Myriad Devils-Chapter 130: Verily, there is no way to escape death

Anon and Seth moved with Felix and Jacob. As they had been sitting at the back of the class, the four were among the last to exit the room. But just before they could, they were brought to a stop.

"Anon."

Specifically, one of them was.

Hearing Anon’s name being called out by that familiar voice, the group came to a halt.

Turning around, Anon saw the instructor sitting behind a single desk that was situated atop a small platform in front of the class.

The instructor was an elderly woman that seemed to be in her fifties or sixties, with multiple wrinkles around her mouth, eyes, and on her forehead.

Though her pale eyes did not show any strength, there was an obvious trace of wisdom that had formed due to the passage of time.

Her grey hair was short and her body appeared quite frail, with wrinkles being visible on the back of her hands.

She called Anon’s name and from the tone of her voice, it was obvious that she was one of those strict teachers.

Anon immediately clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He already guessed why she was holding him back from leaving the classroom.

’For what reason do they make classes optional if me not attending is going to land me in trouble anyways?’ Anon groaned inwardly.

Towards the others, he waved them off.

Whilst Jacob only nodded his head, Felix chuckled at Anon’s predicament.

At the same time, Seth’s expressions remained as unreadable as ever, but he took a final glance at the instructor, staring at her deeply for a moment.

It was when their eyes met that Seth opted to retreat his gaze and follow the others out of the classroom.

Anon walked onto the platform and stood before the single table, staring at the instructor without any emotion visible in his eyes.

Strikingly similar to Seth, his expression was almost unreadable.

Instructor and student stared at each other, remaining in silence for a while more.

All of the students had exited the class by now.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the elderly instructor opened her mouth.

"Young Anon, do you believe in right and wrong?" The instructor’s words resounded in the classroom, causing Anon to knit his brows.

The question caught him off-guard.

Rather than such a vague question, he was expecting a lecture on the importance of attending classes, or something of such nature.

"I..." Anon began saying, but his reply was cut short.

Instead, the instructor smiled meaningfully.

"In this world, there is no right or wrong per se. Whatever those of power decide is right, well, is right, and whatever they see as wrong, is wrong." She said.

Once these words fell, the smile on her face faded, and was replaced by a deep scowl.

"And you, young Anon, have done a great wrong indeed!"

Anon heard this, and his vision grew blurry!

The light in his surroundings dimmed and darkness suddenly manifested, devouring the light for a time.

A vigorous rumbling shook his mind, swallowing his senses and skewing his perception...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The violent noises threatened to burst his eardrums as he felt a warm liquid ooze from his ears and trickle down the side of his face.

After a short while, and as light returned, momentarily blinding him, what unfolded before his eyes was a scene that left him dumbstruck.

The table separating him and the instructor had disappeared.

In fact, the entire classroom was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, his world had transformed into a white void.

His perception was still skewed.

How large this void was, he did not know.

Whilst it might’ve been a small space, it could also very well be a space stretching thousands of miles.

Besides himself, there was only the elderly instructor.

Then, there was endless whiteness.

A blank void!

"This place is a special realm within a unique treasure called the battle dimension." The instructor casually mentioned.

She stood on the emptiness of the void with her hands clasped behind her hunched back.

Anon was yet to recover from the sudden course of events, hence his unreadable expression had faltered greatly.

Seeing this, there was a subtle grin that played on her lips as she said, "There are really only a handful of ways to escape this realm. After locking onto a target, which happens to be you at this current instance, this dimension will only disappear after your aura is vanquished."

"Of course, you killing me and then destroying this unique treasure is another way but..." As she said this, the air behind her began to tremble.

Then, a tiny split formed in space.

Slowly exiting this split was a silvery light in the shape of a sword which then burst forth with incredible speed, appearing in front of Anon before he could possibly react.

Puchi!

Instantly, his left arm was severed, and fell into the emptiness of the void.

The accessory attached to his wrist was destroyed.

The instructor continued, "If you, a second worlder, was to end my life, you would truly be deserving of escaping this battle dimension."

For a second world stellar fighter to cross such a great threshold and not just defeat, but slay a third world stellar fighter...

That was beyond just shattering common sense.

Shattering common sense...

Anon had no such thoughts nor desires.

His severed arm sent waves of pain into the depths of his mind.

That single silvery light had made one thing quite obvious to him.

At this current moment, death was staring him right in his face!

Near the elderly instructor, several splits occurred in space, and several more silvery lights appeared.

The distance between the instructor and Anon was devoured instantly.

He did not have the necessary time to react.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

In but a moment, his right arm was gone!

There were gaping wounds all across his body.

One in his chest, a couple more in his abdomen, and each of his thighs also had open holes that allowed one to see the other side.

He spat out a mouthful of blood as chaotic principle power ran rampant all throughout his body, preventing his wounds from even beginning to heal.

’Ah, damn it!’ Anon exclaimed inwardly.

’Why is this damnable thing not activating?!’ There was a hint of desperation in his eyes.

As weakness draped over his worldly flesh, the instructor’s words rung out.

"Those of power have decided that you, young Anon, have committed a great wrong. Young Anon, to dare harm a single strand of the mistress’s hair would already be a sin. But to do such an unthinkable act..." The instructor shook her head and sighed deeply.

"You have no one to blame except yourself." As she said this, the instructor rose her left hand in the air of the empty void.

Seeing this, Anon’s heart began thumping rapidly.

’Damn it, damn it!’

’Activate!’

’Activate!!’

’Activate for fuck’s sake!!!’ Anon growled inwardly.

Behind the instructor’s worldly form, countless thousands if not tens of thousands of brilliant starlight shone down.

It was a thing of divine beauty.

For a moment, even Anon, in his current situation, spitting blood, seeing red, and wailing in desperation, sighed in amazement.

What had greeted his eyes was a splendorous display of magnificence.

Then, her hand fell...

Thrum!

Endless stellar cosmic energy had been drawn.

The void trembled under the force of a third world stellar fighter.

And as the starlight fell, Anon’s figure was swallowed by the lightshow almost immediately!

Just as instantaneously, his body began dissipating into countless dark gold particles...

Naturally, his false body was destroyed.

There was a slight delay. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Only now, did his voice resound in the void.

"Wormhole anklets!"

...

Back then, when Bolan had utilized the Sky-grade magical items, he had appeared in a completely different region of the Blood-Drip Jungle.

Just like the chasm separating a second worlder and a third worlder, the gap between Sky-grade magical items and Arcane-grade magical items was similarly as drastic.

From the moment Anon had entered the battle dimension, he had been desperately attempting to summon the recently evolved Arcane-grade magical item, Wormhole Anklets.

As there was a large gap between himself and the anklets, even though it had been branded by him already, the requirements that was needed for it to be activated took a while before they were met.

The amount of stellar cosmic energy this activation required wasn’t something that his spirit could summon at will.

In fact, this activation greatly strained his spirit.

And as it was activated, the process that followed, though relatively simple, similarly strained his spirit.

Traversing from point A to point B greatly confused his spirit.

But as his chaotic mind calmed, Anon slowly grasped a feel over his body.

His mind was then quickly assaulted by several adverse sensations.

Exhaustion, sluggishness, pain...

It was as if he would lose consciousness at any second.

Although he struggled greatly, when Anon finally opened his eyes, coupled with an immense sense of weakness, there was an incredible weight that violently dropped onto his shoulders, causing him to fall to his knees.

Or maybe, he was already kneeling.

He couldn’t tell.

The world before him was utterly foreign.

’Is this earth?’

Though his physical body was in a mess, and his mind was utterly chaotic, the scenery before him still made him forget all these things and instead, had him questioning himself.

He found himself kneeling at the edge of a steep cliff.

At the same time, the sky was littered by countless celestial objects, blocking the sun, if one was present.

Still, light remained omnipresent.

These celestial objects...

Mighty rocks that drifted through the sky!

As far as the eye could see, floating rocks swam in the skies.

Roar!!!

From afar, a creature of incredible size locked eyes onto the kneeling Anon, and growled in rage.

As he took in the appearance of this creature, Anon’s armless body trembled.

Internally, he sighed in defeat.

His eyes had become too heavy to keep open, and at the same time, rushing towards him was a beast that released the aura of a general...!

’A low-level beast general... If I wasn’t in this state, how can you take my life?’ Anon closed his eyes as darkness corroded his mind.

These were his final thoughts as he fell to the earth.

And as his conscious drifted away, he understood that all of his efforts to escape the battle dimension was fruitless.

His fate had already been written down by destiny, and sealed in stone by inevitability.

Even though he had escaped one deathly encounter, death still stared him in the face.

Verily, there is no way to escape death.