Chapter 435
Inside the office of the Vice-master of the White Specter Clan, a blond-haired middle-aged man angrily banged his fist on the table .
"What do you an she refused?!"
Opposite of this man stood a woman who wore a silver robe with three lines, indicating that her status isn’t that low . Each line represented a position and three ant she’s an Inner disciple . She’s the man’s niece and one of his confidants .
She bowed and replied:
"Miss Angelina rejected the proposal and even threatened . I’m afraid if she speaks of the matter to the Matr-"
The man cut her off while yelling again
"She won’t tell that woman! She’s too proud to ask for her mother’s damned help! Send her to when she cos back . "
The man then waved his hand dismissively, signaling the woman to leave . She slightly hesitated, which was sothing that the man clearly noticed . He creased his brows and asked her:
"What’s the matter? Do you have sothing else to report?"
The woman’s mouth opened and closed a few tis but she didn’t speak a word . After seeing the mood of the middle-aged man worsen, she was left with no choice but to speak:
"A-actually, I’ve heard so news that might interest you . Apparently, Miss Eva was found and is bring brought back to the clan . "
Confused, the man asked again:
"Who’s Eva?"
This ti, the woman was slightly shocked . Her already low opinion of the man sank even lower .
"It’s your daughter, uncle . "
With a hand rubbing his beard, he mumbled with a low voice:
"My daughter? Hmm... Oh! Ohhhh!"
He cracked a cold grin while saying:
"The heavens do favor , after all! Good good! I’ll prepare a warm welco for my precious daughter . "
The woman forced a smile and quickly excused herself .
’Ugh... to think the Matriarch married such a person... and he’s also my uncle... disgusting!’
The woman loathed everything about this man . He only carries about his benefits and considers his family as tools he can control . He’s been lucky enough to marry the Matriarch of the White Specter Clan hence becoming the Vice-Master of the clan but he barely has any followers or loyal subordinates . All his confidence cos from his backing, another great power of the Divine Planet, though it isn’t nearly as powerful as the specter’s clan .
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In a gloomy yet colossal hall, there were three silhouettes, one with them being as big as a mountain . The other two were standing before this gigantic figure, also known as the Whisperer King, one of the strongest beings in the Multiverse .
He’s known to be an immortal, not dying even he’s cut into countless pieces . Although not as efficient as Fate ’herself’, the Whisperer King can also alter the fate of people using an ability called ’Strings of Fate’ .
He’s been living for more than five hundred thousand years and is the one and only ruler of the Ghost Nation .
"We finally et, Zodiak’s successor . "
He spoke with a deep and domineering voice while staring at Arthur, who nonchalantly sat before the king and took out a bottle of ale .
"What I presu will be a long conversation won’t be interesting without booze, don’t you think so, O’King of Ghosts . "
The Whisperer King burst out in laughter, he signaled for the bandaged ghost to leave then retrieved a cup even larger than Arthur .
Very soon, two cups, different in size, were filled with ale . Only when they emptied their cups did the two start talking again
"I have to stay, I didn’t expect you to be so unfazed by my presence . Only when I saw it with my eyes did I believe that you’re not the Arthur I was looking for . "
"Hahaha trivial things like that don’t matter . You were looking for so I ca, isn’t that enough?"
The King chuckled and replied:
"Enough... more than enough . I was curious about you... a person who can use Dark Magic but I was yet again t with another surprise . A Race extinct since the ancient tis, Parasites . "
Arthur laughed again and poured another cup for himself and the king before speaking:
"Hahaha now this is a much more interesting topic . "
After a short silence in which the King pondered about sothing, the Whisperer spoke again
"Since you complied to my request and ca here, you’re free to ask anything . "
Arthur’s lips arched upwards, he gulped his cup before opening his mouth:
"I won’t hold back, then . "
...
After spending half an hour asking the Whisperer King, there arrived a mont where no answer was given, at least not instantaneously .
"Hmm... how he died? Now I think about it, it’s quite ironic . The ones who killed him are none other than your kin, parasites . However, since you’re his successor, I don’t think they killed him but fatally injured him . "
"And where are they now?"
"Exiled, of course . The Joker appeared and smote half of them but was unable to completely annihilate them . Only when the Naless Knight appeared, did the two of them succeed in banishing the evil to the remnants of a destroyed Universe . "
"A destroyed Universe? You an the Oga Universe?"
"Yes, that one . Although it’s called a Universe, it’s actually an incredibly big world, it is from there that the System originated . After its destruction, the so-called ’Heavenly Scientists’ of the past managed to re-create the System to defend against the calamities . "
"I thought the Oga Universe was destroyed by Cthulhu Race . Do the parasites have a relation with them?"
"Indeed they do . After all, they’re all from the sa world . "
The Whisperer King waved his big hand, isolating the Hall and then asked
"Do you know about ’Oblivion’?"
...
"Where are we?"
Anastassia, now with a jet black long hair and skin as white as snow, just like a corpse’s, stood next to the old man, Death, and glanced around her while asking .
"In an age before the Void Era, more precisely, 2,300 years before that . "
Confused, she asked again
"I thought traveling through ti will cause the Ti Wraiths to co after you . How co you can freely go whenever you please . "
The old man chuckled and explained
"We didn’t travel through ti but are rely ’seeing’ the past . We can’t affect it or change the future . "
Hearing the explanation, Anastassia remained silent and glanced at the beautiful valley they were in . The greenery stretched as far as the eye can see .
Apart from the flowers and lush trees, there was a beautifully decorated grave . Anastassia walked toward it and read the na of the deceased .
Death waved his hand, causing more ti to pass until a man appeared next to Anastassia . Startled, she took a few steps back . She beca flabbergasted by the appearance of the man .
"A-arthur?"
The old man shook his head and answered
"No, he’s called Claud Vince . "
The man suddenly clutched his head and crouched on the ground, he started screaming loudly while blood leaked out of his facial orifices .
Only after a long while did the man calm down, he laid on the ground and took a small piece of paper and a pen then started writing .
"What’s he doing?"
Death gazed at the heavily panting man while replying
"Writing Prophecies... as is his wont . "
After writing the ’Prophecy’, the man gazed at the grave for a long ti before muttering a few words then unhesitatingly killing himself, freaking out the confused Anastassia .
Although she tried to stop him, her hands simply passed through him .
"As I previously told you, interfering with the past is not possible . "
The old man crouched next to the lifeless corpse and took the small piece of paper . He just said that no one can interfere with the past yet he was able to hold the paper, which greatly confused the woman .
"This is sothing unaffected by the laws of ti or anything else . In fact, it can’t be burned, torn, or devoured . It’s eternal . "
Death handed her the piece of paper and said
"With this done, we’ll go forward 2,300 Years and show you what caused the Void Era . "
Anastassia tightly grabbed the piece of paper and read its contents .
The power of destruction did rend the baleful star, and peace doth reign near and afar . Yet twenty-three centuries hence shall it co anew, and certain doom is sure to ensue .
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