Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 691: It Appears...

Chapter 691: It Appears…

Felicie replied as Zeras shrugged helplessly. She did have a point. The explosion in the fight would have been enough to make anyone immediately shoot up from bed. Even he would have been forced to rise, as he would have been greatly disturbed by it.

“Everyone is finally in. What happened down below?” Felicie asked as she walked past his side, looking at the far side of the inn through the window.

“Hmmmmm,” to her question, Zeras could only hum slightly before bringing out his Nine Star Fist Manual and continuing to read it.

“Look, Zeras. I wanted to say I’m sorry for what I said back then. You really are right. Throughout my life, I had been housed here, never leaving the confines for many years.

But still, I looked forward to the day when I would chance upon the world. I have drawn many hypotheses about it—how it would feel or be, all taken from the hypotheses of my own world.

I just never thought I would be wrong. When you killed those people, it went against my hypotheses of how the Otherworlders would behave. My natural reaction was to go against that.

That’s why I blamed you. But now, I have seen it well. The Otherworldly world might be different from what I supposed.” Felicie apologized, yet Zeras’ expression never once left the book.

“You stink of blood, and the collision only started after you left the room. Then it receded, and the people outside were finally able to come back in. That means you fought for all those people stuck outside.

A demon wouldn’t do that. I’m really sorry…”

“Go to sleep, Felicie. We have a long journey tomorrow…” Zeras replied curtly. Felicie stared at him silently for a while before nodding and leaving his side.

Hours passed quickly as the sun shifted to the center of the sky before setting, casting a fiery orange glow through the dulling sky.

CREEEAAAKK

A slight creaking sound could be heard as Zeras slowly raised his head, his neck bones cracking from having remained in the same position for a long while.

“Third Star Fist…” Zeras mused silently to himself, his brain processing the information kept in his head.

Due to the lack of mana present in his body, he couldn’t really comprehend the technique properly.

Practicing the Nine Star Fist Manual would require actual demonstration with thousands of repetitions and errors before one is finally able to properly understand the technique.

But still, he could faintly understand the technique from reading the manual and could easily think of the technique’s execution based on that.

Still, it couldn’t be compared to actually practicing it.

Turning behind him, he could see Felicie, deep asleep. Around her were various pieces of paper, some depicting strange pictures and some pieces of cryptic notes.

They were all flailed around her, showing she had probably been knocked out even as she kept reading or writing the notes.

Slowly picking them up, Zeras arranged them properly before putting everything back into her bag. Then he turned his attention to her, a soft look appearing on his otherwise poker face.

Truth be told, both of them did have a lot in common with respect to their goals.

Felicie, though timid, had the heart of a lion. To embark on a journey where none of her people ever came back from, just to know the truth behind her father’s death, was something not many could do.

But still, it piqued his curiosity too. He had only been able to pick up that she wanted to help her father based on what she continuously mumbled every night.

But he wasn’t really sure. Her father should no doubt have died according to what Balthemore had said about him, so why was she still trying so hard?

Was it a following of an unfulfilled bloodline mission, or was she deluding herself that her father might still be in the tower, more trapped than dead?

Still, they both had the same thing in common—the ability to stay true to their aim, no matter how impossible it seemed, and no matter how much the world tried to stop them.

The ability to keep moving stubbornly forward—that was what he loved in her, and he was willing to help her reach her goals.

SOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR

Suddenly, a powerful undulation of golden energy rippled out from afar, shining through the golden window panes.

After tucking her in, he rose to his feet, moving towards the window, and only now could he see it.

A pillar of golden energy tore through the clouds, probably reaching far into space itself.

“That power…” Zeras mused to himself, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He might be strong, even a one-in-a-million prodigy, but that doesn’t mean he is stupid.

He could sense that such a power was enough to bring an end to him! It was a power beyond the Undying rank.

The bright golden light was so powerful that, just like Zeras, countless Otherworlders began appearing on the roofs as they all also turned to the distance.

“It is starting. The Assembling Gods Tower trial. There it is…” they mused out loud as Zeras turned back to the beam of light, finding it shaping itself until it formed a holograph of a large tower.

“Assembling Gods Tower, huh. That’s the only place that could hold an object needed by someone like him…” Zeras mused to himself, his eyes gleaming with a special light.

He believed in the strength of that being who referred to himself as his other. He could tell there was some truth in his words, as Zeras felt him closer than anyone he had ever seen.

It was a strange feeling, almost like looking at one’s twin brother, yet it was far deeper than that. The connection was undeniable.

“Soon, I’ll know everything there is to it. Soon…”

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The holographic tower image in the sky continued on for a long time and some Otherworlders could be seen immediately heading towards it.

“The early bird catches the worm huh?”

Looking behind him, he could see she was still soundly asleep.

“Tomorrow, it is then…”