Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1627: Advent of the Incident

Labyrinth of the Yoke, Hall of Fulgardt...

Other than Edagon and the mysterious continent known as Amanas, only the Labyrinth remained intact on Aigas.

Within the material plane of this world, the Labyrinth existed in the Tremur Forest, or rather, Fulgardt made it so that it could only be interacted with from that point. He left an opening weak enough to be accessed by those with Universal Gate Keys, objects that could only be created by individuals from the Severed Union.

Indeed, this meant that through all the staggering damage Aigas had gone through, the Labyrinth of the Yoke was completely safe.

The Arch-Mage Remos was sipping his wine, a curious white halo above his head. The dark mist softly spewing from his body would have given the impression that he was in a sour mood and was using alcohol to douse it.

That was... more than true.

In fact, it was true for everyone else around him, undying experts with prime powers of Aigas. All they could do was begrudgingly celebrate Fulgardt for all eternity.

"How well do you think that skeleton is faring in the outside world, if it did indeed make it out?" Remos asked the woman sitting across from him. There was a subtle tone of fury in his voice. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"How long are you going to obsess over that thing, old man? What does it matter if it actually reached Fulgardt’s legacy or not?" the woman said, tipping her lip up in annoyance.

"What does it matter?" Remos flared. "How could you not care? It slipped away from your fingers! Doesn’t the prospect of all the possibilities that resulted from your blunder invoke something in you at all? Anything! That’s the least you can hope to do to entertain yourself in here!"

"Oh, here we go again." A man in a casual loose shirt, said from a table away. Despite his words, he looked quite unbothered by Remos’ outrage. It happened several times a week since the incident with that skeleton. "Let it go, Remos. You’ve managed to avoid going insane for thousands of years. Why start now?"

Remos shot up from his seat, frothing at the mouth. "I am mad! I am insane!" He swiveled and waved his arms around, but barely anyone reacted at all. "This is a mockery! Just like back then, when this damned hall had the gall to show us the descent of the Undead and other foul creatures on Aigas so that we could feel helplessness – our inability to intervene. It did so once again with that detestable thing! It marched in here and all of you failed to kill it! How does that not bother you fools?"

No one retorted. Barely anyone cared. This lit up Remos intensely.

"Again? Nothing?" he bellowed. "Don’t any of you have the slightest inclination to right your wrongs? Have you forgotten why you are here in the first place? Fulgardt enticed each one of you with dreams and you betrayed your nations for it! Your world! Are you not plagued by the agency, the guilt, like I am? How could you feel nothing even now?"

No one retorted. Barely anyone cared.

"You really must be going senile old man," said the man in the loose shirt after a while. Still, his eyes looked dull and lifeless. "I remember all of us falling into teary despair during the first hundred years of this. Unless you’ve kept your emotions in stasis with your magic since then, there’s no way your resolve and desires haven’t been eroded by now, like with the rest of us. Now shut up and drink your wine."

Remos’ eye twitched. Just as his words were as unmoving to the others, theirs did little than enrage him every single time. The usual conclusion... was battle.

Remos manifested a wheel of runes in front of himself, conjuring his Absolute Magic, and the man in the loose shirt grabbed a butter knife from the table.

...But their conflict was interrupted by a steady, golden white. It pierced through the walls and the veils of time and space and shuddered through all living matter within the Labyrinth.

The experts in the Hall felt it.

The endless series of creatures yoked under them felt it.

Fulgardt’s secret, deeper than even these vermin, felt it too.

And then a voice came.

"PRAISE THE SUN!"

***

Somewhere in the great void...

Serenity had been awfully quiet since Future Skullius had scolded her. She had to take some time to reflect and process all the things this man knew. It was unnerving. He spoke as though he were her father’s right-hand man. He knew too much about this Reality and the two others.

He knew more than she did.

Future Skullius was fine with the silence. He was lying on his bed, eyes closed, a smile on his face. Serenity hated how he looked so comfortable. Maybe it was because of the sadistic bit of her. It must have budded as a result of watching Skullius suffer his way through his journey even in victory. Seeing the absence of setbacks in his path, not to mention that calmness of his, was... unusual.

Serenity floated over the Future Hybrid. She knowingly disturbed his rest. Some of her spunk had returned.

"How do you plan to kill AKHASHA?" she said in a needlessly loud voice. "Despite your rich well of knowledge, you are still only a Divine. Even the War Body can’t help you bridge the gap between your current strength and that of the Primeval Deities. They are proficient in the |Greater Cosmic Law|. Bits of it. AKHASHA, in particular, rivals Void in the mastery of one of them."

Future Skullius smirked but kept his eyes closed. "You are petty as flesh."

Serenity folded her fiery arms. She might have been pouting too. "Just answer the question. I assume you’re well and truly prepared."

"That I am." Future Skullius raised one of his hands. "And you’re right. Even with help, killing AKHASHA won’t be easy. That’s why I cut a few corners and left a disturbing surprise for that naive little sockethole."

The future Hybrid’s finger pointed at the open air and merigold Ju`wtte flourished, creating a gateway. Serenity was puzzled, but not for long.

The gateway Future Skullius revealed led to some odd, seemingly boundless dark space. There were many segments and vast partitions dividing the assortments of tools and artefacts stowed away within it. One of them... was the Warmoth’s Void Rank Treasure.

"That’s—" Serenity exclaimed.

"Skullius probably won’t miss it. The War Body’s Revelations were supposed to be great replacements for it."

Indeed, the great suit of armor that had once rejected Skullius was now in Future Skullius’ possession. He would put it to better use than his Hybrid Warmoth counterpart.

Serenity could only stutter at the development, but she turned ashen in the next moment.

Even Future Skullius narrowed his eyes.

A vicious golden light blasted through the urchin-like vessel and shone over the two. It threaded through Consternals and wrestled against the |Greater Cosmic Law|. It was all-encompassing.

Future Skullius donned a grin and burst out laughing.

"Now this is rich!" he said. "That sockethole really went and caused a Reality-wide event?"

It was spectacular indeed.

The golden light touched all corners of this Reality – worlds and Breaking Chasms alike.

Even though it only lasted for a brief span, it would go on to cause a litany of evolutions in all living beings that were so much as dapped by it. Deities gave this event a name.

The Acceleration Incident.