Many sought to destroy him. It had only been ten years, so the search was still as intense as it was when it first began. Yet no one really had any liable information on the Supreme. Not this goddess. She knew who the Supreme was, and she didn’t seem to care about his death. From his interaction with her, she would rather that the boy was kept alive. That was why she had sought him out. She wanted the help of a god who felt the same- a god who didn’t want the boy dead. She had told him, “Keep him safe- no matter the cost. His destiny is greater than what you think.”
So Indra had come to this world. He had found everything as she said it. Nothing was out of place. Her foresight was incredible, for all what she had told him was true. He did what she asked, he observed the boy from the shadows. And with every year that passed, Indra’s fondness for the boy grew. It wasn’t his amazing progress that stunned the
“Shiva The Destroyer? Well, doesn’t he sound swell.” Indra ignored Mane’s mockery and went on to explain. “It is a moniker he earned after destroying many worlds. He cares about nothing and doesn’t work with logic. He is a dangerous entity. The current you is nothing but an ant before him. You will do well to remember to stay away from him.”Mane furrowed his brows in worry. It wasn’t pleasant news that he was being targeted by a god, and a rogue god at that. There was no way he would want to cross paths with this mad entity. Someone who took pleasure in destroying planets wasn’t an enemy to make when you were only an earth realmer.“But why does he want to kill me?” Mane wondered. If this god cared about nothing, then it should be safe to say that he wasn’t supposed to care about his status as a Supreme. So why was he being targeted?
Mane’s heart grew cold at Indra’s rebuke. The god wasn’t rebuking him per se, but Mane didn’t feel that way. Indeed, he wasn’t much different from the gods. He ignored others and had grown indifferent towards the life and death of the ‘common people’. Here he was, condemning the gods for their callous hearts when he was just as detached from his world as they were. Indra was right. To the people of this world, Hidden Cloak was a god. It was an organization that he had built. So technically, he was their god. Yet he had failed them, and he didn’t even realise that he had let them down.Over the years he had grown indifferent to the death of others. As long as they weren’t related to him in any way, he didn’t care whether they lived or they died. Even in the simulation chamber, he killed and took lives as frequently as leaves fell off a tree during the Fall. And this was done in the
“It’s like I am some sort of magnet for gods.” Mane remarked bitterly. He was a mere mortal, yet there were two gods interested in him. One of them wanted to use him as a strengthening elixir, and the other just wanted his life.“It is because of who you are, Hidden Cloak” Indra remarked. His words enlightened the Supreme. He finally understood why Seth was after him. Indra mentioned that this god wanted him dead because of the organization he represents. Mane knew the organization in question now that he had heard Indra’s subsequent words. His identity as Hidden Cloak was threatening to only those of the Dark Kingdom. This identity was useless anywhere else in the world.“I thought Dark Kingdom was a small organization. How is it that they have a god behind them?” Mane pondered aloud.“Not a god- gods” Indra dropped a bombshell on
“The Dark Sword has the power to corrode the mind of all it touches. It leaves an avatar in every world it has encroached upon. Over the years it has brainwashed many people. That was how it got most of the talented people in the universe to serves its wishes. But it hasn’t explicitly targeted the gods so they can do nothing about it.” All these years Mane had wondered how it was possible for the Dark Kingdom to brainwash all those they captured. Initially he speculated that it was a member of the Northern Empire’s royal family. But he threw that idea out of his mind after doing some investigations and finding out that every member of the royal family was accounted for. Besides, the Dark Kingdom had be
“You’re right” Indra assented. “I didn’t find these out” he continued. “She did” Indra stepped to the side.With his body out of the way, Mane was able to see the lithe figure that stood behind the strange god. It was a woman. She was dark in complexion and had long wavy hair that cascaded down her back like a beautiful waterfall and stopped slightly below her slim and slender waist. Her hair fell onto her buttocks, yet even these beautiful strands couldn’t conceal the glorious arc of her buttocks. Although she wore a long robe, it did little to conceal her wonderful shape, only serving to exaggerate how amazing her curves were. The bulge of her chest was evidence of how well-endowed she was. Her lips were red, a stark contrast to her dark skin yet it complimented them more. Her wicked curves aside, her face was a work of art itself. It was almost as if all the artisans of the world had
The condition was just a single one, yet it was difficult for many to have such intelligence. Only with such high intelligence would one be capable of becoming a scholar. This was because the wielding manual for scholars was highly complex and difficult to perceive. Even more exasperating was that the manuals were very arrogant, and wouldn’t open up to anyone whom they perceived as unworthy. These unworthy people were usually those with intelligence below the benchmark. And their path was a bit different.Energy wielders and body wielders had one goal- to become strong in the body. They just used different means to achieve their goal. Spiritualists also sought to become strong. But this strength was aimed at the mind. Spiritualist sought to strengthen their minds so they could do so much more. Scholars sought to train their senses. It sounded lame, but it wasn’t. With heightened senses, scholars were able to avoid dangerous plac
“Why are you giving this to me?” Mane was excited to hear her words. He became a wielder because he needed the strength to protect his family. But like every other being blessed with intelligence that was above average, Mane sought to study everything the world had to offer. From the very first day he had learned about scholars, Mane had set it as his goal to become one. Yet he didn’t have the material to embark upon this unique path. Now he did.“Don’t worry. I am not going to ask you to take me as your master. You can consider it a gift- a first meeting gift.” Ananse’s pleasant voice assured Mane that she didn’t want anything from him. She knew what the boy was weary of. He was smart- people didn’t give anything for free. He needed reassurance that she wouldn’t ask anything of him after giving him the manual.“Besides, if I hadn’t given it to
Mane would have been surprised to find out that she even knew about his masters. Although Mane had promised that he wouldn’t inform anyone about their meeting, his masters weren’t dumb. The storage orb would be kept in Mane’s mind scape- a realm they had established themselves in. Although most of the masters didn’t know about her, one of them did. He would be able to smell her aura from the orb. Although she could dull the senses of most, this master was in a mind scape. It was a domain outside her control and only under the authority of the owner- Mane. She couldn’t wipe her aura from the orb either, for doing so will tamper with it. So the only option was to let Mane absorb all the knowledge here. That way, he wouldn’t have to take the orb with him. After a minute, the struggling boy finally calmed down. The pain that held him prisoner was gone, and all the information had been transferred. He opened his eyes after a while.