"Since you've already been noticed, there's no point in hiding this," Hans said, pausing for a mont, lost in thought, probably figuring out how to explain it all. Karsha stood there calmly, watching the General as he gathered his thoughts.
After a few monts of pondering, Hans began to speak.
"I believe you've seen the murals and know about the battle between the inhabitants of this world and the being known as Bloodhorn. But what you don't know is the real reason behind this war."
Karsha listened intently as Hans continued,
"The mural ntioned Bloodhorn wanting to obtain the Core of Trinx to ascend and beco a Demon Lord, but that's not the whole story. The real reason is tied to an ancient prophecy."
Hans paused, choosing his next words carefully. "The prophecy foretold the birth of the Overlord of all Monsters. A being said to have the power to rule over all monsters. It also ntions seven specific items needed to bring this overlord into existence. One of those items is the Core of Trinx."
Karsha's eyes widened slightly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "So, Bloodhorn isn't just after power for himself. He's trying to fulfill this prophecy and bring about the Overlord of all Monsters?"
"Not exactly," Hans corrected. "Bloodhorn ca for the core to stop the prophecy. It's after the core to derail the prophecy's arrangents. More importantly, they don't want the birth of such an existence."
Karsha furrowed his brow, trying to grasp the complexity of the situation. "So, Bloodhorn is actually trying to prevent the Overlord of all Monsters from being born?"
"Yes," Hans confird. "Bloodhorn might be a formidable enemy, but even it fears what the Overlord could beco. The prophecy isn't just a path to power; it's a potential apocalypse. If the Overlord rises, no one—not even Bloodhorn—will be able to control it."
Karsha nodded slowly, the pieces starting to fit together. "That explains why Bloodhorn is so desperate to get the Core of Trinx. It's not about power for itself, but about preventing a greater threat."
"Indeed," Hans said, his tone grave. "But that wasn't all. You see, the Overlord ntioned in the prophecy wasn't ant to be an apocalyptic threat. On the contrary, it was supposed to beco a protector, a guardian for the world."
Karsha's eyes widened in surprise. "So, the prophecy speaks of a guardian, not a destroyer?"
Hans nodded. "Exactly. The Overlord was intended to balance the powers of the world, to ensure harmony, and to protect against greater dangers. So, it begs the question: Was Bloodhorn acting purely on instinct, or is there soone or sothing compelling behind this?"
Karsha pondered the implication. "If Bloodhorn is trying to prevent the protector's birth, it suggests a much larger ga at play. Soone must be orchestrating this, using Bloodhorn as a pawn."
Hans' expression grew more serious. "That's what I suspect. There's likely a hidden force, one with its own agenda, manipulating events to prevent the Overlord from fulfilling its role. This is bigger than I thought."
Karsha muttered, "Indeed, but this is much more than I originally anticipated."
"Exactly," Hans agreed. "As for the specifics of these threats and who's orchestrating them, I don't have all the answers. However, the fact that you're here ans you've stumbled into a massive plot. Sothing or soone has guided you here, and it seems connected to this world."
Karsha looked intrigued. "You think I've been led here for a reason?"
Hans nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, you've gained so form of authority over a realm. That influence might be what's drawing you into this conflict. It's as if the forces at play are steering you toward the heart of this crisis."
Karsha absorbed the information, his mind racing. "So, you're saying that my presence here isn't just a coincidence? That I might have a role to play in this bigger sche?"
Hans smiled slightly. "It seems that way."
"Why am I not surprised?" Karsha shook his head. He had expected sothing like this, and now he was thrust right into the plot he had hoped wouldn't unfold. However, he wasn't angry. If helping a behemoth be born was his destiny, then he would gladly accept it.
"Thank you for the answers," Karsha said, grateful for the insight he had gotten from Hans. "I know you said you can't say much about it, but I would like to know who you are. Are you still alive or dead? If you're alive, where are you?"
Hans paused, briefly pondering the question. His expression beca distant, as if he were sifting through mories. "That's a complicated question," he began slowly. I suppose you could say I'm sowhere in between—neither fully alive nor truly dead."
Karsha raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not entirely surprised by the cryptic response. Hans continued, "I've been around for a long ti, seen many battles, and fought against countless threats. My purpose has always been to protect the immortal platform and wait for you to co.
He paused again, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and weariness. "As for where I am now, let's just say I'm in a place where I can still influence events, even if indirectly. My current location isn't important. What matters is the role I play in this unfolding story."
Karsha nodded, accepting the vague explanation. "I understand. Your presence here is what counts, and your guidance is invaluable. I won't press further."
Hans gave a slight smile, appreciative of Karsha's understanding. "Thank you. Focus on the task at hand and trust in your abilities. Rember, you're not alone in this."
Karsha, who had heard similar reassurances countless tis before, smiled and nodded. It seed the being in front of him was an existence far beyond his comprehension. "Will I be able to et you one of these days?" he asked, knowing that he was asking sothing beyond his current capabilities, but feeling compelled to ask anyway.
Hans chuckled softly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Perhaps," he replied enigmatically. "Our paths may cross again when the ti is right. For now, focus on your journey. There are many challenges ahead, and each one will bring you closer to understanding the larger picture."
Karsha nodded, understanding that this was as much of an answer as he was going to get. "Thank you, Hans. Your guidance has been invaluable."
Hans gave a slight nod. "Rember, Karsha, the path you walk is filled with uncertainties, but also with opportunities. Embrace each challenge with courage and wisdom, and you will find the strength to face whatever cos your way." Enjoy new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
With those words lingering in his mind, Karsha's consciousness faded, leaving the unknown realm, and reentered his body. He found himself back in the real world, where Khinux stood guard, his colossal sword resting on his shoulder.
"Thanks for the protection, buddy," Karsha said to Khinux, who nodded in response.
Karsha then turned to check the system ssages, but before he could read anything, a voice entered his mind.
'My Lord, where is the sword spirit of your soul weapon?' From inside his soul sea, Elara, the Immortal Platform item spirit, asked.
'He died,' Karsha answered. When he obtained the sword, Enigma, the Primordial Fiend, had explained that the sword spirit had perished many years ago. Only a fragnt of his consciousness remained, and after handing over the sword to Karsha, that too had faded.
Elara's voice carried a hint of sadness. To Karsha's surprise, she appeared in front of him, looking like an ethereal ghostly beauty. "I see. It's a great loss, but we must move forward. Enigma is still a powerful weapon, and with your cultivation and determination, we can unlock its full potential. You have to start comprehending the 'One with the Sword' path so you can attain True Sword Aura. You don't have to worry about becoming a Sword Saint for now. Your foundation is weak, so we need to rebuild it."
"Although your battle style is legendary, there are still too many flaws that need fixing. You must not slack."
"Slow down, girl," Karsha said with a playful grin. "This little brother of yours started using the sword less than a year ago. Why don't you pamper for now and save the scolding for later?"
Khinux turned and looked at the two but didn't say anything. Elara squinted her eyes, noticing the smile on Karsha's face.
"Head that way," she instructed, pointing into the distance. "There are powerful monsters there. Show how much you have grown. If you slack off, I will make things difficult for you."
Karsha sighed, realizing he might have just accepted a battle maniac as his companion forever.
"With your current comprehension of the sword, you wouldn't be able to even grasp the first level of 'One with the Sword,'" Elara added before vanishing back into his soul sea.
'Don't slack,' she said one last ti, leaving Karsha to reevaluate things.
Karsha shook his head, feeling the weight of her expectations. "Looks like I have my work cut out for ," he muttered. He knew Elara was right. The subpar comprehension he had gained from the statue had already started refining his swordsmanship, so how much more could the real thing improve him?
Khinux gave a supportive nod. "Let's go, boss. We've got so monsters to hunt."
Karsha could only nod at Khinux's deep tone and fake supportive stance. It was clear he was eager to start hunting monsters. "Alright, let's get moving," Karsha said
As they walked, Karsha's mind was already racing with strategies and techniques he wanted to try. He knew that to truly comprehend the 'One with the Sword' path, he would need to push himself beyond his limits.
"Rember, Karsha," Elara's voice echoed in his mind. "Every battle is an opportunity to learn and grow. Embrace the challenges and let your sword guide you."
Karsha nodded. Soon entered a dense forest, the perfect hunting ground for powerful monsters. Khinux's eyes glead with anticipation as he scanned the surroundings.
"Ready?" Khinux asked his colossal sword at the ready.
"Ready," Karsha replied, drawing Enigma. "Let's do this." Soon, the forest once again turned chaotic, as Karsha and his subordinate started their massacre again.
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