Soul Of Negary

Translator: La0o9

This gem sword was part of the Soundless Cult’s secret stash, which contained the entirety of a certain era of cultists’ mana, by utilizing the magic ritual carved onto the surface of the sword, it could instantly infuse all of the sword’s mana into a person’s body.

Being stabbed by the sword, this zealous cultist’s life signs quickly dwindled. As he was a living being, his counterpart in the aspect of silence should be a non-living shadow; and his body after death should have a counterpart in the aspect of silence as a living creature.

This was the natural transition between life and death, but right at this very moment, when the cultist was lingering on the border of living and nonliving, the huge amount of warped mana caused him to undergo an unusual change: he was now no longer a living being, nor a non-living object.

Life and death had overlapped, combined with the rituals of the Soundless Cult, this cultist was gradually turned into a unique entity, which the Soundless Cult called their Saint.

He instinctively discovered the borders of both living and nonliving. The individual information from the two aspects of reality could both be observed by his current self. Being in his current state of existence, the Saint was actually observing the world from a ‘curved’ aspect of reality.

Information was always converging in this aspect of reality, due to the slight difference in the converging information, the worlds that resulted from them also differed, which manifested as different futures. After the Saint had separated himself from both life and death, the originally ‘linear’ world in his vision had become ‘curved’.

For this reason, he was able to utilize this ‘curve’ to observe the future information, seeing how reality would turn out under different circumstances.

In that instant, the Saint almost felt like he had become a God. It was such grand power that caused one to feel terrified by it, yet drawn to it at the same time.

However, the cultist’s faith was firm, he quickly understood that the strength he currently wielded belonged to his God. If he was only borrowing such power, then how great must his God who could freely wield such power be?

The Saint soon turned into a light blue shadow that hovered in the air with various images scrolling across this vision.

One of which showed the super plant quickly discovering the giant’s weakness and swiftly absorbing the giants, after which it borrowed the characteristic of the giants that overlapped between two aspects to truly make its way into reality, becoming a sentient living creature.

One of the images showed a certain giant undergoing mutation after being stimulated by the super plant, his body decayed into an undead that completely devoured the plant before turning on the Soundless Cult.

However, most of the images displayed the sight of the giants losing their footing during the stalemate, then eventually being killed by the super plant.

“The descent of God cannot be stopped by anyone, may silence be eternal!” the Saint devoutly declared as the blue glow around his body flickered and sent a flash of blue light into the giants on the field.

The giants could sense their crumbling bodies once again stabilizing. Among the countless possibilities, 90% of the time, the bodies of these giants that were formed using magic decayed from the deteriorating magic circuits, then eventually shattered.

However, there was still a 10% chance that they would continue to remain stable, so the Saint used his warped mana to aid these giants in maintaining this 10%.

At the same time, the Saint could also observe ahead of time where the plant roots would attack from, where there were the most roots, and where were the most crucial portions of roots.

Under this overwhelming informational advantage, the giants managed to salvage their losing trend, and even caused the plant to lose quite a few of its roots.

The scales of victory were now tilted in the Soundless Cult’s favor, and it was exactly this near-prophetic foresight that was considered by the Soundless Cult to be their trump card.

The Saint’s light blue shadowy figure slowly became dim, but this wasn’t anything to be concerned about. The Soundless Cult had created other Saints like him in the past, and according to their records, a Saint’s body should be able to retain their stability for 1 to 2 hours.

However, usually around half an hour at most, due to experiencing too many possibilities, these ‘Saints’ would gradually lose control over themselves, leading to their souls completely shattering.

That is how it should be.

How could a mortal observe two aspects at once, not to mention calculate them both?

The Saint coldly thought to himself.

If not for the power of God, my simultaneous observation of two aspects, not to mention the use of the curved aspect to observe future possibilities, would have already caused my consciousness to collapse.

More and more future images appeared in the cultist’s mind. The one inferior creature (Gluttonous Demon Ghost) whose consciousness was still retained would soon perish. The only thing that confused the Saint was that regardless of which future he chose, this inferior creature would always decide to immolate itself then spread the flames throughout the entire underground ruins.

However, that was merely an insignificant minor detail, as the cultist quickly saw more in the future, he saw the one with God’s awakened bloodline taking the Tree of Life’s sprout into himself.

In the futures the Saint foresaw, Chromie might successfully fuse with the Tree of Life, or he might fail, but due to the Saint’s interference, most of the possible futures had Soundless cultists arriving just in time to bring both Chromie and the Tree of Life back as offerings, through which they successfully awakened the slumbering God of Silence.

He saw the descent of God, but the course of events started to diverge from the Saint’s expectations. Whether it was the monster that suddenly appeared, or the altered ritual, or the changes in the one with God’s awakened bloodline, all of it caused the Saint to feel nothing but shock and fear.

“NO… THAT IS!!!?” the Saint felt his perception being shattered by what he witnessed, and madly went in search of other future images, silently attempting to interfere with them all. He tried changing the ritual, he prematurely used mana to affect Chromie, he sent out men to stop that monster before it could interfere.

But everything was futile, and the future simply continued to advance towards the direction he wanted to avoid.

At this point, the Saint seemed to hear the sound of turning gears. Just like he had used his informational advantage to aid and alter the future to fit the Soundless Cult’s needs, someone had used a method much more advanced than his own to determine that exact future.

…

Observing the originally normal Saint suddenly going insane and shouting in disbelief, the Grand Priest felt tense and immediately asked what happened in the future.

However, the Saint didn’t answer him, instead thoroughly going incorporeal before immersing himself into the ‘curved’ aspect.

Perhaps, the sight of God’s descent was too much for him to bear.

The Grand Priest consoled himself, after all, every Saint up to now would eventually go out of control, this one simply lost control a bit earlier than expected.

…

Moving around the ‘curved’ aspect, the Saint’s expression slowly turned mad, he couldn’t believe that to be the truth, nor did he want to.

Pushing open the door of a certain tree cove, the Saint continued to follow the sound of the gears and soon reached a wooden table.

That person was simply sitting on his chair, one hand holding the book he was reading, while his head leaned on the palm of the other.

A single cup of tea was placed on the far side of the wooden table, as if waiting for a guest to arrive.

The Saint appeared fearful, then jumped to another probable future, but regardless of where he tried to move, that person was still sitting in the same posture, with the same cup of tea seated right there.

Finally, the Saint timidly sat down on the chair next to the wooden table, trembling as his hand took the cup of tea. His current state was actually quite great, much better than the Saints before him. Even now, his body structure still hadn’t deteriorated, and if this state could be maintained, he would be able to permanently exist like this.

“Why? You’ve completely grasped my future in your hands, none of my foresight managed to escape your control” the Saint muttered in his near madness.

〖 So… 〗Negary put the book in his hand down, then smiled as he asked: 〖 Would you like to believe in a different God? 〗