes widened, and she leaned forward, her mind racing with possibilities. "Don't tell me, Milt is really her mother!? Maybe they put Aelin into Milt's body, but Virion had to wipe his memory of it?" she exclaimed, pointing at me with a mix of excitement and disbelief.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "No," I said, still amused by her wild theory. "It's an amusing idea, though."
The room fell into a thoughtful silence as everyone digested the new information. The connection between Milt and Xie Qiu was clearly a significant piece of the puzzle, but its exact nature remained elusive. I could see the wheels turning in their minds, each team member trying to fit the pieces together.
"I don't know, I'm drawing a blank. Just like Aoife, I keep thinking they're secret lovers," said Kuisha, shaking her head in frustration.
Anran Wu fell silent, her brow furrowed in deep thought. She had known them both longer, which should have given her more insight, but her expression revealed only confusion and inner conflict. Seeing her struggle, I decided to intervene. "Anran Wu, the tournament starts tomorrow. I suggest you focus on that for now and leave the investigation to us. We'll update you on our findings, unless the tournament ends and you can learn the truth alongside them."
Kuroka leaned back, her mind clearly still working through the possibilities. "Is Xie Qiu Milt and Virion's legitimate child then? Given how close they are, maybe she helped him in more ways than one?" she suggested, her voice tinged with curiosity.
The room fell silent again, everyone digesting Kuroka's words. It was a plausible theory, adding another layer of complexity to the already tangled web of relationships. Anran Wu's eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and contemplation, as if this new angle had opened up fresh avenues of thought.
"I suppose it's possible," Anran Wu finally said, her voice thoughtful. "But if that's the case, why the secrecy? Why hide something so significant?"
Shaking my head once more, I said firmly, "No. It's nothing like that." Clearing my throat, I added, "Kuisha and Aoife, adjust your investigations accordingly. I trust you to handle it. Anran Wu, you and Sairaorg, with Regulus, will focus on the tournament starting tomorrow. My team will proceed with our work, and Mitsuya's team will continue their part as well. Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, the plan set. With that, we turned in for the night, each of us retreating to our rooms with thoughts of the day's revelations still swirling in our minds.
Hours later, sleep eluded me. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Finally, I slipped out of bed, moving silently to avoid waking anyone. With a quiet breath, I teleported to the rooftop of the hotel. The cool night air greeted me as I looked out at the vast expanse of the starry sky. Millions of stars glittered above, a breathtaking tapestry of light and darkness.
I took a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the night wash over me. The city below was a sea of lights, but up here, it was just me and the endless sky. The problems of the day seemed distant, insignificant against the backdrop of the cosmos. But even in this moment of peace, the weight of our mission hung heavy in my mind.
"Something wrong?" I asked, not bothering to turn around. I sensed Bisusbyu's presence as he approached, his footsteps soft against the rooftop. He came to stand beside me, a silent shadow in the dim light.
After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice heavy with contemplation. "I don't know what's happening in this world, but…I belong here. I grew up here. Recently, memories have been coming back, especially when I started reading more about my past. Under Yanuyo's leadership, we never questioned much. But after joining [DxD] and arriving on the Resistance's planet, my horizons began to widen. Now…"
He trailed off, his gaze fixed on the scenic view before us. The city lights twinkled below, and the stars above seemed to mirror them, a reflection of the vast possibilities. He let out a tired sigh, the weight of his thoughts evident.
"I'm not sure if I belong to a specific family or clan here," he continued, his tone somber. "But I know I was born into this world. I think…regardless, I want to save it if possible. If not, then…I want to help them save themselves."
A couple of months ago, I wouldn't have believed he could say words like that, but now he was. People, even those from this universe, had the capacity to change, despite the tangled histories they carried. Bisusbyu's origins were steeped in darkness, made by Yanuyo after he forced himself on a woman. Perhaps Bisusbyu felt a connection to this world through his mother, who hailed from here.
Closing my eyes, I said, "I can sense that you're serious and genuine with your worry. Don't worry, we'll try to do that, and also…" I turned to look at him, meeting his eyes. "Your mother survived and is living in a small village in this world. Once we're done here, I can guide you to her."
"Survived." It was more accurate to say I had revived and healed her once I evolved, but telling him that might shatter his spirit. Bisusbyu stared at me, searching my face for any sign of deception. After a tense moment, he nodded, his expression a mix of disbelief and hope.
"Thank you and good night," he said softly before vanishing, leaving me alone under the starry sky.
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[Ladies! Gentlemen!] The announcer's voice cut through the air, a raw force that set the crowd alight. [Welcome to this year's Tournament of Strength in Fengyun Fudi!]
The stands erupted, a sea of faces and voices, united in a single, roaring wave. This year's turnout had swelled beyond expectation, drawing competitors from every corner of the galaxy. They had come, driven by the promise of glory and the rare chance to learn under the famed generals or even Lord Virion himself. The stakes were higher than ever, and the anticipation was palpable, a thrumming energy that crackled in the air.
[The turnout this year is beyond anything we've seen!] The announcer's words rode the crest of the crowd's excitement. [Warriors from every walk of life, from distant stars and obscure planets, have converged here for this unparalleled spectacle. And remember! The champion will earn the honor of training with our esteemed generals, or perhaps even with Lord Virion in the martial arts!]
Another wave of cheers cascaded through the arena, spilling out into the surrounding city where countless others watched the event unfold live. The Tournament of Strength was a magnet for thrill-seekers, and it never failed to deliver heart-stopping combat.
[This year, due to the unprecedented number of participants, we've arranged for the fights to take place across six different arenas!] The announcer's voice grew even more charged, if that was possible. [Each arena brims with warriors, and today's goal is clear—we will whittle down the competition, paving the way for the climactic battles of the main stage!]
"They're excited, nya~," Kuroka purred, wrapping her arms around me from behind, her warmth seeping into my back.
Shirone nodded, her eyes fixed on the bustling arena below, where the announcer's voice echoed, hyping up the imminent events. The crowd's energy was palpable, even from our vantage point atop the building.
"The Lion King and Anran Wu will be in separate arenas," Shirone said thoughtfully. "They'll probably face each other on the main stage, assuming they both advance that far." She turned her gaze to me, curiosity shining in her eyes. "You sensed a lot of powerful arrivals today, right?"
I nodded, my focus returning to the arena. "Yeah. For this one, I can sense about fifteen strong contenders among the participants. Not a huge number, honestly. But in the other five arenas, there are roughly a hundred and seventeen. Most of them are at God-class, a few just below High-tier, but the rest? They're relatively weak, at least by the standards I'm used to," I explained, my tone matter-of-fact.
That was when a notification blinked into existence, pulling my attention. I flicked my head, and a blue, game-like screen materialized before me. Jikalzu's name glowed at the top—the leader of the new faction for the Honlugongs.
"Have you made your decision?" I asked, my voice steady, eyes locking with his through the ethereal interface. His nod came promptly, resolute.
"Yes. We wish to resolve this swiftly," Jikalzu replied, his tone firm but measured. "Our plan is to target those affected by the Eraomire Insurall. If these things have compromised them, they need to be eliminated. We require your healing skills afterward, to ensure we can engage in a more civilized dialogue with the survivors."
I considered his words carefully. "And how do you propose we proceed? Infiltration of the old city? A full assault? Or do you have an alternative strategy in mind?"
"Return to the throne room," he instructed. "I will lay out my plan there. It doesn't involve harming ordinary Honlugongians. We will deal solely with those influenced by the Eraomire Insurall." His voice carried a note of assurance, one that hinted at a well-thought-out strategy.
Without hesitation, we agreed to reconvene at the throne room, ready to hear the details and act accordingly.
After dismissing the screen, Kuroka slipped off my back, her eyes searching mine with a hint of concern. "We'll miss the tournament, but you've got your Shadow Soldiers scattered across the planet, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Their main duty is to safeguard the innocent, leaving the heavy lifting to us. But we need to move now. We can count on Sairaorg, Regulus, and Anran Wu to make it to the finals at the very least."
Kuroka's eyes flashed with determination as we turned to teleport to Meixingtian.
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The place I teleported us to was just outside the door to the throne room, so we didn't need to move too much. I pushed the doors open and as soon as we got in there, there was a small table with various people around it, the ones we could see was both Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua at the head of it with various other people around it, four in total.
One of them stood tall, dark hair framing his face in wild waves. His purple eyes, sharp and piercing, held a glint of confidence. A smirk played on his lips.
The white coat he wore was detailed with black and blue accents, covered in patches and pockets. It flared slightly at the bottom, giving him a dramatic presence. Beneath, a dark, form-fitting suit emphasized his lean, athletic build.
On his arm rested a creature, part reptile, part machine. Its metallic scales shimmered blue and white, with sharp claws and a horned head adding to its menacing appearance.
Another male stood beside him. His dark hair, tousled and unkempt, framed a face that held an intense, almost feral gaze. Deep blue eyes peered out, sharp and unyielding, beneath long lashes.
A pair of delicate, almost ethereal horns curved gracefully from his head, matching the blue tones of his outfit. The white cloak he wore, patterned with diamond-shaped accents, draped loosely over his slender frame, revealing a snug, black bodysuit underneath. His boots, sleek and white, contrasted starkly against the dark fabric of his pants.
A long, reptilian tail curled around him, its scales a gradient of blue to white, ending in a pointed tip. The tail seemed almost alive, twitching with a life of its own. Thin, whip-like appendages extended from his head, moving gently as if sensing the air around him.
The one across them was wrapped in a flowing cloak of deep blue and stark white, the fabric shimmering with a subtle sheen that hinted at something more than mere cloth. His hair, cascading in waves of blue and silver, framed a face both delicate and sharp, with a pair of glasses perched neatly on his nose, reflecting an icy, analytical gaze. The gold adornments—a circlet, chains, and tassels—caught the light with every movement.
His gloved hands held a dagger, the blade gleaming. Intricate designs traced along the hilt, suggesting a blend of ancient tradition and magic. His robes, finely tailored, revealed a disciplined figure underneath, while the tentacles—black, slick, and marked with glowing blue—undulated around him, almost sentient, as though they were an extension of his will.
The last crouched low, red hair with wild waves around her sharp face. Her eyes, a vibrant gold, glinted with a mix of curiosity and mischief. She wore a white lab coat, cinched with black straps, the fabric marked with stains and patches that spoke of many experiments. A belt full of tools and odd devices hung at her waist, each item meticulously arranged for quick access.
Her left hand gripped a syringe filled with a neon blue substance, held with the ease of familiarity. Beside her, a potted plant with jaws that snapped and dripped vividly colored sap seemed almost alive, its presence more companion than specimen. Her long, serpentine tail, covered in dark, segmented scales, coiled behind her, a stark contrast to the pristine coat she wore.
"Welcome, Aaron. We've been expecting you," Jikalzu began, his voice steady and commanding. "These are my subordinates. The stern-looking one is Hailong, the one with tentacles is Shuimin Longwang, the one with the long tail is Bo Lin, and finally, our female scientist, Baishen Haixing."
I nodded as we approached, taking in the diverse group. "I'm Aaron. This is Kuroka, and the other is Shirone. Let's dispense with the formalities. What's your plan?"
Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua exchanged a brief glance before Keyiyuzhua gestured toward the table before us. A 3D hologram flickered to life, depicting a location unfamiliar to us. "Our strategy involves teleporting all those affected to this place. We'll engage them in combat, forcing the Eraomire Insurall out of their bodies. Once they're expelled, you will destroy them."
Shirone, always quick on the uptake, interjected, "Wouldn't it be more efficient if Aaron eliminated them after the teleportation? Attacking them from within?"
"Normally, that would be faster, but the problem with the Eraomire Insuralls is that they slowly kill their host, not just physically but also mentally and spiritually. If we kill them outright, there's a risk they'll drag the host down with them," explained Baishen Haixing, her voice measured and precise. "Expelling them through established methods will be safer."
She paused, then continued, "I've done my own research on them periodically, and from what I've gathered, they try to corrupt the memories of their hosts. There's still so much we don't know about these entities, just like the many other mysterious species in our universe."
Kuroka interjected, her tone curious and challenging, "But Aaron's an outer god, nya. Wouldn't that make Shirone's suggestion feasible?"
Baishen Haixing nodded thoughtfully. "True, but as I mentioned regarding the memories—we aim to engage and stimulate that part of them before expelling the entities. This approach might help the hosts regain their old selves, preserving who they once were. It's not just about removing the threat; it's about restoration."
Kuroka tilted her head slightly, a casual shrug following her words. "You're the scientist here, so you've got the expertise, nya~."
I shifted my gaze to Keyiyuzhua, curiosity piqued. "So, you want me to hang back until you finish the battle, then expel them from their hosts? If that's the plan, how should I handle the Eraomire Insuralls? Should I eliminate them or capture them?"
My eyes flicked to Baishen Haixing, expecting her scientific curiosity to dictate the response. She shook her head, dismissing the notion. "I've studied them intermittently, but I'm not keen on examining them further. Their behavior has some predictable patterns, but there's still much we don't understand. Plus, I lack the proper equipment for such an in-depth study. I'll have to pass for now," she explained.
Jikalzu nodded, his expression firm. "Alright, let's get this operation underway. We'll meet back here in five minutes. Use this time to get ready."
His subordinates murmured their assent and departed, their eyes flicking to our group with a mix of curiosity and caution. Once they were gone, I turned to the two leaders, my mind racing with the implications of our task. "Is this enough? Do you want Kuroka and Shirone to assist as well? It looks like the old faction's numbers might be much greater than yours."
Jikalzu's nod was slow and deliberate. "Yes, their help would be valuable. However, we need you to remain on standby and wait for the signal to expel them, if that's agreeable to you."
Their insistence on my passive role puzzled me, but I saw no point in arguing. I inclined my head in silent acknowledgment, resolving to follow their lead for now.
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When the allotted time elapsed, Jikalzu whisked us away to the designated location with a quick teleportation spell. Keyiyuzhua was conspicuously absent, though the rest of his subordinates were present, sparking a flicker of confusion among us. Nevertheless, we held our questions, trusting the plan would reveal itself in due course.
In mere seconds, the sky darkened, and a massive dark green circle materialized above us. From it, sixty-eight Honlugongians tumbled down, hitting the ground with a thud that reverberated through the air. A smaller circle formed beside the first, and Keyiyuzhua descended from it before both circles vanished as abruptly as they had appeared.
"Begin!" Jikalzu's command rang out, and his subordinates surged forward, charging at the bewildered Honlugongians of the old faction.
I placed a hand on Shirone and Kuroka's heads, my tone firm but encouraging. "Subdue them, don't kill. You two excel at this. Make sure to expel those entities from their bodies, understood?"
"Yes, nya~," Kuroka responded, her tone light and playful, before springing off the platform with feline grace.
"We can use our Kasha to drive them out," Shirone noted, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. "It's convenient, but it requires quite a bit of effort." She didn't let the frustration linger, quickly leaping after her sister, ready to face the opponents ahead.
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Third Person Point of View
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"You intend to spark a war, Jikalzu?" The old man's voice rang out, sharp and angry, as a crowd began to converge.
Jikalzu stood firm, his gaze steady on the approaching throng. "It ends today, Zhen Yuan Hu!" he declared, his voice a quiet thunder. With a swift motion, he summoned vast, swirling dragons of white clouds, which surged forward, aimed directly at the old faction's leader.
Zhen Yuan Hu's face hardened, his eyes narrowing. He drew his arm back and thrust his other arm forward, as if loosing an arrow. With a low growl, he conjured an emerald dragon of crystalline brilliance. It erupted from his form, shooting toward Jikalzu's creation.
The two dragons hurtled through the air, meeting with a cataclysmic collision that rocked the ground beneath them. The force of their impact sent tremors through the area, causing many to stumble.
Kuroka landed lightly on her feet, her expression one of bemusement. "Always with the dragons, huh?" she muttered with a wry grin. Her laughter was cut short as a pair of Honlugongians from the old faction confronted her, their intentions clear.
"Let's play, nya~" she teased, her voice light and taunting as the Honlugongians from the old faction charged at her. Shadows flickered around them, dark tendrils creeping out—evidence of the Eraomire Insurall's influence.
Kuroka sighed, flicking her hair back with a casual hand. "I wonder how this even happens. Oh well, I'll ask Aaron about it later, nya~" she murmured. She raised her hand, palm open, and unleashed a barrage of touki bullets toward her enemies.
The Honlugongians readied themselves, their powers surging. Darkness and water manipulation twisted into a variety of shields and weapons, trying to block or deflect her onslaught. Shields of liquid blackness and shimmering water rose, weapons forged from shadows and fluid light in their grasp.
Kuroka's smile widened, amusement in her eyes. She shook her head slightly as her touki bullets collided with the defenses. The impact was immediate—shields shattered, weapons crumbled, and the energy projectiles struck the Honlugongians with unerring precision. They dropped to the ground, unconscious, the control of Eraomire Insurall no match for her power.
"That was easy, nya~" Kuroka murmured to herself, sidestepping as an axe made of water came crashing down where she had been standing. She looked at the Honlugongian wielding the weapon, a playful frown curling her lips. "That's not nice," she added, delivering a swift kick to their stomach. The Honlugongian crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Kuroka turned, her eyes catching the flurry of movements as more Honlugongians launched various attacks at her. With graceful agility, she leaped and twisted through the onslaught, her movements fluid and precise. Her touki-infused fists and legs struck out, each punch and kick landing with practiced accuracy, sending her attackers sprawling.
Despite the ease with which she dispatched her foes, there was a hint of tension in her movements. She could feel the gaze of her younger sister, Shirone, watching her intently. The unspoken plea hung heavy in the air: "Please take this seriously, Nee-sama, lives are on the line." Even though Shirone hadn't voiced the words, Kuroka could almost hear them, a gentle reprimand echoing in her mind.
Zhen Yuan Hu and Jikalzu's attacks clashed incessantly, each collision sending shockwaves through the area. The force of their blows caused the ground to tremble and reverberate. The old, crumbling buildings surrounding them began to collapse, the earth itself splitting and cracking under the strain.
Jikalzu's subordinates, though loyal, couldn't help but worry. They had never seen their leader unleash his powers to such an extent, and it was becoming clear he was struggling against the more experienced Zhen Yuan Hu, a second-generation warrior with centuries of battles under his belt.
Aaron observed the chaos from his earlier vantage point, his expression unreadable, his silence unnerving. The clamor of battle continued to rise, and still, he remained unmoved, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him.
Baishen Haixing, a female scientist and one of Jikalzu's most trusted subordinates, appeared beside Aaron. Her face was etched with concern, her eyes reflecting the growing unease among their ranks. "I don't think Lord Jikalzu will be able to win this. Will you help him?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Aaron turned to her, his gaze steady. The clash of dragons and the crumbling of stone filled the air, but his focus was unwavering. He glanced back at the battlefield, where Jikalzu and Zhen Yuan Hu's titanic struggle continued to reshape the landscape.
Baishen's eyes pleaded with him. The trust and desperation in her voice were clear. "We've never seen him pushed this far. Zhen Yuan Hu's experience... it's overwhelming."
Aaron quietly sighed through his nose. "He'll win, don't worry. And if he doesn't win it alone…he has his wife," Aaron explained. Moments later, an enormous dark green tentacle surged toward Zhen Yuan Hu, forcing him to retreat and conjure several shields in defense.
"What!?" Zhen Yuan Hu exclaimed, his surprise evident as his shields buckled under the combined assault of Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua. Realizing the danger, he manipulated water to propel himself away, narrowly avoiding the devastating strike.
"It's two on one now, it'll be fine. Kuroka and Shirone are handling anyone else who might join him, so you need not worry. Also, your friends need your help," Aaron added, gesturing to some of Jikalzu's subordinates who were struggling against the Honlugongians.
Baishen glanced at the battlefield, her eyes lingering on Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua fighting side by side. She nodded, her resolve steeled, and left Aaron to rejoin the fray. Aaron remained at his vantage point, his eyes flicking between the leaders locked in combat and the fierce battle where Kuroka and Shirone were making their stand. He noticed Shirone engaged in a fierce duel with Zhen Yuan Hu's wife, their powers clashing in a dazzling display of strength and skill.
[I'd just go down there and fight, Partner. Watching from up here is boring,] Ddraig remarked, his voice tinged with frustration as he observed the chaotic battlefield.
{It's unnecessary. Kuroka and Shirone are more than capable of handling this, and Jikalzu's subordinates are competent,} Albion replied, his tone measured. {But… are you certain the husband-and-wife duo can defeat the old faction leader?} His skepticism hung in the air, a counterpoint to Aaron's earlier assurance.
"They'll pull through. And if they don't, a bit of intervention from me won't hurt their pride," Aaron responded, his voice calm and confident, ending the conversation.
As his words lingered, another explosion shook the ground, more powerful than the previous ones. Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua's clash with Zhen Yuan Hu had escalated. The resulting blast left a significant mark, obliterating a large portion of the battlefield and carving out a giant cylindrical hole in the earth.
The sheer force of the combined attack reverberated through the area, causing the remaining structures to tremble. Debris rained down, and dust filled the air, adding to the already chaotic scene. Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua stood together, their determination evident in their eyes, their power a formidable display against the ancient leader.
Zhen Yuan Hu stood in the chaos, his arms crossed in front of him, forming a protective barrier. Slowly, he lowered them, a grin spreading across his face. "You've improved over time, Jikalzu, but it isn't enough. Even in my old age, I've been training in secret all these years. Just because I look older doesn't mean I'm out of my prime yet," he declared.
The ground around Zhen Yuan Hu erupted, and pillars of water shot up, surrounding him and obscuring their view. Both Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua leapt back, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. They knew something was coming, but the nature of it remained elusive.
Then, another explosion rocked the area as the water pillars vanished. Zhen Yuan Hu's appearance had transformed.
The scaled, serpentine form writhed and twisted, engulfed in surging energies that catalyzed an incredible transformation. Sinuous coils reshaped into armored plates edged with wicked barbs as massive wings unfurled from its back. A regal, spiked crest emerged atop its elongated skull, crowned with curving horns. Intricate azure runes etched themselves across its armor plating, pulsing with an inner luminescence.
Where once a fish-like tail propelled it through the depths, now segmented legs ending in razor-sharp talons gripped the ethereal realm it had entered. In one clawed hand blazed a staff of pure energy, a focused conduit for the immense powers unlocked through its dramatic transformation into this draconic juggernaut.
Zhen Yuan Hu, in his newly transformed state, leveled his sword at the duo before him. "Come, younglings, allow me to show you the difference in our experience," he declared. He stood poised, waiting for Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua to make their move.
Neither of them did. Their cautious nature held them back, eyes wary and calculating.
"Hmph. So hesitant, then allow me!" he bellowed, his voice echoing with authority. In an instant, he vanished, reappearing behind them with a swift swing of his blade.
Jikalzu reacted with lightning speed, turning and conjuring a large white cloud to block the strike. But within moments, the shield shattered under the force of the attack, forcing both of them to leap away. To their horror, from the tip of Zhen Yuan Hu's blade, an enormous emerald fish-dragon emerged, surging towards them with a fierce, relentless energy.
Keyiyuzhua countered the attack, summoning her dark green shark. It surged forward, a mass of muscle and teeth. But as the two attacks collided, Zhen Yuan Hu's fish-dragon emerged unscathed and victories, its scales gleaming after it destroyed her attack. The old faction leader grinned at them, eyes sharp with triumph.
He didn't pause. In a flash, he was behind them. His sword struck, the flat of the blade slamming into their backs. The impact sent them hurtling towards his fish-dragon. The collision triggered an explosion, the force of it shaking the ground and tearing apart nearby buildings.
Smoke and debris filled the air. When it cleared, Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua stood within the wreckage. Their clothes hung in tatters, and blood seeped from cuts and bruises, but they were alive. They gasped for breath, eyes locked on Zhen Yuan Hu. He floated still, the fish-dragon coiled protectively around him, its eyes watching with a predatory gleam.
"That's it?" Zhen Yuan Hu's voice cut through the aftermath like a blade, disappointment dripping from every word. He stood there, an imposing figure of disdain. "I expected more from you. More strength, more cunning. Did you come here with nothing more than this? Or do you have a plan hidden away?"
Jikalzu struggled for breath, his chest heaving as he met Zhen Yuan Hu's gaze. Words failed him, the weight of their defeat pressing down like a leaden shroud. His eyes darted to Aaron, a silent plea for assistance. Aaron sighed, lifting his arm with a deliberate slowness that drew Zhen Yuan Hu's attention. The old faction leader's eyes narrowed, confusion mingling with recognition as he regarded Aaron.
Then, without warning, flames erupted from the bodies of Jikalzu and his allies. The Eternal Flames, fierce and unyielding, wrapped around them, their heat palpable. Their wounds knitted together, and their strength surged anew, revitalizing their weary forms. Aaron, standing apart, watched with a measured calm. Interference was not yet his role, but this—this was enough for now. With a curt nod, he signaled them to press on.
"Hmph. Just because—" Zhen Yuan Hu began, his tone dripping with condescension, but his words abruptly stopped. Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua reappeared on either side of him, their movements a blur, and unleashed point-blank attacks. The force of their assault generated a thick plume of smoke, obscuring everything in a dense shroud.
As the smoke dissipated, Zhen Yuan Hu emerged, seemingly unharmed. A triumphant sneer twisted his lips. "Hah! I told you, it's useless—!" he declared, his arrogance echoing across the battlefield. But then, to his astonishment, fine cracks began to spiderweb across his armor. His expression shifted from confidence to shock.
Before he could react, Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua struck in unison. Their fists connected with his face and chest, sending him hurtling to the ground with bone-jarring force. The impact left a deep crater in the earth, dust and debris rising in a chaotic swirl.
They didn't relent. A storm of white cloud dragons and dark green shark-shaped auras surged from their hands, raining down upon Zhen Yuan Hu. Each attack pummeled him deeper into the ground, the relentless barrage tearing into the earth. The sky lit up with a dazzling display of white and dark green energy, a violent dance of power and fury, until the battlefield was nothing but a smoking ruin.
Both of them landed on the ground, eyes locked on Zhen Yuan Hu. This time, they had inflicted more than superficial damage. His left arm was gone, severed cleanly, and the remnants of his armor clung to him in shattered pieces, riddled with cracks.
Zhen Yuan Hu's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes bloodshot and wild. He staggered forward, each step heavy and unsteady. "How…!? What…are those flames…!? Why did that thing help you…!?" His voice, filled with disbelief and desperation, trailed off as he collapsed, consciousness slipping away from him.
Keyiyuzhua moved swiftly, her hands steady as she administered a potent herb to his arm. The bleeding slowed, then stopped, the wound beginning to close. With careful precision, she retrieved his severed arm, placing it beside the fallen leader.
Jikalzu stood over Zhen Yuan Hu's prone form for a moment, his expression unreadable. He crouched down, placing a steady hand on the old faction leader's back. White energy enveloped his hand, glowing with a soft, eerie light before he pushed it into Zhen Yuan Hu's body. Jikalzu's lips moved in a silent chant, the words inaudible but charged with power.
Moments later, a horrific screech pierced the air as the Eraomire Insurall was wrenched from Zhen Yuan Hu's body. The creature's form twisted and writhed, its screeches growing louder, more frantic. It turned its malevolent gaze on Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua, preparing to strike.
But before it could act, a conflagration of white and orange flames engulfed it. The creature's screeches rose to a fever pitch, echoing across the battlefield, before it dissolved into nothingness. Aaron landed beside them, his expression calm as he swept the flames away with a casual flick of his wrist.
He crouched down, his hands moving with practiced ease as he healed Zhen Yuan Hu's body and mind. The old faction leader's breathing steadied, the tension easing from his frame as the wounds knit together and the mental strain lifted. Aaron straightened, his eyes meeting Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua's.
"The rest should fall more easily now that their leader is down. Good work," he said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. He paused, his thoughts momentarily introspective. 'I hadn't realized the Eternal Flames were this potent. And I haven't even combined them with my dragon tattoo's powers yet…'
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[And it's another win!! Warrior Sairaorg Bael and his living weapon Regulus are winning their matches with a single punch!!!] the announcer's voice boomed, barely audible over the roaring crowd.
Sairaorg stood in the center of the arena, arms crossed, his expression calm and composed. Beside him, Regulus glimmered with latent power. At the far end of the platform, their opponent hung limp, half-embedded in the wall where Sairaorg's punch had sent him. The match had lasted mere seconds. Sairaorg had taken one look at his opponent, gauged his strength, and decided to end it swiftly.
[It seems another challenger is stepping forward! Will Warrior Sairaorg accept? What will he do?] The announcer's excitement was palpable, electrifying the atmosphere.
"I will proceed," Sairaorg declared, his voice firm and unyielding. The crowd's response was immediate, a wave of cheers and shouts that echoed throughout the arena.
Immediately after Sairaorg's declaration, a figure emerged from the tunnel opposite him. Officials still struggled to extricate his previous opponent from the wall, their efforts hampered by the sheer force of the impact.
The new challenger was an imposing sight. Standing at nearly nine feet tall, the beast wielded a massive metallic club and bore a distinct resemblance to a delinquent gorilla, his movements exuding raw power. As he approached the platform, his footsteps grew deliberately heavier, each one causing the ground to tremble.
He halted just a short distance from Sairaorg, a smug grin spreading across his face as he rested the club on his shoulder.
[Warrior Ho Tai has entered the arena! He's already defeated fifteen participants with just a few swings of his mighty club! How will this clash with Warrior Sairaorg unfold?!] The announcer's voice crackled with excitement before he paused, building the anticipation. [Are both warriors ready?!]
Both Sairaorg and Ho Tai nodded, their eyes locked in a silent challenge.
[Begin!!!!!] the announcer shouted, and the crowd's roar reached a fever pitch.
Ho Tai charged at Sairaorg, his metallic club raised high, a grin splitting his face. Sairaorg remained motionless, arms crossed, eyes fixed on his opponent. As the club swung down with crushing force, Regulus intervened, his kick sending both Ho Tai and his club flying. Miraculously, Ho Tai managed to keep hold of his weapon as he landed heavily on the ground.
Laughter erupted from Ho Tai as he stared at Sairaorg and Regulus. "You make your living weapon fight for you? No wonder you win—relying on something else, not your own strength! Weak! Pathetic!" His voice dripped with scorn, his head shaking in mock disappointment.
Regulus frowned, ready to retort, but Sairaorg's hand on his shoulder stopped him. The silent command in Sairaorg's eyes was clear, and Regulus stepped back. Sairaorg began to walk toward Ho Tai, each step measured, the air around him taut with unspoken power. Ho Tai's confidence wavered, but he masked it with a sneer, underestimating Sairaorg.
"Feel my might!" Ho Tai shouted, his voice reverberating through the arena as he swung his club in a wide arc toward Sairaorg.
Sairaorg stopped, closing his eyes for a moment. An aura of touki enveloped his body, shimmering with raw energy. As Ho Tai's club connected with Sairaorg's touki, it halted abruptly, as if striking an unyielding barrier. The crowd gasped as the force of the swing dissipated, leaving Ho Tai's weapon motionless against the invisible shield.
Sairaorg opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto Ho Tai, who stood frozen, fear and shock etched across his face. "The ones who gather here have dedicated their lives to training. They come for one purpose: to win, to gain recognition, and to be trained by Virion," Sairaorg said, his voice calm but firm.
He drew back his arm, more touki swirling around it, amplifying its power. "People with your attitude mock that dedication. Return once you've been humbled," he declared, his tone unwavering.
Sairaorg's punch landed squarely on Ho Tai's face, the force of it launching the massive warrior out of the arena. The impact created a powerful backdraft, a whirlwind of energy that threatened to tear the arena apart. Dust and debris swirled in the chaotic winds, but as they settled, silence descended upon the crowd. All eyes were on Sairaorg, standing resolute in the aftermath of his victory.
[T-t-the winner is Warrior Sairaorg!!! He beat his opponent with just one punch! And launched them out of the arena! Holy moly! How much is this warrior holding back!? I can't wait to see more of him!] the announcer's voice broke the silence, filled with astonished excitement.
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers, their awe palpable as they celebrated Sairaorg's overwhelming power. He and Regulus began their departure from the arena, their turn concluded for now.
[Sairaorg-sama, was that fine to do?] Regulus asked, a hint of unease in his voice as they walked.
"It's fine. They know we're here, and Aaron told us not to worry about revealing ourselves. Everyone has their role and mission. We're sticking to ours, so you need not worry," Sairaorg reassured his Sacred Gear, his tone steady and confident.
Regulus nodded silently, his trust in Sairaorg unwavering. Together, they made their way back to the waiting room, ready to prepare for their next match.
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[And she's out!! Another win for Warrior Anran Wu! It's been a while since she visited the planet, but she's still got it! Anran Wu will advance—oh, hold on a minute, a warrior wishes to challenge her right here, right now! What will Miss Anran Wu do!?] the announcer's voice rang out, brimming with excitement.
Anran Wu looked up at the announcer and gave a curt nod. "I will accept. The quicker we get through these preliminaries, the quicker we reach the main stage of the tournament," she remarked, drawing enthusiastic cheers from the crowd.
From the tunnel opposite her, another figure emerged. She was a striking woman, standing at five foot ten, her light brown skin contrasting with the red scales that adorned her body. Her glowing red eyes captured everyone's attention, the crowd murmuring in awe at the sight.
[Oh my goodness, a Rezlurian!? We don't get many of them out here! This is quite rare, everyone! T-t-this is...Warrior Zharala!] the announcer exclaimed, his voice tinged with astonishment.
Anran Wu narrowed her eyes at Zharala. Rezlurians, known as the lizard-people from the Draconic Deus, were infamous for their society built on incestual bloodlines, fiercely guarding their genetic purity. Rarely did they leave their planet, and hybrids among them were even more uncommon.
Rumors abounded that these hybrids possessed greater power than purebloods, though the reasons remained unclear. Some speculated that the combination of Rezlurian DNA with that of another species created a potent mix, enhancing the strengths of both. Yet, these claims remained unconfirmed, with even Elanor offering no clarity on the matter.
"I am Zharala, hailing from the Rezlurian species. It's an honor to fight you," Zharala declared, bowing slightly before lifting her greatsword and pointing it at Anran Wu.
Anran Wu returned the bow, bringing her palm and fist together in a gesture of respect. "The honor is mine, Zharala. I'm ready when you are," she replied, shifting into her combat stance, her eyes locked on her opponent.
[It seems both warriors are ready! Then…begin!] the announcer boomed, and in an instant, both fighters dashed toward each other.
Zharala struck first, her fist flying straight at Anran Wu. Anran Wu deflected the blow with her left hand and countered with a punch of her own. But Zharala met it with a swift headbutt.
To Anran Wu's astonishment, Zharala's forehead blocked the punch effortlessly. The impact created a small shockwave, and both warriors leapt back from their initial clash. Anran Wu sighed, brushing the dust from her sleeves.
Seeing this, Zharala grinned. "Forgive me, I underestimated you. I won't make that mistake again. Allow me to go all out." With that, her entire form was suddenly engulfed in lava and flames.
[There it is!! Their most well-known trait!! Using their natural manipulation of flames and lava to create a near-impenetrable defense!!] the announcer's voice echoed with excitement, capturing the crowd's growing anticipation.
Anran Wu contemplated employing her Crane Ascent Method but chose against it, opting instead to witness this renowned technique firsthand before relying on her own powers. In a heartbeat, Zharala vanished, splitting into two identical forms, one on either side of Anran Wu. Yet Anran remained unfazed.
Her confidence stemmed from extensive training alongside Raerea and the other members of the Resistance on their home planet. Their rigorous regimen exposed her to a vast array of abilities from different universes, enhancing her understanding and readiness for any challenge.
Anran closed her eyes momentarily, centering herself. When she opened them, she unleashed her touki, interwoven with her distinctive blue and green energy. This formidable aura clashed against the twin Zharalas, effectively neutralizing their duel attack, and catching them off guard.
Seizing the moment, Anran executed a swift spinning kick. Her foot connected with the lava clone on her left, obliterating it instantly. The real Zharala barely managed to block the follow-up strike with her arms, realizing too late the extent of Anran Wu's prowess.
Zharala was knocked away, her body skidding across the rough surface of the platform. She barely managed to stop herself from being pushed off the edge. Glancing behind her, she saw the boundary that marked the end of the fighting area. She leapt forward, a bead of sweat forming on her brow.
'I can't play defense,' she reminded herself. 'I decided against it. I have to prove that my way can be effective, even if it contradicts our renowned technique.'
With renewed determination, Zharala dashed towards Anran Wu. She propelled herself into the air, her body becoming engulfed in a swirling mass of lava and flames, creating an impromptu armor. Like a meteor, she hurtled towards Anran Wu, her arms thrust forward to unleash pillars of molten rock, spinning wheels of fire trailing in their wake.
Anran Wu stood composed, her eyes keenly analyzing her opponent's movements. She pulled her arm back in one fluid motion before thrusting it forward. In that split second, she unleashed a barrage of forty-two punches. The rapid blows shattered the fiery onslaught into harmless fragments.
As the debris rained down around them and Zharala's face registered shock, Anran Wu vanished from her spot. She disappeared entirely, leaving no trace.
Zharala landed heavily on the platform, her eyes darting around frantically in search of her elusive opponent. She spun, scanning every corner, every shadow, trying to locate Anran Wu, but the battlefield remained eerily silent.
Suddenly, Zharala felt a fist crash into her cheek, the force of it sending her reeling. But it didn't end there. Her assailant, moving with blinding speed, caught up to her airborne form and delivered another strike, this time sending her hurtling skyward. A third blow followed, then a fourth, each one landing with unerring precision. She was flung about effortlessly, like a ragdoll caught in a tempest.
With each impact, the armor she had conjured began to disintegrate. She felt the shock of it reverberate through her. Her formidable defense, renowned for deterring any who dared make direct contact, was being methodically dismantled. Anran Wu, the relentless force behind the attacks, seemed utterly indifferent to its reputed strength.
Another powerful hit launched Zharala higher into the sky. As she reached the apex of her ascent, Anran Wu's foot connected with her stomach, driving her back down with tremendous force. She slammed into the ground, lying there for a moment, her gaze fixed on the expanse above. The sky blurred as pain throbbed through her body.
Anran Wu landed gracefully in front of her, standing silent and composed. She watched as Zharala struggled to regain her footing, waiting patiently for her opponent to rise and continue the battle.
Zharala finally stood up, her legs trembling beneath her. She couldn't fathom how her renowned technique had been methodically dismantled. When she looked at Anran Wu, she was stunned to see her completely unscathed. Zharala had expected her opponent to bear at least some injuries—after all, hitting lava and flame armor should have caused burns, even to the most skilled fighter.
"How?" Zharala asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "How did you avoid being injured? I clearly felt you hit my armor."
Anran Wu raised her hand silently, revealing a swirl of touki and her distinctive energy coiling around her arm. "Touki and my energies mixed together created a barrier around me. That was what you felt hit you, not my actual fists," she explained, her tone calm and steady. "It's a simple application that anyone can do, but it can be particularly effective against your kind. However, one must master it and possess enough strength to cause harm afterward."
What Anran Wu had done wasn't inherently remarkable, and as she had mentioned, it was a simple application. Yet Zharala couldn't deny the sheer effectiveness of it. None of her previous opponents had attempted such a technique, or if they had, they hadn't been strong enough to pull it off, or she had defeated them too quickly for them to try.
"You did well," Anran Wu said, her voice calm and steady. "But you need to evolve and master your technique further. Everyone knows that the Rezlurians are renowned for their formidable defense rather than offense. You're attempting to do the opposite, which is commendable. However, it isn't perfected yet."
As she spoke, a large crane made of her energy materialized around her body, shimmering with blue and green hues. The crane's wings spread wide, and Anran Wu's stance shifted, becoming more poised and powerful. She took a deep breath, drawing in the energy around her, before releasing it in a controlled surge. The ground beneath them trembled, and the air crackled with raw power, startling everyone within the vicinity.
Zharala struggled to move, her legs buckling under the strain. She couldn't believe how much damage she had sustained in such a short amount of time. This was unfamiliar territory for her, yet she forced her body to respond. Once again, she summoned her armor of lava and flames, determined to withstand Anran Wu's next attack.
She conjured a massive barrier of molten rock in front of her, bracing for the impending assault. Moments later, Anran Wu surged forward, the energy crane surrounding her coming to life with a powerful flap of its wings. The crane shimmered more intensely, its power growing as they hurtled toward Zharala.
When they collided with Zharala's defenses, the impact was tremendous.
[A direct hit!!!!!] the announcer's voice echoed with excitement. [What happened!?]
A massive explosion erupted, contained within the arena's barriers to protect the spectators. The ground trembled violently before gradually settling. The air was thick with tension as the dust and smoke slowly began to clear.
Finally, as the smoke dissipated, the scene within the arena became visible again.
Zharala lay sprawled on the ground, her once-imposing armor completely gone, leaving her unconscious and defenseless. Anran Wu stood tall behind her, not a scratch on her, the clear victor.
[T-t-t-the winner is Warrior Anran Wu!!! She took down her opponent Zharala!!! She's conquered their formidable defenses!!] the announcer's voice rang out, filled with astonishment and excitement. The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers, their voices a cacophony of admiration and awe. [Warrior Anran Wu used her most powerful technique to end it!!]
Anran Wu allowed herself a small smile before she turned to leave the arena. As she walked away, she heard the medics rushing in to carry Zharala off for treatment. She shook her head slightly, her thoughts turning inward.
"Full power? If I even came close to using that, this city and region would be decimated. Anything near full power...this planet would be gone. But that's something better left unsaid," she murmured to herself, her words lost in the roar of the crowd.
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"Report," commanded a shadowy figure.
In a dimly lit room, shrouded by the manipulation of darkness, a subordinate stepped in, their movements betraying their nervousness.
"Reporting… it seems the outer god is aiding with the Honlugongian problem and is nearing its resolution. Two of his companions are participating in the tournament, while the others remain unaccounted for. However, the last sightings of two groups were in Hishudu, near Tian Bei Chin, and within the halls of Zhu Fu Dian," the subordinate relayed, their voice trembling slightly.
A smile curved across the man's face. "Hishudu and the Palace of Granted Wishes? To think they would venture to such sacred grounds. Although, Hishudu was expected. And what of the other generals? Have they been approached by them?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity and intrigue.
"Have 'them' follow the ones snooping around Zhu Fu Dian. I want to know their purpose there," he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding.
The subordinate gulped, nervously clearing his throat before speaking. "We sent teams of equal strength to that location... only to lose all contact with them. It appears they are far more aware and powerful than we anticipated. We believe they are neutralizing our forces."
The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is that so?" he mused, nodding thoughtfully. "Then send 'her' to them. I believe she has the skill to infiltrate and earn their trust."
The subordinate gulped again, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. "...We already did that, sir. Unfortunately, we also lost communication with her too. Reports from our other teams before they went dark indicated that two women are responsible for this. What are your orders?"
"Interesting... truly interesting," the man murmured, his amusement growing. "Then guide them towards the opposite side of that area. There, they will encounter an intriguing entity. I don't care how you accomplish this," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
"Understood… and what about the others?" the subordinate asked cautiously.
"The other generals are already wary of me, but some are willing to side with me. We need to inform those who are loyal and keep the rest in the dark. Tell them I wish to convene a meeting. I will personally meet the outer god's companions soon," he instructed, his tone decisive.
"Yes, at once. However, one of the generals has chosen to participate in the tournaments, defying your explicit wishes. How shall we address this?" the subordinate inquired, concern evident in his voice.
He chuckled, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "He opposes me, and I truly don't care about his actions now. Let him indulge in his childish pursuits. He poses no threat to me anymore," he replied dismissively, his confidence unwavering.
The subordinate nodded and finally left, carrying the weight of his master's commands with him.
The man gazed at the table before him, its surface suddenly illuminating with a soft, bluish light as a 3D hologram of their planet sprang to life. This was the only light in the otherwise pitch-black room. He manipulated the hologram deftly, spinning it with practiced ease until he stopped at the location of Zhu Fu Dian.
A slow, sinister smile spread across his face as his attention fixed on a particular area. "The remnants of that war still linger there," he murmured. "We couldn't kill them all, so we trapped them. Only time will tell when they break free, but… why not test the extent of their abilities? Let's unleash those things on them."
As he spoke, images of several Byramites flickered into view beside the hologram. His smile widened, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.
"A plan many years in the making may soon come to fruition," he muttered to himself. With a final tap, the hologram flickered off, plunging the room back into darkness.
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Aaron Toole's Soliloquy
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I rose slowly, letting out a sigh that carried the weight of the day's work. The sun hung high in the sky, casting harsh light over the abandoned, rocky expanse. Bodies lay scattered across the rubble-strewn ground, the old faction members sprawled out, each one freed from the grip of the Eraomire Insurall. The battle had been intense, but no lives had been lost. They lay unconscious now, the fight drained from them.
Raising my hand, I summoned a wave of healing energy. It rippled through the destroyed area, knitting wounds and soothing bruises. I watched as their injuries mended, the once fierce combatants now peaceful in their forced slumber. Zhen Yuan Hu's fall had been the turning point. With their leader down, the others had lost their resolve, their will to fight diminished, though the Eraomire Insurall had still made them resist until the end.
Shirone's voice broke the silence. "We're done here?"
I glanced at her, the soft glow of the healing wave fading around us. "More or less. They'll want us to oversee whatever decisions they come to. But it's their future to shape from here. Our part in this is nearly finished."
"But we're not done with the entire planet yet nya~," Kuroka remarked, sauntering over to us with her usual feline grace.
We stood together, watching the new faction members assist the fallen ones. Slowly, the defeated began to rise, bewilderment etched on their faces as they took in the destruction around them.
"Why are they acting like that?" Shirone asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Think of it this way," I began, searching for the right analogy. "They've just emerged from a long, disorienting journey. Imagine being surrounded by darkness and fog for so long that it muddles your senses and warps your actions. Now, suddenly, they've been yanked out of that haze. They're trying to regain their bearings, figuring out how they got here from what felt like home, and why there's this gaping void in their memory."
Shirone nodded slowly, her eyes following a man who stumbled, supported by a new faction member. He looked around, bewildered, as if the world had shifted beneath his feet. The air was thick with the dust of collapsed buildings and the sharp scent of scorched rock, remnants of our fierce battle.
"Oh right, I found this in one of their pockets, nya~," Kuroka said, her voice light as she fished out a small device and handed it to me.
I took the device from her, turning it over in my hands. My brow furrowed as I quickly analyzed its structure and purpose. Before anyone could ask, I tightened my grip, crushing it in my palm. A moment later, I called forth my flames, melting it down to nothing.
Kuroka's eyes widened. "W-what happened? What is it?" Her surprise was evident in her voice.
"Elanor's handiwork," I said, my gaze sweeping over the gathered group. "She's likely planted these on people across countless planets and species. She's thorough, I'll give her that. This was probably her way of spying, of gathering information. Who knows how much she overheard?"
I scanned the crowd before us, noting the subtle glints and hidden devices embedded in or on them. Elanor had woven her web well, using these devices to keep tabs on them. Perhaps it was for Phumera's benefit, or perhaps for her own amusement. Either way, it was a violation we couldn't let stand.
With a snap of my fingers, I sent a wave of energy rippling through the crowd. The devices disintegrated instantly, leaving the Honlugongians unharmed but free of Elanor's surveillance.
After several more minutes of standing around within the wreckage, I spotted Jikalzu and a now-conscious Zhen Yuan Hu making their way towards us. Zhen Yuan Hu was no longer clad in his imposing armor, his demeanor more open and less guarded.
"Outer god—" Zhen Yuan Hu began, but I raised a hand to stop him.
"Call me Aaron," I interjected. He nodded in acknowledgment.
"Then, Sir Aaron, I want to extend our gratitude for your assistance," Zhen Yuan Hu said, his voice steady. "However, we need to discuss several matters. An alliance might not be straightforward for us right now. A private setting would be more suitable for such discussions."
I agreed, recognizing the gravity of his concerns. "Right. Let's gather everyone and find a more private place to talk. There are a few things I need to understand as well."
We swiftly moved into action, helping those who were still disoriented to teleport back to their respective homes. The new faction members assisted the old, a tentative cooperation forming in the aftermath of the battle. It was a chaotic yet oddly harmonious scene, with people slowly regaining their bearings and accepting the unexpected turn of events.
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Third Person Point of View
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"Mmm...where do we go from here? So many weirdos keep popping up and trying to make us go with them," Aoife remarked, her voice tinged with exasperation. She dragged a long line of people behind her, their faces a mix of confusion and resignation.
Kuisha, walking alongside her, sighed deeply and shook her head. "I don't know. But from what you said earlier, you sensed two strange energies here?"
"Yeah," Aoife replied, her voice heavy with frustration. "But they're in opposite directions." She stopped, her gaze drifting off into the distance.
Kuisha glanced at Aoife, then at the captives trailing behind them. "We have to choose one direction first. How do you suggest we decide?"
"Coin flip?" Aoife suggested, tilting her head slightly. The simplicity of her solution made Kuisha sigh again.
"Well, if that's how you want to do this, then I won't question it," Kuisha replied. She fished a coin out of her pocket and tossed it into the air with a practiced flick of her thumb.
"Heads for north, tails for south!" Aoife called out as the coin spun in the air. Kuisha caught it deftly, both of them holding their breath as they waited for the outcome.
Kuisha opened her hand, the coin gleaming in the dim light, and revealed... tails. "Tails it is," she remarked, her tone a mix of resignation and acceptance. They turned and began their march southward, the long line of captives trailing behind them like a heavy, reluctant tail.
As they trudged along, Kuisha cast a sideways glance at Aoife. "Is there any difference between the two energies you sensed?"
Aoife's brow furrowed in concentration. "Mmm... the south feels strange, unsettling. It's the kind of eerie that makes your skin crawl."
A voice from the group of captives broke through the tense air. "I would advise against going there. That place knows only suffering," the woman's voice was soft, but the weight of her words hung heavily in the air.
They halted, turning to face the woman who had spoken. Her head was bowed, refusing to meet their gaze, her entire demeanor a testament to the gravity of her warning.
"What do you mean by that?" Aoife asked, her curiosity piqued despite the ominous tone. "Do you know what we're heading towards?"
The woman remained silent, her head still downcast. The other captives followed her lead, their eyes fixed on the ground, their silence more telling than any words they could have spoken. The collective fear and knowledge among them sent a shiver through the air, adding an even greater sense of foreboding to their chosen path.
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Their journey lasted a full twenty minutes, the sun crawling toward the horizon. The day inched closer to four in the afternoon, shadows stretching longer by the minute. Aoife's group pressed on with a shared understanding—they had to halt their progress soon. Nightfall would steal their advantage, plunging them into darkness without the information they needed to succeed.
As they ventured deeper into the forest known as Shixing Kumu Lin, an almost palpable shift enveloped them. The trees, taller and denser, stood like ancient sentinels. The air thickened, charged with an energy that prickled their skin. Each step forward seemed to pull them further into an unknown world, both thrilling and unnerving.
The forest stood tall and silent, its ancient trees shrouded in a mist that clung to their trunks like an old memory. Thin beams of light pierced through the dense canopy, casting a ghostly glow on the scene below. A winding stream, its waters glowing with an otherworldly blue luminescence, cut through the landscape, its path edged by dark, gnarled roots and vibrant crimson underbrush.
The air hummed with an unspoken tension, a quiet that spoke louder than any noise. It felt as if the entire forest was holding its breath, waiting. The stream's glow reflected off the damp rocks and twisted branches, creating an eerie, almost surreal tableau. Here and there, patches of vivid red flora contrasted sharply with the cool blues and dark shadows, adding an almost violent splash of color to the subdued palette of the woods.
The tall, skeletal trees reached upward, their bare branches intertwining in a desperate grasp toward the obscured sky. The light, struggling to break through the thick mist, cast an ethereal sheen over everything, making the scene look both alive and frozen in time. The forest, with its whispering leaves and silent sentinels, seemed to be guarding secrets long forgotten, its stillness a testament to the ages it had witnessed.
"Now if this doesn't scream creepy and danger, I don't know what would," remarked Aoife with a chuckle that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I'll agree with you on that," Kuisha replied, casting a glance behind them at the prisoners. "They're not budging, are they?"
Aoife shook her head, her gaze following Kuisha's to the reluctant captives. "Yeah, they don't want to go into this forest. Honestly, we don't need the rest. Let's just knock them out and bring the lady with us."
Kuisha nodded in agreement, her eyes settling on the woman who had first alerted them to this ominous spot. "Yes, she seems to know more about this place than the rest. We'll take her with us, regardless of how she feels."
As the weight of those words sank in, the woman's eyes widened in terror. She shook her head vigorously, a silent plea for mercy. Her desperation went unnoticed, her protests falling on deaf ears as Aoife and Kuisha turned their backs on her fear.
Aoife handed the rope to Kuisha and strode over to the prisoners. One by one, she tapped their heads, each touch rendering them unconscious. She then tied them up with separate ropes, securing them to the trees and ensnaring their bodies in ice, ensuring no chance of escape.
The final captive, the woman who had informed them about the forest, was separated from the others. Despite her initial resistance, she soon ceased struggling, her whimpers growing softer as resignation set in. They began their march into the forest, the atmosphere growing heavier with each step.
As they neared the heart of Shixing Kumu Lin, Aoife broke the silence. "Be honest with us. Tell us what you know, and we might let you wait by the entrance."
The woman shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's too late," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Once you cross a certain threshold of this forest, you cannot escape until you slay them. No one will come out alive… oh no… no… no… mother… father… I'm sorry." Her words dissolved into sobs, her despair echoing through the oppressive stillness around them.
Aoife and Kuisha shared a glance, their confusion mirrored in each other's eyes. Despite their concern for the woman, they pressed on. Her words had settled into their minds as undeniable truth. Whatever awaited them in the forest needed to be "defeated" if they were to find their way out.
Yet, uncertainty gnawed at them. What exactly were they supposed to confront? Each attempt to coax more information from the woman was met with louder sobs and silence. The forest around them was unnaturally quiet, an oppressive stillness that weighed on their senses. Not a single animal's cry pierced the air, an unsettling contrast to the usual symphony of forest life.
"Did you know?" Aoife said, breaking the silence and drawing Kuisha's attention. "When in forests, they're usually lively. You normally hear a lot of noise, but if it goes completely quiet, something is terribly wrong—like a predator is present and the prey need to hide."
"You're not helping our case here, Aoife," Kuisha quipped, though her voice held a nervous edge. Aoife's laughter was a brief, hollow sound in the oppressive stillness.
Their path led them to a strange clearing, a peculiar, open space in the heart of the forest. In the center, a hole was covered with something that seemed to pulse with an eerie red glow, exuding a powerful, malevolent aura. The air around it felt thick with malice, making the hairs on their necks stand on end.
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