"I knew you would stubbornly awaken magic, dumbass."
Rowan was gazing around, taking in the intricate details of the cave when a voice sounded from behind him, causing him to turn abruptly.
He was greeted with the sight of a grand throne made of bladed weapons, masterfully twisted into a comfortable and regal seat.
Seated upon the throne was a figure dressed in a modern all-black suit. The figure was masculine, his face concealed by a black and white mask.
Only his glowing golden eyes were visible through the mask, and those eyes were fixated on Rowan.
Rowan stood dumbfounded, about to ask a question. "Wh—"
"Let guess, you were going to ask, 'Who are you?' right?" the mysterious masked man interjected, his voice tinged with amusent.
Rowan could only nod, a frown creasing his forehead.
The figure on the throne shook his head, stood up, and began strolling toward Rowan.
As he approached, Rowan began to feel an overwhelming presence, as though a powerful and ferocious beast stood before him, ready to devour him—he felt genuinely afraid.
But he maintained a straight face, convincing himself that everything was just an illusion, like the ones that often appear in novels and movies when the main characters are about to make a significant breakthrough.
Based on his speculation, the mysterious character before him could be so sort of god, a divine ssenger, or even the creator.
"You're pretty smart, even though your thods are amusing," the mysterious man laughed. "The others never seem to have any idea, even though they have every clue in the world."
He stopped just before Rowan.
Rowan could only stare, his mouth shut tight.
The threatening aura radiating from the figure made every fiber of his being cautious.
While silent, Rowan didn't miss the chance to note a few unnecessary details—the height and size of the man in front of him. Rowan was at least six foot two, but in the presence of this figure, he felt extrely short and insignificant.
He didn't even know how to describe what was happening.
"Why am I here?" he mustered all his willpower to ask the crucial question.
"Because I wanted you here," the figure replied almost imdiately, as though he anticipated the question.
"Normally, you would be sent elsewhere to et a different being and select your elental affinity to accompany you throughout your magic cultivation journey. However, I figured it would be useless, considering you could easily obtain any affinity you desire—including the ability to control ti and create your own worlds and reality."
"So I summoned you here to have a brief discussion... not about sothing important though, haha. I'm sure you're thinking, 'Oh, is he going to give so badass blessings or skills or weapons or cheats,' haha."
The figure continued speaking casually while Rowan remained silent, observing him intently.
From everything that had been said, he finally realized who was standing before him—the creator!
"'The creator' sounds cool as a title, but I prefer you address by my real na—Axion Valdrak, Axion for short," he introduced himself.
When Rowan heard the na, his eyes widened in realization.
It was the exact na of the chief developer of Emperor's Domain.
His na was pretty popular on Earth among the gaming community.
Most of the popular gas were created by him. It was said that other companies had to work with him because their gas never sold much after he released his.
However, although Axion was known worldwide, no one ever saw him or knew what he looked like. Even when his gas received awards, he never showed up.
There was a ti when the gaming community began to speculate that Axion was not a human being but an artificial intelligence created and programd to develop gas. So even suspected he was a reclusive introvert with creative ideas who disliked appearing in public.
"Explains everything," Rowan thought.
"Ugly introvert, really?" Axion said to Rowan with a chuckle.
Rowan didn't reply and only looked at him.
Axion shook his head and began strolling back to his throne.
He sat back down.
With the distance between them, Rowan finally got the chance to breathe freely. However, this was only because Axion needed him to speak.
"You're itching to know why I summoned you here, right?" he asked.
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"Yes," Rowan nodded, his expression serious.
"Well, it's because I have a special mission for you, Rowan Winterseed."
"A special mission?" Rowan echoed, confused.
"Yes, I want you to kill Venerable Mario," Axion dropped the bombshell.
Rowan's face contorted in imdiate confusion.
"Kill Venerable Mario? Why?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I explained. But know that it's for the good of the other players like yourself," Axion answered.
Rowan reconsidered his thoughts and beca even more perplexed.
It was already confird that Axion is the creator of the world of Emperor's Domain. As the creator, wouldn't he be happy to witness the day-to-day life of his best player?
And also, if Axion wanted Mario dead, why pick him?
Rowan didn't hold back and voiced his questions to Axion.
"Why am I the one with the mission to kill him? My territory and I are still among the weakest; there are other stronger lords. Why not assign the mission to them?"
Rowan had other questions, but this one was the most pressing at the mont.
Axion laughed for a few monts after hearing his question and replied with his own, "Did you really think you were going to get it easy after receiving so many divine skills at the very beginning of your journey?"
"What do you an?" Rowan asked, even more confused.
He had been puzzled when he received five powerful skills from the start but never suspected there was sothing deeper involved.
Axion stopped laughing and looked at Rowan, his golden eyes glowed more seriously.
"You are my Codebearer—a player chosen at random and transmigrated to bear my best skills and be used by when needed."
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