Myriad Devils-Chapter 221: Two choices

The Human Lord’s arm pulled Anon out of the Inverted Cathedral, out of the new world order, and out of the Lost Lands.

The believers, servants, and saints were rendered incapable of moving.

Their life and death were still up in the air, and likely, if a single believer had died due to the Human Lord’s maneuver, then even the saints would have fallen.

A believer of the first world, or a saint of a theoretical sixth, seventh, or eight world?

Nonentities were nonentities...

The purest incarnation was utterly suppressed by that hand; however, a strange power made sure he remained alive, for certain.

This power originated from the statue of the great Infernal god. Originally, simply depicting an indescribable scene, it now had a pair of glowing crimson eyes as well.

The statue seemed to’ve come to life, and in a way, it did. The true consciousness of the great Infernal god watched as the Human Lord took Anon away.

Though the Human Lord had perceived this, especially because he did, he did not pursue the purest incarnation’s death.

Shifting his gaze away from the direction of the Human Lord, the statue observed the unconscious body of the purest incarnation.

"In a way, you’ve served your purpose. The Human Lord utilized you, and in this way, I manipulated the Human Lord in turn."

"An investment, so to speak. I wonder why you assist the Destined One? Are you stepping away from the greater game? Anyway, you wished for my avatar to assist the Destined One?"

"Sending him into my territory? How bold..."

"One can not solely desire to use my territory without payment, so to cancel the Celestial Supreme’s scheme by nourishing a little gift within the boy’s system, and in exchange, bestow on him, the opportunity to nurture an unfathomable soul as a mortal..."

"One can even call it a fair exchange."

.....

The instance Anon stepped out of the Inverted Sky Dimension and stepped into the Inverted Cathedral, chaos ensued.

An all too familiar hand then appeared.

This was a hand that he had not seen in hundreds of years, and yet, it was a hand that he could identify in but a moment.

He had no control over his body, and the world continuously altered before his eyes.

Finally, he appeared in an unfamiliar universe.

His deathly gaze observed this foreign world of ruination and destruction, and a gloating smile appeared on his face...

"What a joke," Anon chuckled darkly, "Look at you... Upon killing mother, you’ve become..."

He desired to continue, but his words were stuck in his throat.

It wasn’t that the Human Lord had done anything to him, and no, he wasn’t stunned upon seeing the appearance of the man on the throne, but it was the woman shrouded in vagueness a distance away, sitting on a bench forged from an unknown substance.

This was a woman shrouded in layers of sheer black fabric that draped elegantly around her figure.

Her attire was adorned with intricate gold embellishments that shimmered subtly against the dark material, adding an air of opulence.

A dramatic veil cascaded down from a striking headpiece with sharp, angular accents, creating an ethereal and almost regal look.

With one hand delicately touching her face, enhancing her mysterious aura, her posture was poised and contemplative whilst facing Anon.

"Aunty Oneira?"

His voice was comparatively much more complex than any time before. It had been a long, long time since he felt such tremors in his heart.

At his voice, the veiled woman, Oneira, visibly trembled.

This woman, one of the five Human generals under the Supreme Commander alone, in terms of status, and the City Lord of the Paradisical City.

She was beyond just powerful.

Even amongst the other Human generals, she was incomprehensible in nature. In fact, one can say that she had a status above them, and below only the Human Lord.

As for why she was more powerful than what a Human general was supposed to be...

The young boy was clearly stunned, and she, too, was affected.

Anon only felt a warm embrace swallow his entire figure.

Naturally, this was a woman who was an otherworldly creature, and amongst otherworldly creatures littering the cosmic space, she was proclaimed by the Human Lord as an Overlord.

Inherently complex, her natural height was more than three times that of Anon’s; however, when she embraced her nephew, she appeared to be a mortal maiden, no taller than him.

The Human Lord expressionlessly observed, but a light of emotion flickered temporarily in his eyes.

What kind of emotion this was, though, was unknown.

Anon did not resist her embrace, but unexpectedly, the fluttering of emotions caused by the reunion had dissipated sooner than he anticipated.

The budding spark dispersed, and he slowly pulled away from an embrace that seemingly did not wish to let him go.

Oneira perceived Anon’s gaze.

These eyes were once of divine beauty, ethereal in nature, magnificent and otherworldly.

And now?

They showed a deathliness that was almost sickening. Without involving the weight of his gaze, just the residual aura would strike a mortal to death from a glance.

Oneira bit her lips in dismay; however, such a scene was incredibly enticing to any man.

Even in this situation, Anon leisurely appreciated the sight, thinking, ’Catharina, you can’t even compare to my aunt, and you wished for my heart? How pathetic, how pitiful.’

"Anon."

Drawing his gaze away from Oneira, the Human Lord’s voice pressed down on Anon’s psyche.

It was indescribable.

The weight of a universe was immeasurable, and so too was the weight behind this voice.

Anon scoffed, "You could call me child a few moments ago, and now?"

"Alright, I’ll play along, my dearest son."

The Human Lord chuckled lightly. He stared toward his son, as one who was staring at an invaluable treasure would.

This gaze was incredibly uncomfortable, but a soothing aura enveloped Anon. This was a familiar aura, a nostalgic aura, a caring aura...

Anon glanced at Oneira and smiled with his eyes.

Though she desired to appear detached, her delicate lips could not help but curl upward slightly.

As if a pillar giving him strength to face the Human Lord, she stood near to him, resisting any power that originated from that man, and wished to fall onto Anon with ill intent.

Sitting on the throne, he remained eternally undisturbed by the revelations of all things.

"Son, I’ll give you two choices."

"I choose the third," Anon said in jest.

Pleased by his attitude, the Human Lord shifted his gaze toward Oneira. Though his lips moved, Anon did not hear their words.

Whilst one was visibly enraged, the other, sitting on his throne, was left with a wide grin that only grew the more he looked at his son.

"Both choices involve your otherworldly ascension, and the ins and outs of said otherworldly ascension."

Anon frowned.

"You should know this, Father." Anon leisurely explained, "It is impossible for me, a second worlder, to ascend. I understand this impossibility even more now that I’ve nurtured an unfathomable soul, a will that has escaped the cosmic ruling, and perceived the metaphysical core system."

The Human Lord remained silent for a time. For the first time, his expressionless mask showed traces of cracking.

However, very naturally and smoothly, it returned to normal.

"You observe the words of, and trust your destiny. Indeed, improbable and impossible, this is what your destiny reveals to you, is it not?"

"It is," Anon replied concisely, thinking inwardly, ’I literally just said that, you dumb fuck.’

"I’m a dumb fuck now?" He tilted his head doubtfully.

"Hehehe..." Oneira couldn’t help herself either.

Ah, shit.

Anon wasn’t worried about his father’s anger, but instead turned to Oneira. If his thoughts were on full display, then...

However, she did not seem to perceive the strangeness in his eyes. Sighing in relief, Anon turned to his father, and indeed, his father’s eyes basically said, "I know, you little devil."

"Son, it isn’t that I’m asking you for your opinion. I’m still magnanimous enough to give you a say in the matter of otherworldly ascension."

"Aegon Xerxes!" Oneira was outraged.

Aegon lightly tapped on the throne’s armrest, and an indescribable force penetrated any kind of protection Oneira shrouded Anon in.

"Maybe, if your true body were here, you could bully this humble avatar, but then my Venerable self would also make an appearance."

Shifting his gaze away from Oneira, Aegon once more turned to Anon. The latter had remained unaware of what had just taken place.

"Your first option is simple."

"I will throw you back to the time when you just stepped into the Inverted Cathedral. You would be forced to into death, and attempt otherworldly ascension then and there."

"As for how you resist the Inverted Cathedral itself... that is for you to decipher. And do not confuse yourself. The moment I send you back in time, your future memories would be erased."

"Earth is a greater material dimension than that chaotic world you just came from, and even there, the river of time would’ve erased your future memories."

Anon frowned and asked, "Wouldn’t that be me courting death?"

"You still do not understand the words of your destiny. Improbable and impossible simply means that you will die."

Anon’s frown deepened into a scowl; however, Aegon explained.

"No matter which option you choose, your death is inevitable. Only by dying can you rid yourself of the unseen hands manipulating your fate and then use them as your foundation to transcend."

"However, it’s more likely that you will die, and stay dead."