“This power…” Naz’Tor muttered, shaking off his shock. “How in the na of… It shouldn’t be possible… What’s in your hand… Pure destruction… The corruptive aura… The feeling of hunger… It’s pure Void. There’s no mistaking that. How?”
“Ruination,” Leo corrected. “That’s what the System calls it. For now, it’s just a minor affinity, but well… I’ve had it for quite so ti now.”
Naz’Tor’s upper body trembled. “This doesn’t make any sense. No one has ever wielded an aspect like this before. Why would it change now? Why you? No! Wait! Don’t answer that. First, just tell , what is the quality ranking of this trait?”
That’s not the question I expected. He furrowed his brow. Why did the System’s assigned quality even matter? Still, he decided to answer. “Void. That’s all. No idea where that falls in the ranking.”
Naz’Tor laughed, but it lacked its usual warmth. It sounded hollow. “Because Void quality doesn’t exist! Or at least I have never heard of it… What you possess is sothing more than unique, possibly stronger than divine. There’s no doubt about that.”
Yeah, I figured as much myself. No normal affinity should be able to kill Voidlings on the sa level as in one attack while destroying my body at the sa ti. And then there are its other abilities…
Leo shook his head as the mory of the corrupted Blessed Emissary flashed in his mind. “You asked how I got it. The truth is th—“
“Stop!” Naz’Tor shouted, jumping up. “Don’t say anything yet. Wait!”
The rchant darted around the counter and disappeared through the door behind it. Leo blinked, unsure what had just happened. Monts later, the light in the entire shop dimd slightly as green, web-like patterns began spreading across the walls. They slowly crept over every other surface before flashing once.
He waited, expecting sothing more—but nothing else happened. The glowing webs remained, bathing the shop in a soft, eerie light. Like always, he tried to Identify this new phenonon, only for the skill to fail yet again.
“Just what the hell is going on?” he mumbled, his body tense, ready to spring up at a mont’s notice. As much as he trusted Naz’Tor, that trust only ran so deep before it broke.
“There! Much better,” the rchant exclaid as he stepped back into the main part of the shop. “Sorry about that, kid. While I doubt anyone could have been listening in on us before, I wanted to make sure.”
Leo’s shoulders sagged, the tension draining out of him. He very much preferred this Naz’Tor to the all-serious version of him from a few minutes ago. However, with the subject of Ruination hanging over their heads, that could change again soon.
“What is this?” he asked instead, gesturing to the glowing spiderwebs. “So kind of protection system?”
The rchant nodded, returning to his seat. “A highly advanced security ward. I paid a fortune to set it up, but in tis like those, it sure proves its worth. You never know when soone decides to listen to you from a world away.”
“That’s possible?”
Naz’Tor huffed. “Of course it is. So creatures out there specialize in spying on others. I had the displeasure of eting a few of them. Creepy bunch, I tell you.”
Leo grimaced. “Great… Professional stalkers, that’s what I was missing in my life. Can you even hide from them?”
“I wouldn’t worry too much, kid, at least not yet. Stealth abilities—passive and active ones—and items are usually enough to make their job difficult. It’s much harder to spy on a person than a limited area. My shop, being what it is, draws so unwanted attention.”
That made a lot of sense in hindsight. Naz’Tor called himself a top rchant in his faction, so he had to be sowhat famous in the Void. As for Leo, he was just an unknown from Earth. Sure, he possessed Nikra’s shard and wielded Ruination, but almost nobody knew about that. Until the word spread, he should be safe from those stalkers.
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Or so he hoped.
“But let’s forget about those nuisances,” the rchant continued. “You have a story for , and I would like to hear it. Please, give your hand.”
Leo stiffened at the sudden request and glanced at the tentacle extended toward him. Nyx stirred in his lap, also eying Naz’Tor warily. Still, he was already committed—to back off now would be foolish.
Here goes nothing. He took a deep breath and laid his palm upon the tentacle. To his surprise, a System notification instantly appeared in front of him.
Naz’Tor of the rchant faction offers you a System-binding Vow of Silence. Everything said and done between you two in the next 2 hours will remain a secret unless both sides agree otherwise.
Do you accept?
Huh? Vow of Silence? He looked up at the rchant, quirking an eyebrow. “That’s a skill or what?”
“One granted by my job. Very useful in certain situations.”
“Like this one,” Leo muttered, giving the notification his full attention again. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.
With that, he gave the System his consent and instantly felt a pull on his Essence. It dived out without his input, sinking into the rchant’s tentacle. At the sa ti, a gray energy escaped out of the alien’s limb and entered his palm. It flowed down to his soul, where it settled, waiting.
Vow of Silence is now active. Ti Left: 1:59:55
So this is it. Leo gulped, leaning back into his chair. “Looks like it’s my turn… What do you know about Nikra?”
That got Naz’Tor’s attention. “A powerful but dead ancient goddess. One of the six Old Ones. So say she was at least partially responsible for the start of the Outbreak cycle. Whether that’s true, nobody knows for sure. Not that many survivors even care or know about the Old Ones. Their ti had long since passed. Only Geron is sowhat active through his people.”
Leo held back a wince. “Yeah… that’s not entirely accurate. I don’t know much about the other four”—true enough—“But Nikra? She might have died, but not without leaving a few pieces of herself behind.”
“You found one.” Naz’Tor imdiately caught on. “She is how you gained this power.”
He nodded. “She was the Old One of Darkness and Void. I have a shard of her living inside . The System made it into a mutation.”
Silence fell upon them for a mont.
“Now things are finally starting to make sense,” the rchant finally muttered. “I have been wracking my brain, trying to understand why Geron would bother with such an insignificant planet. Now I understand… It’s all because of you.”
Leo grimaced. “When you put it like that, it does sound bad.”
Naz’Tor chuckled. “No worries, kid. I ant nothing by that. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to hear more about this power of yours. How exactly did you get it? And why do you need the Seeds of Divinity for it?”
This ti, Leo hesitated only for a second before retelling his short but quite complicated story. He had to leave out so stuff—for example, the rchant didn’t need to learn about his conversation with Nikra—but overall, Naz’Tor now knew only a bit less than Lily did.
He needed allies, and for now, only the alien before him proved to be a good candidate. However, his eting with the System would have to remain a secret for the ti being.
“As for why I need the Seeds of Divinity?” Leo said as he neared the end of his story. “Ruination is killing with every use. My body and soul can’t handle it. Even the System warned .”
“And the seeds can stabilize and strengthen you,” Naz’Tor sumd up. “I understand. They had been used in a similar way before, but usually, a single seed is enough. For you to need at least three…”
“That’s what the System told in the warning. I don’t plan to ignore it.”
The rchant groaned. “Yes, yes, I get it. Trust , kid, I do. But you want to hunt godlings. Alone!”
Leo frowned. “Is it really that difficult?” The System wouldn’t have presented it as an option if it were impossible—or so he thought.
“For soone experienced? Soone stronger than you? No. Once the Void Gates open wide enough, God Slayers treat it like a sport—competing to see who can kill more godlings in the new universe.”
“So there is a chance, right?” he prodded.
Naz’Tor sighed. “There is, but it won’t be easy. Most universal gods are sowhere around the D to C rank. You can barely match the weakest of them. One wrong move, and you’re dead.”
Leo snorted. “Like that’s sothing new. I’ve been dancing with death since the Outbreak began. Why change it now?”
“There is no convincing you against it, is there?” The rchant stated more than asked.
Nonetheless, he nodded again. “I have to do this. Ruination is too powerful to give up.”
Naz’Tor’s tentacles went limp as he slumped in his chair. “Fine, kid. I will help you, but we’re doing this my way. Understood?”
“Got it.”
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