As a person from the 21st century, Akira knew that emperors like to make their thrones unique. For example, some emperors made their thrones a door to their hidden treasury, some used their thrones to hide the secret artifact that was passed down from their ancestors, and some people like to use the throne as a power source to power up the super secret weapon.
But Akira swore he had never seen someone who would use his own physical body to create a throne.
Yes, this throne is made out of the corpse of a freaking god slayer. And this god slayer is none other than the God of Darkness that this village seemingly worshipped.
As soon as Akira sat on it, his unique skill reflexively activated, and then he heard all that resentment and curses scaring the shit out of him. This almost drove him crazy.
Although it was just a moment, that moment alone was enough to almost give him a heart attack. The resentment from that throne is no joke. Akira would even rather fight 10 men named Delioras than ever face that resentment again.
'How the hell did these guys sit in this chair without going mad? ' Akira wondered, not knowing that in this cult, this throne was always empty due to the villagers worshipping it as the divine throne of the God of Darkness.
Although Akira's voice of the world is a bug-like skill, it isn't all-knowing. For example, Akira could only hear the details he wanted, and it must also be something the person or object has some idea about.
If we go by simpler terms, this ability allows Akira to peer and listen to the stories about everyone. And like how different stories describe the same situation, the information he could get from a single person is very limited and can't be 100% trusted. Furthermore, some details are purposely omitted by different books, making this skill even more troublesome.
All in all, just pinning all hope on the unique skill would never be a good thing. Especially if someone was brainwashed to deliver false information.
But besides that point, right now, Akira is in a very bad situation.
"You have to be kidding me ", Akira muttered as cold sweat began to pour down his face. He didn't know what happened, but it seems his actions had awakened a sleeping beast.
Just as Akira thought this, his whole body became stiff as a rather terrifying and ancient gaze locked onto him.
And with this gaze, Akira dared not move even a muscle. From the emotions he is passively getting, this gaze seems to have no malicious intent but only a bit of curiosity towards him. But this, rather than comforting Akira, made him even more nervous.
You know, in every novel or manga, all those people who lived in the past eras have a bit of a screw loose in their heads. So if this guy wanted to dissect him because of this curiosity, then Akira would really be in very big trouble.
As someone who has seen a mad scientist himself, Akira knew perfectly well that anyone who is treated as a test subject would never live a peaceful life. In fact, some would even consider suicide far better than being a test subject.
'No, I need to get the hell out of here,' Akira decisively made a decision. No matter how slim the chance, it would be decided that escaping is the best option. At the very least, he needs to try and leave this ruin.
But before he could even make a move, an overwhelming pressure descended on him, making him unable to even control his aura. So, without his suppression, a little bit of his dragon aura began to sweep out of Akira's body.
The reason for this is that the mask that usually suppresses Akira's dragon aura is damaged due to the last fight with Deliora. Furthermore, since that battle, Akira knew simply suppressing his dragon aura would not be fruitful for his growth, especially with his new dragon slayer magic that seemed to be quite different from what he knew.
"Oh, this is quite a surprise. I thought you dragons had all been killed by that black lizard, " an ancient voice sounded directly into Akira's mind, making him take a few steps back in reflex.
'Hmm, it seems this guy didn't completely cut himself from the outside world, ' Akira thought as he tried to calm his mind. Panicking now would never be a good decision. But the next second, his calm mind was once again thrown into disarray.
"Haha, young lad, you don't know how boring it is to stay here. So to relieve my boredom, I usually monitor this world for anything interesting." The voice once again sounded.
"Wait, you can read my mind? " Akira asked in horror. Although he can also read minds, that doesn't mean he likes anyone reading his mind.
"Heheh, don't get so agitated, young man. Why don't you have a nice talk with me? "The voice sounded, making Akira almost nod in agreement. But just before his mind was trapped in a trance, his dragon slayer magic power activated and allowed him to break free from the mind control spell.
"What is the meaning of this? Does mind-controlling someone fall under having a 'nice talk' with them in your era? " Akira asked with anger on his face. Even though he knew in his heart that he had no way of defeating this guy, Akira still shouted back at him, ignoring the consequences.
Although Akira doesn't really show it, he is actually very prideful. After all, he is the prince of a kingdom that was 400 years ago, and his bloodline is from Irene, the mother of dragon slayers. In addition, he is a genius whom even prodigies have to look up to. Lost magic or even ancient magic is no trouble for him, as he can master it in just a few days.
So how could he endure such provocation? In Akira's previous life, he abided by one rule: the craziest one is always the winner. So from the day he knew, he took this saying to heart and did the craziest things.
He took on a job as an archaeologist, who in the modern world is a minority and has no immediate future. And with this field, he quickly rose to prominence very quickly. In this life, he decided to challenge a being like Deliora when he was just 7 years old.
"Answer me, you mo#%er f*#ker ", Akira roared as he let loose. Magic power poured madly out of his body as he used his receiving magic.
"Receive: Anos Voldigod"
The ground cracked, and darkness began to devour everything. Akira's eyes began to glow red with demonic symbols that signify the activation of his Magic Eyes of Destruction. In addition to this, in his hand was a sword that was slowly beginning to take shape.
Akira held his sword in the direction where the gaze was coming and spoke in a cold voice, "Come on, speak up, you old thing. I don't care if you were a god slayer or even a god; if you dare to pull up such a stunt again, I swear I will kill you, even if it is the last thing I do." At this point Akira's eyes were filled with madness. He was daring the dead guy to make a move.
The god of Darkness was stumped. He didn't know whether to get angry or happy or even scared at such a kid. After he became a god slayer, no one had ever talked to him like that. If he were in his heyday, he would definitely teach this kid why the flowers are red. And even now, he wanted to teach this kid what manners are. But he didn't dare to do it.
First, the look on that kid is something that even he, as the God of Darkness, is very afraid of. It was the look of a beast that would stop at nothing until its enemy was dead. The god of darkness had seen that look from many people in his early years as a god slayer. Although none of those people were alive, neither were their enemies.
Although the power displayed by this kid is barely acceptable, the god of darkness didn't dare underestimate him. After all, he too was a mortal before he killed a god and a demon with his own hands. There is no reason this kid couldn't pull out a miracle and deal great damage to him.
And secondly, he actually likes this kid. This kid is really like seeing a younger version of him. And most importantly...
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