Chapter 262 The Black Man
Inside the crystal mines, the clones stumbled upon something suspicious, something unusual. They decided it would be best for Silva to come himself.
So Silva came there after leaving the war. He headed to the crystal mines and walked in, but what he saw sent chills down his spine.
During the excavation of crystals, the clones had dug too far, too fast, and they stumbled upon a cave chamber and a large statue.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The statue was over fifteen feet tall, and from the eyes of this statue, blood spilled and constantly filled the room, flowing through some holes that were created in the room.
All this was confusing, and Silva didn't know what to think at this point. What the hell was happening here? Why was there a statue there? Why was there even an underground chamber?
Silva decided to come closer and check what was going on. He approached the statue, his feet going through the shallow pool of blood.
His eyes darted around in all directions, ensuring that there was nothing else here. This was so random, and it made absolutely no sense. But when he looked back, he saw that the way they used to come here had vanished.
The clones and he hadn't even noticed when this happened. What the hell was happening here?
Silva immediately took out his sword, and so did all the ten clones there. They watched around to see what was happening.
Suddenly, they heard a voice.
"Is this the task you were given to do? Raid a country?"
Silva looked around to find the voice that spoke, but he couldn't see anyone. Then the fully black man that was with Ophelia appeared.
When Silva saw him, he immediately got ready to fight, but the man raised his hands, and Silva, along with all the clones, were brought to their knees, unable to move even an inch.
"Do you believe that because you have touched a little strength, you can fight everything? How very prideful of you.
Your power and strength are merely a fragment in front of divinity," the man said and started walking about, still keeping Silva kneeling.
Silva and the clones struggled with all their might but couldn't do anything.
"I'm sure you want to know why I can keep you restrained without doing much, right? Well, it's something called world law. It's like your domain, where you can enforce your authority.
The same way for me, I can enforce my authority and laws in this world, and even more so in this cave. That's the first question answered.
Now Silva, you'll be wondering just who I am, so let me tell you. I am a being that stands at almost the same footing as your beloved goddess.
And because of that, I have power over this world. Now, I shouldn't be able to do what I'm doing now—talking to you and enforcing my power on you how I want.
But thank goodness for a special artifact: this cave, the Cave of a Thousand Bloodlines. With the help of this cave, I can bypass the power of order once completely for a set duration.
But this cave comes at a massive price: a thousand virgins. Their blood must be consumed by the cave. So I made it so that a human hundreds of years ago would find this artifact with some rules on how to use it.
Saying it would grant them any wish, I suffered a heavy backlash from order because of that move. But the man did as expected, and over years, he found a thousand people and killed them, putting them into the cave.
He actually used humans, that stupid idiot. I told him virgins—they could have been from any race—but he thought it was only humans. Such stupidity.
By the time he was about to use the artifact, he was caught—something I orchestrated as well—and I took back my artifact.
I know what you are thinking now: how do I have more access to this world than Ophelia? Well, unlike her, I have fewer restrictions," the man said. He looked at Silva and then released Silva's mouth to talk.
"What is all this crap you are saying? Ophelia never told me about anything like this," Silva said.
"Oh, well, she can't. Even what I'm doing now, she doesn't really know about it. Otherwise, she would have never let me do it.
I want to take a religion from your old world. They talk about the God, the Son, and then a Spirit, right? Well, you see, the God had the least contact with that world. The Son is the messenger of the God, sent to work in the world, trusting the God.
The Spirit knows all the God's plans, and due to that fact, he can make contact with the world, but not like the Son.
I want to use that human-made reference to talk about Ophelia now.
Ophelia is the God in this situation, and I am the Spirit. Thousands of years ago, the Dark Dragon was the Son.
Now that is you—you are the Son. Eww, I hate saying that. You are our contact to this world, the one supposed to help the God save their world.
But you have started going off track, kid. You really have. And that's actually not your fault but because Ophelia refused to let me guide you. It would be very risky, as order would frown on it.
Really, that's a bummer. But now I have a few minutes to talk to you here before I go. I want to tell you a bit about the gravity of what you are facing, kid.
When I'm done, you will understand that your conquests and activities are useless and pointless, and that you are wasting time. You have seen your own future—you have seen it through the eyes of that fairy.
How much do you think you have changed that future? How much do you believe you have secured a win for when it happens? Or are you just delusional?
Because you have no idea what real power looks like."