Chapter 223: Alexander

In Kladis’ moment of crisis, a voice boomed as though it was a thunder that clapped from a far distant land and only reached their ears this time.

However, there were faint fluctuations that begun to spread from that distant city where a desperate defense was currently happening.

It was indeed very faint… at first… but as that sound came and spread, Siva could hear that the voice did indeed came from the city.

It wasn’t clear at first, but it only took a moment for the volume to rise and the words to build up until eventually, it was possible to make out what that voice had spoken.

“–NOUGH!”

“What?” Siva thought he misheard it.

It was only one word, but it can’t even be considered as one.

“Nough?” Is it a musical note? He asked himself.

But his gaze was attracted to Kladis and that latter’s expression was of surprise as well.

And before he could even add more curious ideas to his surprise, the rest of the jumbled words came onto their direction.

“–SEL OF….”

“VA…”

“–NOUGH!”

Sivas mind reeled.

The voice came from the city’s direction, and as it went along that distance, bouncing off the sound medium, from wall to wall, until outside the city, through the plains, and to the forest that surrounded Alexandria… until their very location where he now held Kladis’ head…

It caused the trees and the ground to shake, and he could feel that his own body… was actually, uncontrollably, trembling.

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As the moment passed by, it wasn’t only him who was hearing it right now. Apparently, everyone else; from the media’s hired player-agents, to the spectators, to the animals, to the monsters, to the soldiers, and to the members of The Legion who watched anxiously back on their castle wall, all of them now heard that booming declaration.

It was as if something from the city… woke up!

Even as the forest seems to tremble, the sound still travelled through and swept across the far distant lands beyond the forest.

The sky appears to sway and in a brink of collapse as the beasts that filled the lands began to roar as if to celebrate an advent.

Everything shook in an astonishing fashion as the sound of that voice and its full intent seem to get closer and closer, its message becoming clearer and clearer by each moment that passed.

By the time it could be heard somewhat more clearly, the sound… or rather, the rest of the words… had actually changed!

What Siva now heard sounded more like a mutter of some sorts, “ves… of si… enou!”

“VES…”

“OF SI…”

“ENOU…” Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

Just now, it almost didn’t sound like a sentence but he was sure as hell that it was some form of words.

The wind seems to scream as it accompanied the arrival of these next set of words.

It passed through the thickness of the trees and through the cover of the tall grasses, the roaring monsters were hen blanketed and the thundering echo of the sound became louder and louder… closer… louder… clearer… until it shook the lands in Siva’s immediate vicinity.

Now, by the time it reached his location, the explosive intent and the sound of the words came at his face like a surging heat of a furnace.

“VESSEL OF SIVA THAT’S ENOUGH!!!”

—–—–THAT’S ENOUGH!

——AT’S ENOUGH!

—S ENOUGH!

–ENOUGH!

NOUGH!——

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–OUGH!

–—NOUGH!!

–——ENOUGH!!!

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“THAT’S ENOUGH!!!”

BOOM!

The sound, no, the words the voice had spoken echoed endlessly into Siva’s mind, accompanied by a violent explosion of intent that could shake the heavens!

It was like the wind was also angry at him as it battered his face and made his eyes squint as to not let the dust clouds that flew violently at his direction to get into it.

Even the trees fell and were knocked over!

It’s like… from his view, even the rainclouds had been wiped away from those five simple words.

Siva raised his hands to protect his face from the storm of an intent that battered his very being. It wasn’t like anything else he had ever experienced.

Perhaps the only thing he could think of that had a might of ‘repulsion’ as strong as this… was that endless blizzard that continuously stormed over that mountain peak.

Now that he thinks about it… ever since he met that mountain ape, he had been continuously bugged out about something:

Why do I feel that I am in the center of something in regards to the history of Terroa?

He had his doubts.

The strange memories, the visions, that one unforgettable dream… then Volt and Thorn’s accounts of a ‘Siva’ that existed on a certain time in Terroa that had his face(s); one was unconscious while the other… had the power to render the Mefisto version of him to dust in just one single strike.

—the one that everybody in Terroa is calling the one connected to a Grand Quest.

So now, he remembered.

This feeling… “It was the same!”

Due to his heightened senses, he could feel strands of bluish-white energy drifting off from the distance… from the direction of Alexandria.

“It’s the same pressure that came from that mountain ape! So this… this is… a true immortal!”

BOOM!

Apparently, the words spoken had always been this simple sentence, ordering him to stop and it even named him as “vessel of Siva” which he found rather… weirdly revolting.

But then, realizing that the words were spoken a distance away from him and what he was hearing are mere echoes and not actually the ‘person’ in front of him, he could only shiver at the thought of ever facing a real Immortal of this alternate world that could overturn oceans with a word.

Mountains and rivers rocked until they deformed, and a hurricane of visibly frightening gusts of wind swept the lands as if to flip the world over.

It was but a single phrase and yet it domineered over him and the lands around him, sending a single thought to run through his mind:

Whoever this Immortal was… he isn’t a friend!

One sentence toppled the lands and forest around him were battered to the point that the immediate kilometer around had become a barren wasteland devoid of any greenery.

One sentence decimated everything.

One sentence caused the instant desolation of an entire kilometer of an area.

One sentence… to prove how powerful and mighty a true Immortal were!

That single phrase terrified the heavens, causing the rainclouds to twist and churn as though it was being assaulted by a strong tempest.

After that one single phrase was uttered, the world around Siva… had been destroyed!

He looked around him and saw all this.

Just around 10 seconds ago, he was in the middle of a forest, about to torture a nemesis that threatened Baron and almost raped Amanda.

Now, however, he was in a barren land, with the subject of his loathing now either unconscious or already dead, with the knife still stabbed on his cheeks and his face still bleeding, head lowered down.

Siva faced the horizon towards the city, inhaled deep, and then bellowed: “Who are you?”

There was no reply.

A few seconds later, the booming voice rung again and Siva felt that this time, it was directly delivered to him from the skies and not in the manner that it created a storm of wind just now:

“Your existence is unwelcomed….welcomed… elcomed… comed… but this God Knight is tasked… is tasked… to deal with you… deal with you… eal with you… so as both dignified men… nified men… fied men… I will also challenge you on a duel!”

BOOM!

The last phrase boomed on his mind like thunder and it carried a pressuring intent enough to make Siva almost bend down and kneel.

But he gritted his teeth and roared angrily, “Who do you think you are to just challenge someone on a duel?! I’ve had enough of all of your shits!”

“YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!!!”

BOOM!

Again, the voice carried with it an intent that was enough to shake Siva’s soul. This intent was not like anything that he could imagine a computer AI could actually accomplish.

The mysteries that revolve around this alternate world is just so large that a mere glance at the smallest of these mysteries was enough to shake the oceans with aircraft carriers or perhaps overturn the countries of the real world with armies marching off toward Panorama Corp. to steal these real-world-applicable mysteries.

“I have a choice!” Siva roared furiously. “You are just… an insignificant existence in front of me so who do you think you are to challenge me?!”

Siva almost blurted, out of anger, that this voice was just an artificial intelligence… thus the short hesitation. But still, the second part of his speech also surprised even himself.

For one, he himself was just a conman pretending to be an Elder God.

But then, just as he wanted to bury this shame in his heart, the voice rung again: “You have no choice… have no choice… no choice… o choice… for if you decline my challenge… my challenge… y challenge… I will tell the world about how you are pretending to be Elder God Donar!”

This time… there was no booming intent.

Alas, even that overbearing presence of the voice doesn’t exist on that statement. Siva could even feel that underneath this seemingly loud and godly voice… was a sense of shame… to the same degree that he felt.

He could even feel that he was being blackmailed right at this moment.

This thought, as soon as it emerged in his mind, became a thunder of firm suspicion.

And Siva voiced this suspicion in a curse.

“You’re blackmailing me…!!!”

“I do not… do not… do not…”

“Yes you are!”

“No I don’t… no I don’t… o I don’t…”

Siva paused for a moment and yelled, “Yes you are! You’re just a bored ghost that wanted to spar against me, and using whatever excuse you have, even blackmailing me, just to get some selfish excitement in your boring life!”

“……”

“…”

The pause between the two lasted for a moment before Siva beamed a smile but did his best to dispose any signs of it.

“So I was right…”

“NO YOU’RE NOT!!!”

BOOM!

Again, there was that intent. But even though it was making his head hurt, Siva knew that he had won this round.

Still, the fact remains that some of his suspicions are true. Aside from the fact that this is a bored NPC that will resort to this shameful blackmailing attempt to get a duel with him, he also realized that these NPCs of the world… aren’t as ignorant to the manners of modern humans at the slightest as they majority thought.

The voice continued, its intent booming with authority and overbearing deterring pressure, “I am God Knight Alexander! As an honorable Immortal in the service of the Great Creator of this Universe, you should be honored that I am the one asking a mere vessel like you to a duel of might! Accept, and you shall be rewarded the honor being in the presence of true and genuine Immortal… deny… and I shall make sure that the world will chase a false god to be condemned!”

This imposing statement was really mind-bogglingly… hard to imagine…

Siva had just really been blackmailed up front and the one who did was a shameful Immortal…!

He gritted his teeth and stomped the ground. He punched the sword puppet but it only turned its head like a real puppet and reacted no more.

“Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!! FUUUUCK!!!” Siva pointed his middle finger to the sky, “You just wait, you damned ghost! I will make sure you regret messing with me!”

The booming presence disappeared and Siva felt the wind and the sky turn to normal.

In his vision, it was day but he was sure that at the vision of the other people, it was night.

The eternal night of Akhenaton!

But just as he felt that the intent have retreated, its fleeting voice rung again on his ears.

“Vessel of Siva, I give you an hour. After that, I will come to you bearing the challenge to a duel between men!”

Siva glared at the heavens, “Bring it on!”

And the intent was gone.

*****

Back in the Temple in the mountains, inside the sealed chamber, a shadow of the God Knight stepped forth in the same location he used to stand as if space wasn’t an issue and that his silent sanctuary wasn’t even sealed.

He looked at the direction of the east without hesitation and although his eyes seem to shine with the same unfathomable light of immortality, he knew that his very actions just now were seen and his intentions candidly clear.

If his head gear was part of his face, it should be blushing right now out of shame and bashfulness.

He cleared his throat. “It’s a rear chance for me so I… uh… ehem. I will make sure to do the task properly.”

*****

Far away, in the mountain top in Xinjiang, Janus turned away from the direction of the city and sighed and laughed, “He really was bored.”

And then focused his gaze and waited.

In front him, a hovering black dragon ship, the mother and the original model of all the Garuda-Class Warships in production…

The real Garuda

As it hovers there 1km away in front of him, nine figures hovered in the sky led by a black clad individual who seem to walk the air without a need of a flight gear.

This one man… was Mefisto.

He stepped forth and spoke, “Father had spoken and he demands your head, Brahma. He is very displeased of your actions against his wish.”

Janus chuckled, “Let him be disappointed. I am actually furious about his actions as well.”

“HOW DARE YOU SPOKE OF FATHER LIKE THAT?! HE CREATED YOU AND ME!!! YOU SHOULD OBEY HIS WISHES!”

“I am not a puppet and I saw how this world was born and evolved into its current state. He is not a real citizen of this world so how can he understand of the pain and suffering Terra felt when he sent you to kill us? In the end, it is you had given birth to your own nightmare. He may be sleeping now but you can be rest assured that once he wakes up, you’re the last person he will unleash his wrath upon.”

Mefisto’s body was shaking from anger.

It was at this point that ten blobs of head-sized black matter formed around him. One of them, morphed into a greatsword two meters in size.

He pointed the tip at Janus and declared, “Today is the day you perish by my hand.”

Janus smiled, “I don’t think so.”