“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.
There was no mirror in this strange space; everything was white and bright, with no other color sharing in their radiance. Mane didn’t have anything he could use to check his reflection. There was no way he’d be able to see what they saw. Besides, the changes in his eyes had disappeared; they were back to normal now.“Have you ever heard the myth of the True Eyes?” Ananse asked. After Mane’s eyes returned to their normal color, Indra was finally able to pull himself out of his dazed state. He stood on the side and allowed Ananse to have her chat with Mane.“No, I haven’t. Do you care to enlighten me” Mane politely requested. “Since I asked you about it, I would naturally be willing to tell you about it.” Ananse nodded. She waved her hand, a movement that led to the appearance of three spotlessly white chairs in the already plain space. It was an action that
It wasn’t the same as being a god. Every god clan had its own stories about its origins and their vast history. And in all of their tales, almost none of them started out as humans. Even the primordial gods had different shapes and structures. It was only after several millions of years that gods had evolved to possess human bodies. It was impossible for them to accept that something that had happened to them after millions of years, had just appeared out of thin air in the form of an origin divine artefact. Indra was certain that if the other gods were to hear about this, most would lean towards the theory of the Absolute Ruler, rather than believe that this artefact occurred naturally. Their pride wouldn’t allow it.“I think you should continue your story.” Mane reminded. Ananse didn’t refute his statement, only nodding her head and doing as she was told. “As I mentioned earlier, this king was human- in
“He did choose successors in the end, but they weren’t origin divine artefacts. It was this decision- the decision not to choose a successor from his own people- that led to the Great War of Order and Chaos” Ananse finished.Mane could pretty much guess what happened next. The Origin King was powerful. His power over the space-time law made him invincible, allowing no one to question his wisdom and authority. Because of the King’s great power, his subjects were obedient during his reign. There was peace. So even polar opposites like the Book of Order and the Flames of Chaos were kept silent due to the King’s presence.Once this deterring factor was gone these natural enemies went after each other’s throats. Although they were generals under the reign of the King, they only got along because of the Origin King. Since origin divine artefacts can live forever, they never considered i