The Absolute: Humanity's Second Chance - 102 Get A Hobby
It’s speed was still quite fast, and appeared within cloud level in a flash, pausing to look down and appreciate the natural beauty of this planet.
“This place is not half bad. But its also not as beautiful as our home.” It thought, sensing millions of people within the the nation it was hovering above.
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Such a perspective was a first for Flint, who grew up within the woods and within Falsar. So high leveled technology was not something he was much aware of.
“…I take that back. This place is really beautiful. It’s amazingly fresh and new.” The clone thought, instantly appearing within the streets of one of the many cities of this nation.
The sorounding Silex were first shocked at the appearance of the clone. But moments later, they ignored its presence and went about their daily lives.
To them, technology could replicate everything that occurred. The massive blanket of light that just appeared, and the strange appearance of a humanoid being made out of flames.
Their technology could replicate it all, and hence they let it slide. But the higher ups of this city were facing an unbelievable dilemma at this moment.
“Co‐Commander… what, what must we do?” A Silex asked the commander from before, who had black lines accumulating on his aged face.
“…”
No response came from him. He knew that no matter what he did, the nations that could pinpoint that Flint’s clone was here, would attack without remorse.
They would not mind sacrificing tens of millions of lives, just for their own safety. Especially those that were originally rival or enemy nations of their own.
“Haaa… We are dead.” He thought, and his subordinates froze in shock and fear.
They knew the obvious path, but hoped that their commander had different plans. Unfortunately, that was not the case. They were going to die.
But would Flint’s clone allow that? Was it ready to face the brutal nature of a race that was not one of his own, or of a human like Damien?
Was it ready to meet a race exposed to their desires, and allowing them to control them? A race far more treacherous than the Khloris Troll race. Was it?
Flint himself, the original body, would not know of that as of yet, because right now, Damien opened his eyes once more, a powerful sea of grey spreading around him.
He then stood up, and unfurled his wings, that seemed more physically connected to his body than before. They were like an angel’s wings, but every feather was made out of silver metal.
After unfurling them, they greedily swallowed the 1% comprehension of the Universal Law of Ashes, increasing the brilliance and lustor on them.
A moment later, they were retracted, and absorbed into his flesh. The artifact was now physically bonded with him, and was using his blood and immense Mana to baptize itself.
“You’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting for ages.” Flint flew towards Damien and said. But Damien ignored him and his antiques.
It’s only been two months. And in space, it’s barely observable how many days go by. Plus, he was not yet done. “Give me a few more days. I’ll tend to you.”
He said, taking out a set of full body armor, that was completely pitch black, as if forged at the bottomless pits of the Abyss.
It was the Death God’s Armament, a Godly grade treasure. Usually, no mortal could bear the weight of equipping a Godly grade treasure.
It came with severe side effects. But Damien believed in himself. He believed that his [Ascendant Foundation] Unique Ability, that was kept active at all times, gave him a unique physiology of his own.
Gods were not the only ones Unique. Dragons, angels, demons, devils and other well known races have variations that are considered at the level of gods.
An example would be battle angels, or rare attributed dragons like time dragons and space dragons. So whose to say humans can’t have their own godly variation.
‘I’ll be the first. And once I’m done, I’ll create a path of ascension for humans past the Saint Profession.’ He thought, ardoning the Godly artifact.
But all that aside, the reason he wore it, was to increase his Affinity towards Death. At the same time, he was increasing his Affinity to Concealment through the Devil’s Gown.
When he was done, which of course took more of their time, Damien put away the Death God’s Armament. “Alright. I’m done. What did you need?”
“…Nothing. I got it all sorted.” Flint replied, albeit listlessly. “…Alright then. Shall we go back now?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Flint bloomed once more, and just like that, Damien took out a scroll of teleportation, and activated it. He was now down to two left.
Flint held onto him, and they disappeared from the void, and back to the passage way of the labyrinth/dungeon.
The void was then left lifeless once more. Especially so, when someone compatible with it left just like that.
Meanwhile, back at the passage way, The Primordial Source appeared just as the duo appeared as well.
[ Have you thought it through, anomaly? ]
It asked, and Damirn nodded. “Hm. I’m not doing it.” And he laid out his response, plain, blank and apathetic as always.
[ The response was unexpected. Is our reward not worth it, anomaly? ]
“Yes. But more importantly, I’m not strong enough.” Damien said, then turned to Flint and added. “Alright, let’s go. We’ll be flying back home now.”
“Now?” Flint paused in surprise. “Wait wait wait, we are not going to adventure some more? We won’t go deeper into this caravan or whatever it is? No? Seriously, no?”
“No.” Damien said. At the same time, he left, facing the entrance of the cave.
[ Anomaly, are really sure of your response? The Fate of humanity will deteriorate at this rate ]
“I wonder why you care. Aren’t you supposed to be an entity beyond reason and emotions? Act like it then.” Damien said, not giving it much respect.
[ …You seem awfully confident of us not obliterating you right now. Such disrespect would not be tolerated ]
“Then do it. Don’t be all talk.”
[ … ]
“…”
Even Flint was left speechless at this point. ‘Things are getting spicy already. But what got sir Damien in such a mood?’ He thought.
After a few minutes of walking, the duo arrived at the entrance and Damien unfurled his Wings of Endless Ash, and took off.
Flint’s feet erupted with flames, kicking him off the ground. And just like that, the both of them flew at light speed back towards Humanity’s settlement.
Or the intended direction.
[ Anomaly… ]
“It’s Damien. If you can’t spell it out, then go to sleep or find a better hobby.” Damien said, cutting off The Primordial Source once more.
As for why he was so daring? He knew from experience that The Primordial Source was a harmless entity. More like a naughty child than anything.
And most importantly, it was beyond emotions of those below it. Only the words of an entity at its level or above it, could ruffle it up.
Anything else, would be similar to a grown up man, feeling threatened by a newborn baby. All outer beings were almost like that. Almost.
[ You are not worthy of me calling you by your name, Anomaly ]
“Then so be it, Primordial.” He said.
And just like that, silence ensured between all three entities, as Damien and Flint flew back home. With their reserves of energy, they could keep this up for days on end.
The months spent within the Void, were also two days here, hence Damien was left with four days before his deadline of going back to Juliette was over.
They flew throughout the endless skies of Gaea, and that continued for two whole days, where Flint felt like more bored than he was in the Void.
‘I feel like we are almost there, yet far from there at the same time.’ He thought, wallowing within his own internal despair.
Meanwhile, Damien felt his Mana explosively increase once more. Within the Void, it had doubled twice, thanks to his bond with the Mana Heart. And again the past two days.
And now, it exploded by five times. It was moving closer to becoming truly infinite, even to someone like him, who knew that the infinity of mortals, was only finite for gods.
Hence with that knowledge, something infinite to him, would also be infinite to gods. Unfortunately, reaching that number would be nigh impossible.
Even Flint didn’t reach that number as well. “We are almost there. Just a couple of hours… and you’ll be meeting your fiancee.”
“…”
Flint felt the colors on his face, alongside his will of resistance, drain themselves like water going down the sink hole. ‘Oh shit… I had almost forgotten about that.’
‘Man… Fin will nag me to heaven. But her aside, damn man, Fou would swallow me to hell.’ And his thoughts immediately began piling up with negativity.
While Damien, was wondering what it was that Juliette had been up to these recent days.
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