Dreambreaker Chapter 92: Doors [2]

Chapter 92: Doors [2]

Ethan's words pierced the air, loaded with regret and anger—"Alaric Cross, that man. I don't trust him....him or the Central Union."

"I deduced that much myself about the involvent of the Central Union. But why do you feel that way about Alaric, uncle?" I asked.

Ethan's gaze t mine, filled with a hint of remorse. "After your father's mysterious disappearance, or as they labeled it—'death's, Alaric Cross never once ca to see you."

Ethan clenched his fists tightly. "But your father used to speak of Alaric as his friend. Why would a friend not even bother to pay a single visit to Aurelius's only son after his death?" Ethan let out in a disdainful voice.

His nails dug in his flesh and an undeniable emanation of potent mana surrounded him, causing the ground beneath us to shake in response.

"Uncle..."— I warned gently, reaching out to place a calming hand on his shoulder.

The tension in the air swiftly dissipited

Ethan took a deep breath, visibly exerting control over his emotions—"I am sorry", he exhaled.

"At what point did you begin to doubt that.. central union was... involved? "—I asked.

I knew that this was a touchy topic for him.

But, I couldn't afford to concern myself with his emotions at the mont.

What I needed were answers.

I was overwheld with nurous hypotheses, but without any concrete evidence to solidify them into theories, it felt like my mind would erupt like an exploding volcano.

A mont of silence passed before Ethan began to speak again—"After your father's death, Alaric did co to see once", he divulged.

"At that ti, he was far from being recognized as the strongest human. But mysteriously, after your father's passing..." His voice trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.

My mind raced to connect the dots, completing Ethan's unfinished sentence—"He grew exponentially stronger within just a couple of years and eventually ascended to beco the head of the Central Union", I completed the sentence for him.

In this world, Alaric Cross assud leadership of the Central Union in year 2006, a re three years after the tragic death of Noah's parents.

"You ntioned that he visited you once after my father's death. Why? "

"He ca to check if your father had left anything behind before his death. And as I was his close friend, he thought maybe there would be sothing intended for ", Ethan explained.

"Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for , your father left nothing behind. Once Alaric discovered this, he never bothered to check on us again. Not even once... and we used to believe he was a friend. Then, just three years later, he was suddenly declared as the new head of the Central Union."

"What bothered was how did Alaric, who was only A rank, before the death of your father, ascend to an SSS rank? That also in just two years?"

"...." ,only silence escaped .

The puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place, providing glimpses of what might have transpired. Yet, at the back of my mind, an alternate hypothesis lingered—a connection between my transmigration and...

"It's true that your father left nothing behind for "— Ethan reiterated, causing to stop my train of thoughts and look at him.

He continued, "But he did leave sothing behind. Not for , but for you."

"For ? "—I asked a little puzzled.

"Your father possessed qualities that people like Alaric could never have, Noah. He was more than just a man—he was a visionary. I believe he had glimpsed into the future long before any events unfolded. He knew that if the day ever ca when he no longer walked this world, soone would co searching for the remnants he left behind. And so, he devised a safeguard to protect his cherished possessions from the prying eyes of the greedy", Ethan proclaid, his voice filled with admiration.

With a sense of solemnity, he continued, "He entrusted with sothing to pass on to you—a precious gift, and also a ssage he left behind."

As he spoke, Ethan reached into thin air, producing a ring that materialized before us. Strange letters entwined in golden inscriptions, reminiscent of ancient runes, began to appear in the air around the ring, almost as if they were threads holding it in place. Just as mysteriously as they had appeared, the inscriptions dissipated, vanishing into thin air.

It was evident that Ethan hadn't used a dinsional bracelet to retrieve the ring.

Suddenly, Ethan's gaze locked onto , his eyes probing the depths of my soul with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

Then, in a voice that seed almost too calm, he asked : "Are you from 2393?"

In that very mont, my pupils dilated.

For monts everything beca vivid.

My heart, as if possessed by a wild force, began to pound rcilessly against my chest, its rhythm so powerful it felt as though it might shatter my fragile rib cage.

"W-what...?"— I stamred, my mind struggling to process the current situation.

'He knows! How does he know?! This... can't be...'

Thump!— Thump!— Thump!—The sound of my own heartbeat rang loudly in my ears, drowning out all other senses.

It felt as though the world had montarily ceased its ceaseless motion, leaving suspended in a surreal silence.

Blood rushed to my head, causing it to spin with a dizzying mix of fear and confusion.

A torrent of questions raced through my mind, swirling and colliding with one another, leaving teetering precariously on the edge of comprehension.

"To the other Noah Grey, from the year 2393", Ethan spoke, breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped us.

With a brief pause, he extended the ring towards .

"That was his ssage", Ethan spoke.

"I don't know what it ans... but he instructed to give it to you"—he added, gently patting my shoulder for reassurance.

"Yeah? " I responded, carefully hiding my surprise from before.

'He doesn't know', I thought to myself.

A cool of relief washed over .

'Right... he doesn't know.'

My heart beat began to slow down.

Carefully, I accepted the ring from Ethan's outstretched hand, its silver surface glinting in the dim light.

Runic letters elegantly encircled the band, and a peculiar S-shaped pattern adorned its inner part.

Gazing at the intricate design, a wave of inexplicable nausea washed over , though I dismissed it as re exhaustion from sleep deprivation.

Yet, an underlying sense of familiarity clung to the recesses of my mind, as if I had seen the exact S-pattern sowhere, before.

"What is it?"— I inquired, examining the ring, delicately holding it between my index and thumb.

"Your father crafted this ring, drawing inspiration from dinsional bracelets. It functions as a storage device, much like its counterpart, with the ability to hold the equivalent of a thousand square feet of area."

A skeptical furrow ford on my brow, questioning the validity of Ethan's claim regarding the ring's storage capacity.

"Wait a minute", I interjected, my voice laced with doubt. "The most advanced dinsional bracelets in this world barely offer a ager 100 square feet of storage space. And those would cost a fortune"

"Are you serious about this ring's storage capacity?" I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged his shoulder, "Even I had a hard ti believing it. I don't just call your father a genius for nothing"

"What's inside it?"

Ethan shook his head, "I don't know. I've never tried to open the ring. The ring is specially enchanted, designed in a way that only you can open it."

I instinctively attempted to infuse the ring with mana, intending to unlock it.

"Don't try to open it now. It won't work"—Ethan let out.

"What? Why? "—I asked.

"Your father enchanted in such a way that only after you reach 18 years of age, only then can you can open it."—Saying so Ethan stood up from the bench.

"Let's head ho. Your sisters will be coming back soon"

***

[1 day later, in the outskirts of Vyoma forest.]

"Jas, dodge!"— a coarse, weathered voice urgently warned, as a steel flamite lunged at Jas Reeves, its intentions sinister and deadly.

The steel flamite, a sleek black cheetah-like creature with piercing blue eyes, was a D ranked monster.

Its maw could unleash silvery white flas, capable of obliterating anything in their path, with an unstoppable fervor once ignited.

Moreover, with age, a steel flamite could grow to possess the strength equivalent to a formidable B ranked monster.

And now, in this mont, a steel flamite soared towards Jas, causing the earth to tremble with its leap.

Reacting with lightning speed, Jas instinctively grabbed hold of the creature's neck, its jaws nacingly open just inches away from his face.

However, his temporary respite was short-lived, as a swirling white sphere of fire manifested within the beast's mouth, ready to reduce Jas to re charcoal in an instant.

Jas's eyes quickly changed from their ordinary brown color to a vivid glowing green as the fireball in the monster's mouth, disappeared from existence. It was as if the energy of the fireball was sucked out.

Gone was the cheerful deanor Jas typically carried, replaced with an air of indifference and an icy coldness that seed to seep from his very being.

Had this always been Jas's true nature?

Or was this newfound deanor a facade, concealing his hidden depths?

His vibrant, glowing green eyes scanned the monstrous creature before him,unimpressed, uninterested.

Looking at the monster Jas uttered a single word, dripping with disdain, "Insect."

And as if in response to his re disdainful proclamation, a peculiar green aura enveloped the creature, reducing it to nothing more than fine dust.

A once mighty beast eradicated as if it were a re insignificant bug.

Witnessing this spectacle, the old man beside him couldn't help but exclaim, "You've grown stronger."

Seemingly unperturbed by his newfound power, Jas casually inquired, his voice stripped of any emotion, "How much longer until we arrive there?"

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