Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 692: It Begins 2

Chapter 692: It Begins 2

A loud yawn broke out from the lips of Felicie, whose muddled eyes scanned the room she was in. A certain thought entered her head, causing her to immediately jump upwards from the bed.

Turning her head to the side, she sighted Zeras who stood against the wall, reclining on it with his usual lazy expression, but this time, a hint of amusement could be seen on his face as he looked at her, or more precisely, at the side of her lips where dried drool could be seen.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t you drool when you sleep?” she asked, trying to hide her embarrassment. Her eyes soon looked through the window as she furrowed her brows at the sky.

“What is that?” Zeras asked curiously. Felicie looked out for a while before bringing her face back in.

“Today is the third day, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, there is supposed to be some sort of signal. There should be a beam of light and an illustration of the tower image from a distance. That will let us know what direction to head into,” Felicie said with troubled eyes.

“Actually, it already happened. A golden beam of energy that formed a holographic image of a tower, right? It happened after the sun set, until a few hours before you woke up,” he responded to her, seeing her brows knitted in worry.

“But that’s strange. The light doesn’t go out for the entire day and only does the second morning. How can it have gone so fast? Literally less than a quarter of a day…” she mused to herself but was quickly interrupted by Zeras.

“Don’t worry about that much. Let me pass you the vision,” Zeras mused as he walked towards her before pointing his index finger at her forehead. Immediately, the space before Zeras’s palm rippled, a white glow emanating from his finger and entering into Felicie’s forehead.

Her body stood rigid for some time, as if time itself had stopped around her, but soon she snapped out of it, opening her orange eyes once more.

“It came from the east side. Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get going already!” Felicie screamed out gleefully as she hurried to her bag, quickly changing her dress into something thicker and puffier.

Perhaps a little more than puffier.

“The east side of the world is said to be very cold. Filled with snow gales and a freezing temperature that even grown men would find difficult to survive.

And since I don’t have a skin of iron like you, I have to find my own way, right?” Felicie explained with a little bit of grumbling, as Zeras shrugged before moving towards the exit.

“I’ll be downstairs,” he said to her before moving out of the door. There were many things she ought to prepare properly for, and his being there might cause her to rush due to haste, not wanting to waste his time. It would only endanger her life and the mission.

It was better to give her space and let her do her thing well, without pressuring her.

The wooden stairs beneath his feet creaked slightly as he walked down them, moving down the stairs. Not surprisingly, there was no longer a single soul present in the hall at all; everyone was gone.

Some had already been moving through the night, immediately when the tower appeared, and the others who never moved were only waiting to do their preparation.

A few minutes is already enough for otherworlders to do their necessary preparations, and instantly they all began their journey immediately.

Many of them had left, each holding some particular hope and mission they wished to accomplish. But it was more than surety, less than all of them that left would ever arrive.

Some would be lost to the roads itself, never even reaching the tower at all, and a larger sum would be lost to the fierce competition that will be undergone once they all made their way to the tower.

The tower no doubt contains powerful treasures and artifacts based on the whispers that Zeras had heard from the otherworlders during his stay in the inn. He had discovered the purpose of them coming to this realm, and it was said to be because the Assembly Tower God’s trial was one of the top ten most rewarding and remarkable towers for young experts like them.

And there was a universal single truth in the Cultivation Universe: everything is a competition. Whatever a person wants, others do too. So they have to fight for it, with the object being possessed by the most worthy of them all. But to prove that worthiness, how many souls will be lost to it?

Zeras could already see how the brutality in the tower would look.

With so many surprises like being able to override the mana control by the realm, and who knows if there are other diabolical arts that are possessed, slumbering geniuses that never revealed themselves in the daylight, all of their attention fixed on the tower’s appearance, the only thing seemingly worth their time.

Every one of them will go absolutely all out, fighting for that which they want the most.

If the journey to the tower was already hard enough, then the journey through the tower itself would no doubt be countless times harder.

“All I need is the ring, and I’m out,” Zeras confirmed to himself. He saw no need to participate in the competition. As long as he could obtain what he wanted, then it was fine. He could dash everyone else all of the treasures present in the tower.

But the ring wasn’t something Zeras thought would be easy to obtain.

If even his other self, who was countless amounts of times more powerful, desired it, then he could only imagine how many people will want it.

All he could do was hope the earring wasn’t very well known.

After all, it was just an earring; who would look at an earring at all or find it useful?

“I’m done!”