Myriad Devils-Chapter 169: Schemes and conspiracies

In the deepest layer of a mind swallowing abyss, Seth Constantin sat on an invisible chair.

There was a table with two cups filled with red wine, and on the other side was another figure with a similar appearance to Seth.

Speaking solely of facial features, they were like twins.

However, Seth Constantin was dressed in black robes, with black hair which began turning red at its ends, whereas the other had mostly white hair.

The red transformation of this person’s hair was more noticeable than Seth’s.

Observing the transformation of color in Seth’s hair, the white-haired ’Seth’ chuckled lightly. "Indeed, you are a miracle born into sainthood."

Contrary to any other time, Seth’s voice contained traces of humbleness before this figure. He said, "Compared to the ’purest incarnation’, I am but one of many."

The white-haired ’Seth’, the purest incarnation chuckled once more.

He said, "It is not so. We are."

Thereafter, his gaze suddenly shifted away from Seth, and toward a particular direction.

He sighed, his voice was filled with false melancholy. "The ordinary can’t compare to us who are aligned with the three operating rules. It is a pity that this child’s father is aligned with the same rule space as us, otherwise we could unite against the detestable one."

"In the end, once this child summons the Lord’s game, I, and Him, will be obstacles in each other’s way." The purest incarnation figure sighed.

Hearing this, Seth appeared slightly perplexed.

He asked in doubt, "What about Anon? If he simply gives up our rule space, can’t he side with us? There is already little love connecting father and son, once he sees the truth of everything, wouldn’t he be willing. After all, there’s no way he..."

The figure in the likeness of Seth waved his finger and shook his head. He sighed again and spoke matter-of-factly, "Look at what the Human Lord is doing. That child? Siding with us?"

"If he successfully ascends whilst in the second world, acquiring that theoretical body, he may well possess the potential of claiming all three Rule Spaces," the purest incarnation said. "With such potential, he can claim to side with any power, but who can trust him then? In the final battle, he’ll be the enemy of all."

"And if he fails to ascend, that detestable one’s little scheme will be successful. If that occurs, there will be no Anon, and the Lord’s game will be instantly summoned, pushing Us onto the backfoot."

Seth heard this and also sighed.

"What if the Human Lord’s scheme goes awry? What if..." Seth’s words were cut off once more.

The purest incarnation chuckled darkly and looked at Seth in a strange manner, "By chance, have you grown to like him? Look at him. He’s already grasped pseudo true mastery over such a powerful body."

"Once his will undergoes another metamorphosis, he’d reach the limits of the cosmic ruling. When that occurs, he’d already have an inclination, and with the assistance of the three operating rules, he’d likely succeed if he attempts ascension," the purest incarnation said. "If he doesn’t, the scheme of that detestable one is always present anyway."

"Do you think that his spirit will reach the third world before his will touches the cosmic ruling? The reason its injured is to prevent that possibility. The Human Lord has already forbade that destiny from manifesting."

"And once he achieves true mastery, he’ll likely attempt ascension. The Human Lord’s scheme makes little sense otherwise," the purest incarnation said. "Naturally, if it’s anyone else, they would be certain to fail ascension, but with the operating rules assisting, it’s different with him."

Seth sighed once more, "I am only worried. To face the Overlords, the detestable one, and the Human Lord..."

"Who said I would be alone?" The purest incarnation smiled meaningfully, "The Lord’s world contains a plethora of mysteries and constructs. This cosmic space, the infernal world, the celestial firmament... that’s only three constructs," he said. "The Lord’s world is much more expansive than you can imagine."

"In the end, it is only that child who’ll be alone. Schemed against by the united force of the detestable one and his father, enemy number one of all, even if it is him alone who can create a resonance, it is meaningless," The purest incarnation summarized. "His death has already been established."

.....

As the purest incarnation stated, there were a myriad of constructs in the Lord’s world.

Like the boundary of the cosmic space which even prevented a God’s true body from forcefully descending, there were other constructs that prevented beings of that level from not just entering, but even perceiving.

Like the so-called Overlords, in a construct of such a level, there were naturally entities that oversaw everything.

"Congratulations are in order. Your son’s will has already begun touching upon the cosmic ruling even with such a weak and injured spirit. A pity that the Human Lord’s plans are set in stone."

A myriad of whispers resounded in darkness, seemingly originating from both male and female voices.

The origin of this darkness sat atop a throne-shaped structure.

Hearing these whispers, a faint laughter echoed in the darkness. The origin of this darkness spoke, a voice neither male nor female, and originating from all directions within this darkness.

"The Overlords scheme. The Celestial Supreme schemes. The Infernal God schemes. The Human Lord schemes. So why can’t I scheme too? Do they think controlling fate and inevitability is absolute?" Each word formed an echo in the darkness.

"Fate whispers, destiny writes, and inevitability etches it in stone. Why is destiny in the center? If destiny does not write, what can inevitability etch in stone?" The voice proclaimed. "I wish to see which absolute entity has greater control over destiny than I."

As silence etched itself in this realm, the whispering voices soon returned, speaking in an even humbler tone than before. "Then I congratulate Thee, on a splendid victory."

These whispers slowly faded, drowning in a cacophony of crazed laughter.

"Husband, dear husband. I can’t wait to see your face when your little ploy is utterly destroyed. And that Celestial Supreme... detestable indeed." The voice that originated from all directions proclaimed.

"I testify that such a scheme will only assist my beloved child. My perfect child. My glorious child."

.....

Upon the metamorphosis of his will, Anon cleaned up the many swarms of wraiths that permeated the fourth layer.

He had not lost himself even once, and the improvement these wraiths brought onto his soul noticeably decreased as time passed.

At this time, he was more focused on the memories that these wraiths held. Compared to those in the third layer, it was noticeably less fragmented.

Still fragmented though, it could only be considered larger fragments.

But with hundreds and thousands of wraiths, it was enough to give him a foundational understanding of this Lost Lands, or more precisely, the new world order.

The Infernal god was worshipped by some hundreds of millions of humans within the new world order.

If combined with the humans in the six bastions of humanity, then earth held just about one billion humans, and even more beasts.

The new world order was one ultra massive city, comparable to a country. These worshippers were separated into three societal levels.

Commoners usually had black hair along with the crimson eyes of the Infernal god’s worshippers. In truth, one could perceive the level of faith in a worshipper through the shade of their eyes.

Those considered as royalty amongst the new world order were the families of worshippers who were titled as ’Servants’ of the Saints.

They usually had white hair, signaling their relationship with a servant, and were respected and feared by the commoners.

However, the Infernal god was fair.

Even a child can become a ’Servant’ if their beliefs were at a level high enough, so royals were not to look down on and take advantage of commoners.

After all, they were effectively leaches who were lucky that they were related to a servant.

On the other hand, the servants were granted incredible power by the Infernal god.

Some memories included the scenes of servants leading crusades across the Lost Land continent, and the power they held was truly mind-blowing.

’Fifth worlders.’ Anon sighed.

Naturally, the third and highest societal level were the Saints.

Some saints had black hair, and others had white. However the ends of their hair all showed signs of reddening.

Anon’s mind replayed to Seth whose hair had also showed signs of reddening at their ends, however Seth’s description did not fit with that of saints.

Firstly, if he had recently become a saint, his hair should’ve been white all along if he was a servant, and secondly, he should’ve wielded power at the fifth world for some time now.

These saints were originally servants who were blessed by the first saint, also known as the purest incarnation.

Amongst saints, the purest incarnation was considered the direct messenger of the Infernal god, and even the second coming of the Infernal god.

It is common knowledge that saints wield even greater power than the servants, however the strength of each saint is unknown, and the purest incarnation is considered the most powerful.

Anon’s involvement with Seth brought about another viewpoint to this supposed common knowledge.

’It appears that the new world order is not as simple as the commoners think it to be.’ Anon stood in the darkness of the fourth layer and pondered.