And the man floating before him was called The Observer.
The Observer studied with an amused expression, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. Then he spoke, his tone sharp but playful.
"You're here to own it. Did I hear that right?"
"Yes!" I answered firmly, my voice steady and unwavering.
For a mont, silence filled the space. Then, out of nowhere, the Observer burst into laughter, the sound echoing around us like a thunderclap in the vast emptiness.
"PFFFFFTTTTFFFF!" he snorted, holding his stomach as his laughter sent him spinning mid-air. "Oh, this is priceless! The funniest thing I've heard in eons!"
As his laughter died down, he straightened his posture, dusting off his white hat with a theatrical cough. His tone shifted, becoming serious.
"The Great Arcanist Moroni crafted many copies of Celestial Guidance and scattered them across the world. You're not the only one with access to this knowledge. So, tell , what makes you think you deserve to own it?"
The Celestial Guidance.
A book crafted by an Arcanist at the end of his hopes.
A person aims to transcend to Godhood and fight the Gods to enact his revenge for the misery and sufferings of his childhood days yet only to realize the vast gap between the mortal and Gods.
Before dying, he left all the knowledge he accumulated in crafted artifacts in the form of the book Celestial Guidance.
Gaining entrance was just the first thing.The real thing was gaining sole control of this mini world.
I looked up at him, confidence blazing in my eyes. Without hesitation, I answered, my voice strong and resolute.
"The world has seen several epochs co and go. Moroni lived in the Third Epoch, yet how many people today know of him or his legacy? He didn't leave this behind for nothing. He left it for a purpose. And I, Lukas Star, standing here in the Repository of Celestial Guidance, vow to fulfill the shattered dreams of past epochs."
The words barely left my lips when an overwhelming force slamd into like a tidal wave. My knees buckled, and I was thrown to the ground, trembling.
The Observer was suddenly inches from , his ever-present smile now unsettling. He tipped his white hat back with a graceful hand, revealing his eyes—gleaming with shifting, kaleidoscopic colors that pierced through .
The world around us blurred, and I felt as though I'd been yanked into another realm. When my vision cleared, I found myself kneeling on a cold, starlit floor. The icy chill seeped into my bones, sending violent shivers through my body. My breath hitched as dread clawed its way into my chest, suffocating .
Before was a throne unlike anything I'd ever seen. It shimred with a light so radiant, so celestial, that it seed unreal. The throne itself appeared to be carved from pure starlight, each edge glimring with soft, golden hues. But it was the figure seated on the throne that truly commanded my attention.
She was cloaked in an aura so dazzling it obscured her form entirely, her light pulsating like a living heartbeat. Only the faint outline of her crossed legs and poised posture could be seen against the brilliant glow. Behind her, the throne shone even brighter, casting an ethereal halo that made it impossible to look away.
Then her voice ca.
It was warm and sweet, like the embrace of a mother, filling with a sense of comfort and longing. My chest tightened, my heart aching as mories of my own mother's love surfaced. But her words, though soft and lodious, were far from comforting.
"Mortal…" she began, her tone carrying a heavy, unspoken weight. "You mortals never seem to learn and always try to bite the hands that feed you."
Her voice struck like a blade, and the warmth I felt was ripped away, replaced by a bone-deep coldness that wrapped around my heart. My body trembled uncontrollably as the light around her dimd slightly, leaving the space eerily quiet.
The air turned heavy, oppressive, and the starlit floor beneath felt as though it would swallow whole. A chilling realization crept over , one that sent shivers racing down my spine—this was no ordinary being. The light, the power, the presence—it was divine and absolute. I had dared to speak boldly, but now I faced the overwhelming truth: I was nothing in the face of this celestial force.
The radiant figure's voice rang out again, calm yet brimming with authority, its warmth now replaced by a biting edge.
"We gave you knowledge, we gave you power, we gave you freedom—everything you asked for. But..." She paused, glancing around the empty expanse with a nonchalant air.
"Why do you mortals always overstep your boundaries and try to reach godhood?"
Her question hung heavy in the air, but before I could respond, a voice ca from within muttered with venom, "Hypocrisy's!"
"Huh?!"
The sound of my own startled reaction escaped before I could stop it. Strangely, the goddess mirrored my confusion, her glowing form tilting slightly as if caught off guard.
Suddenly, an unseen force took hold of my body. My knees lifted from the icy starlight floor, and against my will, I rose to my feet. My mouth moved, yet it wasn't my voice speaking—it was sothing else entirely, sothing ancient and wrathful.
"You…" the words spilled out, sharp and defiant. "Each one of you crawled from places similar to ours. You started in darkness, in frailty, in desperation—just like us. And yet, you sit there on your throne, acting as if you're different. Why can't I rise? Why can't we rise?"
"You feed on our beliefs and our worships gave you the power of faith.You are nothing without us so why can't we rise to the very place you sit."
The goddess shifted slightly, her radiant light pulsing like a flickering heartbeat. She looked down at , her laugh soft but cutting, echoing endlessly in the celestial void.
"That's because," she said, her voice growing icy, "you are an insect in our eyes—sothing so insignificant that I could crush you with a single thought."
The mont her words reached , sothing inside shattered. It was as if her voice didn't just speak to but to every fiber of my existence. My sanity began slipping away, unraveling like frayed threads in a storm. A crushing weight bore down on , and suddenly, I felt my very being pulled apart.
It wasn't just physical pain; it was far beyond that. My mind burned, as if ancient knowledge and incomprehensible truths were being forced into it. Fragnts of alien concepts and impossible realities tore through . My past, my mories—all the monts that made —splintered into pieces.
I felt my identity dissolve, my sense of self scattering into dust. I couldn't rember my na, my purpose, or even what I was. My body no longer felt human. Instead, it was as if I was being stretched across realms, my soul exposed to countless dinsions, each one incomprehensibly vast and rciless. I glimpsed things no mortal should ever see—shapes that didn't belong, sounds that twisted into colors, and the crushing realization of my own insignificance in the infinite expanse of existence.
The pain was unlike anything I had ever known, sharp yet suffocating, tearing apart my spirit while leaving my body intact. It was endless, tiless—a tornt that couldn't be asured or comprehended.
Unable to endure it, I scread.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
The sound tore through the void, my anguish reverberating into nothingness.
And then…BOOM.
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