[mory Cage: Dominant and Puppet]
Level: S
Appearance: An hourglass broken in two at the center, with black sand that never falls.
Function: Offers protection against ntal corruption and overload. However, it creates an artificial personality layer that can be rewritten by the person who holds the dominant half of the broken hourglass.
Dominant: Can suspend the user’s mories mid-conversation, confusing or freezing them. It can overwrite mories and make the holder of the puppet half believe what the holder of the dominant half wants.
Note: This is a trick artifact.
Cail held the dominant part of the hourglass in his hand. The abomination had bought this artifact after his sales pitch. As for the reason he couldn’t rember buying it? It was because Cail had manipulated his mory.
This is an S-level artifact, and after seeing the price, Cail realized that the sleepless guy got a bargain. Basically, the price to pay for this artifact was the client’s place in soone else’s life.
Cail held the crystal that ca out after the abomination paid the price. He had no idea, as of now, if he would eat it. What if it put him in a very disadvantageous position?
The position in so stranger’s life wasn’t what he wanted, but it was the dense energy inside the crystal. Cail felt that if he ate the crystal, he would break through his level.
Actually, because of this trade, he already realized sothing. The contract he signed pertaining to the box didn’t stop him from lying to others. He didn’t have to tell them everything about the artifact, and Cail wouldn’t suffer any backlash.
Yes, it was as despicable as it sounded, but this trading box seed to encourage the dealer to be more scheming than possible.
If that was really the case and the box was related to the War Bell Dealer, then the reason behind the changing of eras wasn’t just coincidence. The Dealers might have ssed the world up, right?
"If that’s the case, then the Dealer isn’t a War Bell, but a bringer of disaster," Cail said in his mind.
But upon reaching that conclusion, he didn’t feel a bit of fear. "Bringer of disaster. That’s a nice-sounding title. It sounds fun enough."
But that shouldn’t be his concern for now. What he needed to focus on was playing a puppeteer to this ’God’.
The God felt sothing clamping his soul. He tried to get rid of it but to no avail. It was like it had already beco a part of him... sothing he couldn’t remove no matter what.
He looked at Cail. "Child, you better stop playing. The consequence of this is not sothing you can bear," he said with a low growl in his voice. It was a warning.
Cail stuck his tongue out but realized no one could see it, so he made a sound. "Bleh!" Then he continued the manipulation.
The God felt sothing shifting in his thoughts. It was like soone was forcing him to think of sothing, even though he didn’t want to.
The God went sluggish. The rune was no longer in effect because now the God was half-divinity and half-human. With the help of the mory Cage, the abomination gained a bit of control... but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Cail felt the void energy in his body draining. How fast was his void getting sucked? Cail was now like a popped balloon, all the air escaping from inside.
He grabbed the thread floating above the pit. It was remnant energy from the seal. It also allowed Cail to use so of the void energy for his ongoing play.
But it didn’t feel good or relieving at all. Cail was basically acting as a passageway, and the void energy flowing in and out of his body made his veins feel worn out.
"I’m fucking petty." This was the first ti Cail realized how petty and narrow-minded he was. Just for the sake of fun and revenge, he was willing to suffer this much. "If this isn’t martyrdom, then what is this?" Of course, he was spouting nonsense.
This wasn’t martyrdom; this was madness. A man who wanted to see the world burn down for his entertai—oh wait. Seeing the world burn down wasn’t Cail’s thing... that was Virehn. Cail wanted to see the world burn, but not bring it down. Just let it roast in the intense flas of chaos.
"What madness are you doing?" Saeb yelled as he buried his sword into the ground and used it as an anchor. "Do you know what you’re doing? Why?"
Cail ignored him. His mind felt like it was about to explode the mont he touched the God’s mind. Countless mories from different people flashed through his thoughts.
It was agonizing. He tried to find a middle ground amidst the sea of mories, and for so reason, he resonated more with a mory about a little girl.
The little girl wasn’t the one holding the perspective, it seed to be the girl’s father.
"Papa! I’ll go to school now!" the little girl smiled, then went out the door.
The next mory was the sa, but the little girl had grown up. From a child to a beautiful woman. Cail saw the father’s mory of every important event in his daughter’s life.
First steps, birthdays, first school days... all of it. The man rembered it. Cail saw how vivid the colors were and how bright the woman looked as she grew up. Despite lacking a sense of empathy, Cail knew the man treasured these mories.
If possible, he would have liked to trade it for sothing... Hehehe, just kidding.
But that aside, it reached the part of the daughter’s wedding. Everyone in the man’s mories had their faces blurred, except his daughter, so Cail had no idea who the groom was.
Then it shifted to the daughter giving birth to a little baby girl.
Overall, it was a happy life. Well, that’s what Cail thought... until sothing happened.
It was pure white, like the wedding. But this wasn’t a happy event, as white flowers and a coffin at the center of the hall ant that this was a bleak mont. Soone had died.
The woman, who was full of vibrancy, was crying over the coffin. Her face was pressed down on the glass as she clutched a brown teddy bear in her hand.
Her husband was beside her, comforting her.
On the picture placed on top of the coffin was a child around five years old. The child was smiling happily, wearing a flower crown on her head and a yellow sumr dress, holding a hat near her chest.
The child resembled the woman when she was young. It should be her daughter.
Cail’s head ached from the influx of mories. But when he looked at the teddy bear again, he realized that it seed to be the teddy bear he had seen when he first arrived at the rift.
He couldn’t sense the emotions in the mories... just the way the person viewed the event... but this ti, instead of the husband’s face being blurred, it suddenly beca clear without warning.
It was as if the father had just truly seen the face of the man his daughter had married.
What greeted Cail was a man who looked like him, just a bit older.
It was Virehn.
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