Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 653: Thwarted Plans

Chapter 653: Thwarted Plans

“Huuuuuu,” Zeras exhaled loudly, but suddenly he could hear the yawn of something as he turned to his shoulder and sighted Fluffy yawning sleepily. It seemed tired, not physically but mentally.

Of course, it could tell that they had once more been sent away from the place it was slowly getting familiar with as home.

“I guess we need to find a place to sleep…” Zeras mused as he turned his gaze, wondering where to go.

“The forest, the lava plain, or the rocky mountains?” he mused to himself, and immediately he made his choice.

“Let’s go to the forest. There are quite a few large trees where we can more than rest for the night…” Zeras mused, sighting the ginormous tree with big enough branches. Immediately, he became a shooting light beam rapidly heading for the jungle.

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“This’ll do…”

Zeras said, looking at the extra ginormous trees right in front of him, with branches that could allow up to ten men to sleep side-by-side.

“Meow…” A squirky groan escaped Fluffy’s lips as the cat jumped down from his shoulder and landed on the branch. Its paws felt the tree, finding it a little hard as Zeras also laid down on the branches, his eyes looking at the night sky, faintly obstructed by the large leaves.

“Puuuuurrr…” A satisfied sound escaped the cat’s lips as it jumped on Zeras’s chest, curling itself up comfortably and soon descending into slumber.

“Ahhhhhh,” Zereas breathed out a sigh of fatigue. “I guess my life in the Ten Thousand Transformation Sect is over then. So soon,” he mused to himself.

His initial plan was to formally spend three years in the sect preparing for the ancient warriors of King Val that were coming for him.

And he had even planned to use the single wish that the sect said they owed him, to request them to fight for him when the calamity came for his head.

But now all his plans had been ripped apart so suddenly.

“But on the bright side, I have fulfilled what I initially came to do in the Ten Thousand Transformation Sect. To fulfill the deal of the Giaran race. Now that Rowan himself said they would be okay, then they have received the highest form of security they would ever possess. And I have also learned much about my true origin too. That was the main reason why I even came in the first place…” Zeras mused to himself.

According to what he had been told by Rowan, he could faintly understand more about his background now.

He knew well his mother was no doubt Lilith, and while the first impression of her to him was someone who was stubborn, even leaning to mercilessness—because what type of a person rips apart his own adopted mother with a sword slash and fights against her own sect guardians that have raised her up?—he also knew well, a side of a story can’t be trusted.

Rowan might be lying or simply not saying the entire truth. The way he described the event was just too simple of an event to cause such a thing. He could come up with more than hundreds of ways to easily resolve it.

That could only mean that whatever happened between Lilith and the sect was way deeper than he was told.

The only thing he could very well say Rowan was right about was the war that occurred in the universe. He already knew pieces and parts of that already. And now he could finally confirm.

“It was due to the war that he was given to Jason. And the ones who wanted my death are the gods themselves. I was separated away from my clan. It wasn’t because they decided to abandon me or anything; it was to protect me from the war…” Zeras mused, his eyes flashing up a bit.

What he was most afraid of was to have spent his entire life searching for his true origin only to get there and they should refuse his existence.

That would have been incredibly devastating to him. But now, he knew at least his clan cared for his life and death, and for him, they had decided to go on an absolute war against the gods themselves…

If that wasn’t enough proof that they cared for his existence, then there couldn’t be any more proof.

“Then it seems all my tireless nights of cultivation all day were well worth it. You have all fought to keep me alive till now. I wouldn’t abandon you all. I will come back, soon. Very soon. And make the gods’ greatest fears happen…” Zeras mused to himself, his eyes flashing with conviction.

Still, there was something he didn’t understand.

“Why were the gods so after him? His thousand genes? That was what he had thought about himself, and what was so abnormal about him.

But he didn’t really think that was true now at his current cultivation and power. The thousand genes, while truly almost supreme, was not without its own flaws.

The flaw was him being able to practice and comprehend each of them. Even a person with a single power will struggle before he or she could reach the peak of it, talk less of a person with a thousand. Was it really that anomaly of power!?

“And there is also that being in the vision, who said he was me…” Zeras mused to himself, remembering the person he had seen chained down in the bottom of the sea, and the being had said he was him.

“The gods can’t be after me because of my thousand genes. There has to be a darker truth that I’m still not aware of. Or am I the one underestimating the power of a thousand genes?” Zeras mused to himself, his head wanting to split apart.

“I also forgot to ask Rowan about the name of the universe where I come from. Not that it would be of much use even if I knew. I still don’t have the power to travel through the universe, and I’m pretty sure I will learn of it once I reach that power level…” Zeras mused to himself, his eyes closing up as he drifted into a deep sleep.