Reincarnated with a lucky draw system-Chapter 508: MYSTIC BEINGS
"At the beginning, a being was born," Vault continued, his voice dropping to a reverent hush that seemed to make the cave’s blue flames burn steadier. "Not through the conventional method of birth, but born simply by existing out of nothing."
"And alongside the being, an entity was created, because the being existed."
"The entity had no essence, no concept, just pure existence tied to the being’s presence. And that being is the one that sits upon the throne of all," Vault explained.
"But due to some unexplainable reasons, he lost his life. His body fell apart, scattering across creation like shattered constellations."
Chen Mo leaned forward, the weight of the words pressing on him like the valley’s ominous qi outside.
"So you’re saying...?"
"Yes." Vault nodded slowly. "The Mystic Organs are the body parts of the One Above All."
Chen Mo’s breath caught. The golden inscriptions on his arms seemed to pulse faintly in response, a silent acknowledgment of the truth.
"Then how is it a curse?" he asked again, voice low.
"The entity was created because the One Above All existed," Vault continued.
"After his death, his blood flooded the entity, birthing origin planes within it, entire realms born from divine remnants. But what I’m driving at is this: the entity is dying. No one sits on the throne anymore."
"The Mystic Organs choose those who can compete for the throne of all. Without one, you are ineligible. But as organs wielded by the most powerful being ever to exist, those not chosen will be devoured by them, consumed until nothing remains."
"So you weren’t chosen?" Chen Mo asked, piecing it together.
"No," Vault admitted. "But you were. So you have the chance to fight for the throne of all. But it’s not going to be easy, little Chen.
The throne candidates, like you, are among the most dangerous beings in the entity, each gifted with absurd talent that bends reality itself."
Vault leaned back against the cave wall, his obsidian skin catching the firelight as he listed them, voice heavy with reluctant respect.
"Seth, a vampire with unmatched control over blood, paired with the Mystic Blood.
He defies reality with every drop he commands.
Davon, a berserker who never tires, wielding the Mystic Lungs, and never needs to fear defense thanks to the Mystic Skin.
Zaigoth, a dragon master of dragon tongue, bearing the Mystic Tongue that reshapes words into destruction."
"Zel from the Godspeed race, a lineage so fast that time itself holds no sway over them, possesses the Mystic Legs.
The Mystic Ears and Mystic Nose belong to Zeph, the greatest assassin of the shadow race, whose senses pierce every veil.
The Mystic Skeleton is claimed by Scott, the true werewolf alpha, whose bones are unbreakable."
Vault paused, stretching his arms with a faint crack of joints, the crown of horns atop his head casting jagged shadows.
"The wielders of the Mystic Soul, Mystic Heart, Mystic Eyes, and Mystic Brain remain unknown, even to me."
Chen Mo listened in stunned silence, diving deep into thought.
Vault spoke of these figures with the casual gravity one might use for gods, yet Vault himself had once wielded one of the organs and survived.
The scale of power dwarfed anything Chen Mo had imagined, even the peak cultivators of his own world felt small in comparison.
"I thought you met the Mystic Brain holder?" Chen Mo asked, brow furrowing.
"Nope," Vault replied with a wry chuckle. "That one is too smart to let anyone know about him. He is the master chess player, working in the background, moving pieces no one sees until it’s too late."
Chen Mo exhaled slowly, the cave’s warmth suddenly feeling insufficient against the chill of cosmic stakes.
"Then... should I ask you a question that’s been bugging me?" he said finally. "Why are you here, in our Nexus? What happened to yours?"
Vault’s radiant smile faded, replaced by something older, wearier.
"I destroyed it," he said simply. "As for why I’m in your Nexus... it’s a long story."
He leaned forward again, green eyes darkening.
"After my revenge, the wielder of the Mystic Brain discarded me. I had begun asking too many questions, digging into the nature of the Mystic Beings, probing the edges of the throne’s rules. He saw me as a liability."
"In retaliation, he turned his power against my Nexus. Entire planes unraveled, stars snuffed out, realms folded into nothingness. I barely escaped with my life, forced to seek refuge here, in your realm."
"And above all, I had received valuable information from the Mystic Brain holder: a way to resurrect his wife.
All I had to do was kill a particular person who would one day visit this Nexus."
"Who is this person?" Chen Mo asked, voice low in the cave’s flickering light.
"I don’t know," Vault admitted, green eyes distant. "But when I see him... I will know him."
He placed a heavy hand on Chen Mo’s shoulder, the obsidian skin warm against fabric.
"Alright. You’ve learned enough. You’ve reached the peak of strength this realm will allow. It’s time for you to claim your revenge and move forward. Nurture your Mystic Arms. Climb higher. Fight for the throne. You’re behind, little Chen, but I’m certain you can catch up to them."
Vault’s tone softened, a rare trace of paternal pride beneath the ancient sorrow.
"But won’t the other Mystic wielders come for me? Kill me before I grow?" Chen Mo asked, the weight of the names, Seth, Davon, Zaigoth, still pressing on his mind.
"Not really," Vault assured him. "The battle for the throne of all won’t begin until every Mystic Organ has been fully nurtured by its candidate. Until then, no Mystic being will interfere with another. Not even the Mystic Brain holder, I believe."
With that assurance and a new, towering goal burning in his chest, Chen Mo decided to exit the Tomb.
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Five years had passed since Chen Mo entered the Tomb of Heavenly and Demons.
The Orthodox and Unorthodox Alliances had grown weary of waiting.
Most believed him dead, swallowed by the Tomb’s curses, his corpse long turned to dust among forgotten treasures.
For formality’s sake, a screw of cultivators remained stationed at the entrance: rotating shifts of bored sentries, half-hearted patrols, and detection arrays that had grown dusty from disuse.
Then, after five long years, the Tomb finally opened.
A low rumble shook the valley. Ancient runes flared once more, blue light cracking through obsidian stone.
The rift tore wide, releasing a wave of dense, otherworldly qi that made the air shimmer like heat haze.
And from it stepped Chen Mo.
His hair had grown long, sweeping past his shoulders in dark waves that caught the sunlight.
He wore flowing robes of deep midnight silk, embroidered with faint golden inscriptions that pulsed subtly with restrained power.
His chipped blade, reforged by Vault’s hands, hung at his side, its edge gleaming with an unnatural, star-like sheen, no longer broken but reborn.
"It’s... it’s Chen Mo!" one of the cultivators cried out, voice cracking in disbelief as he stumbled back from his post.
The entire watch team froze, weapons half-drawn, eyes wide.
"Chen Mo! Surrender!" the team leader barked, forcing bravado into his trembling voice. "Or we will capture you by force!"
Chen Mo didn’t even glance their way.
He walked forward, calm, unhurried, like they were nothing more than wind rustling grass.
His presence alone pressed against the air, a quiet, suffocating weight that made weaker cultivators’ knees buckle.
"You! How dare you ignore me?!" the leader roared, qi surging as he charged, sword raised high.
"Huh?"
Before the man could close within a meter, his head slid sideways, cleanly severed from his neck.
It tumbled to the ground with a wet thud, eyes still open in shock. Blood sprayed in a brief arc before the body crumpled.
"Leader!" the others screamed, staring at Chen Mo in frozen horror.
He didn’t pause. Didn’t acknowledge the corpse.
He simply continued walking, robes whispering against the stone, blade untouched and gleaming.
The remaining cultivators stood rooted, terror rooting them in place.
Not one dared move.
Not one breathed too loudly.
They watched in silence as Chen Mo descended the valley path and vanished into the mist below.
