Leonora’s breathing was slow and steady.
Naless Death stood in silence for a few monts, watching her.
"Wake up," he said. "I know you’re not sleeping."
Leonora didn’t react.
She lay beneath the silver-leafed tree, curled up with her face half-turned away.
Naless Death clicked his tongue.
The reason he’d brought her into his shadow was simple.
’If Berserker won’t tell how to access my Cosmos,’ he thought, ’then I just need to ask soone else.’
Leonora continued her little act. Her breathing stayed rhythmic. Her presence stayed passive.
"If you keep this up, I’m going to grab your head and use mind control to make you contact your mother," he said plainly.
Still no movent.
He took one step forward.
The next mont, water exploded in front of him.
A dense, high-pressure stream of spinning liquid burst from her palm, sharp as blades and twice as fast.
It tore through the air like it could split the world in half. It crashed into him—
And scattered harmlessly as soon as it touched him.
Leonora leapt back, eyes fierce.
"Stay away from !"
She didn’t wait for a reply.
A flash of blue light surged behind her.
The lake rippled, the air thickened, and then the water surged upward as a massive shape erged.
A gigantic whale made entirely of compressed water mana.
A Spirit of Water.
Its eyes glowed deep sapphire as it hovered unnaturally above the lake’s surface.
Leonora raised both hands. The whale charged.
The creature opened its maw and released a deafening roar as a beam of condensed water mana shot out, crashing into Naless Death like a waterfall made of spears.
Again, nothing.
Naless Death exhaled through his nose and looked up at the whale.
"Can we talk now? I’m not going to harm you."
Leonora’s breathing was heavy, but her hands didn’t lower.
"Stay away!" she yelled. "You brought here to talk to the Supre of Water, right? You want to form a contract with her! I’m not having children with anyone!"
Naless Death’s lips twitched.
"I’m not planning to do that either."
She blinked, caught off guard by the answer.
"I only brought you here to talk," he added. "If there’s another way, I’d like to find it."
Leonora scoffed, still keeping her distance.
"The Supre of Water already said she won’t accept anything else. What makes you think you can negotiate?"
Naless Death didn’t reply. He simply stared at her.
Her expression twisted. She drew a sword from her mana, a narrow one with a silver-blue edge, and pointed it at him.
"Don’t co closer," she said. Her hands trembled. "I’ll kill myself if you take a step."
"What is wrong with you?" he said, exasperated. "I haven’t even done anything yet."
Leonora didn’t answer.
He sighed. "Look. I’m planning to give access to my Path directly to the Supre of Water and her people. There’s no need for you and to have children."
"No matter what you say," she began, "the Supre of Water won’t—"
She stopped.
"What did you say?"
"I’ll give her access to my Path directly."
Leonora stared at him like he’d grown another head.
She lowered the sword slightly.
"You are serious?"
"Yes."
"....What are you planning? You refused before but you are saying you will give her the access to the Path?"
"Planning? ? I’m not planning anything."
Naless Death gave her an innocent smile.
Her eyes narrowed. That smile was enough to confirm the opposite.
"You’re definitely planning sothing."
They stood in silence, locked in a long stare.
Eventually, Naless Death spoke again.
"Just call the Supre of Water," he said. "Or I’ll force you to do it."
Leonora’s expression twitched.
She knew he was right. He could definitely force her to do that.
She also knew he had shown far more patience than he needed to. Given the difference in strength between them, she was lucky he hadn’t already done exactly that from the start.
She grumbled sothing under her breath.
Then asked, almost shyly, "You’re really not going to try anything? No... children?"
"No," Naless Death said flatly.
She nodded, almost relieved. "Okay. I’m trusting you."
She closed her eyes.
A soft chant left her lips. Her voice was steady, even though her posture remained tense.
Naless Death stood nearby, watching.
’She did the sa last ti. This must be how you contact a Supre. Could I call the Supre of Darkness too like this, if I tried?’
After all, he was her Loved One.
Part of him was sure it would work.
But another part—the instinct honed by every battle, every step in his fragnted life—told him not to.
Sothing about calling her felt dangerous. Not just for him. For everything.
So he hadn’t done it.
Yet.
Leonora opened her eyes.
"She’s not responding."
Naless Death frowned. "What?"
"She’s not responding," she repeated, more firmly this ti.
"Why?"
Leonora hesitated, then said, "I think... it’s because you refused her last ti. She’s going to wait until the last second or probably more to make you more desperate for her help."
Naless Death stared at her.
"She is that petty?"
"She has a nasty nature," Leonora nodded. "The Supre of Water doesn’t like being rejected. So she’s going to let you sit here and squirm until the final mont."
Naless Death clicked his tongue, annoyed.
So that was it.
The Supre of Water likely knew how to access his Cosmos.
But she was waiting, and letting ti pass until his need outweighed his pride.
A power play.
She wanted him desperate enough to give in completely.
He clicked his tongue, turning his gaze to the sky.
So be it. If the Supre of Water wouldn’t answer now, he could wait.
"I’ll focus on building my Path until then," he murmured.
He turned around to go the forge and start creating the Womb of Devil that would be the foundation of his Path.
Leonora, who had been sitting in silence, finally spoke, "Where are you going?"
"To build my Path," he said plainly. "You can stay here. Do whatever you want until she decides to answer. When she does, co find . I’ll be on this land, in the far east. There’s a forge there."
Leonora blinked, surprised.
"Wait... then can you give so gas? I will be bored without them."
He paused. "Gas?"
Leonora tilted her head, realizing sothing.
"Wait, don’t tell ... you don’t know what a ga is?"
"No."
Her eyes lit up. "Oh! Then you’re in for a treat. They were quite famous where I ca from. Gas are like structured experiences. They can be physical or virtual. There are rules, goals, usually so kind of challenge or story—"
Naless Death listened silently.
He seed interested in these so-called gas.
Encouraged, she leaned forward, her voice growing faster, words blending with rising enthusiasm.
"There are different genres—strategy, role-playing, simulation. Like, there’s this one ga where you build cities, manage resources, and keep your people alive. Then there’s another where you’re a farr during the day and a dungeon explorer at night. And the combat systems—so are turn-based, others are real-ti, and so even let you combine magic with—"
"Leonora," the gigantic whale beside her rumbled as it floated above the lake. "That should be enough. I don’t think he needs every detail."
She jolted upright. Her face flushed a little red.
"Ah... right. Sorry. I got carried away."
Naless Death didn’t move. Then, unexpectedly, he spoke.
"That’s an amazing thing. Those gas."
Leonora looked up, surprised by the sincerity in his tone.
"... You like them?"
"Yes."
"But you’ve never played a ga before?"
"Yes, I haven’t. But they already sound amazing, just from what you’ve said."
He paused, then added, "Co with . Tell more about them. I’m going to integrate the working chanism of these gas into my Path. It’ll solve a lot of headaches."
Leonora blinked.
"Huh? Wait—what?"
"Follow . I’ll explain on the way."
She stood quickly, curiosity bubbling inside her as she hurried to match his pace.
The two began walking toward the eastern edge, where the forge stood at the far end of the floating landmass.
As they walked, Naless Death glanced at her.
"You know that every Heavenbreaker must build their own Path, right?"
Leonora nodded. "Of course."
"I plan to build a Path that unifies all the powers I’ve acquired so far. All the Paths I’ve walked upon. And at the core of it... I will create an [Akashic Record]."
Her eyebrows shot up.
"An [Akashic Record]? Like a system that stores everything?"
"Yes. A living one. It will store all powers, all techniques, all authorities. But more importantly, it will evolve them over and over."
Leonora’s steps slowed.
"How will it evolve repeatedly?"
"I’ll show you later," he said. "It’s difficult to explain right now. But that part is already solved. What I haven’t figured out until now is... how to connect this Path to others people.
"As in how to give these powers to others. Through blessings? Or should I do it randomly at birth? Or maybe give powers to so people and let them pass those powers through bloodlines?
"I was thinking of how to solve this problem until now."
He looked ahead, eyes narrowing slightly.
"But I think... I’ll use the structure you ntioned. The ga interface."
"Ga interface? Like what?"
"Classes. Levels. Skills."
She stopped walking.
She understood the implication of what he had said.
It was.... horrifying and amazing at the sa ti.
Naless Death turned to look at her and smiled.
Her face had gone pale.
"You... you’re really planning to build a Path like that?" she asked. "If it’s a Path that uses classes and levels and skills, then—"
"Yes," he said simply. "A Path where everyone can grow. Where effort is rewarded. It’s will be Path where anyone can rise to the top, if they put in the work."
She stared at him, speechless.
All of the current existing Paths had different types of limitations to make sure not everyone would grow strong.
It was done to make reduce the number of people who could rise to the top.
If anyone had a chance to beco the strongest, it would create a lot of chaos.
But Naless Death was planning to create a Path like that?
’How is he even planning to handle the chaos that will co from a Path like that?’
Naless Death hadn’t told her everything yet.
This was just the foundational frawork.
A surface structure to make the Path accessible.
The true depth of what he planned went beyond evolution of powers.
After all, even Ultris Path had the power of evolution.
’But Ultris’ Path has a lot of limitations.’
’It can’t grow infinitely.’
’It’s weaker than the Path of Elentals.’
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