Alex was Infront of piles of wealth he could not calculate. Mountains of gold and silver coins at least 50 feet in height. Piles of weapons, various books, gemstones. In fact, there was even a pile of electronic devices that looked more advanced than any other technology that he had ever seen.
Compared to these, the technology on Earth was like holding a candle to warm the sun. Along with gold and silver, there were more piles of coins made of metals that he only knew were pure fiction.
Piles of coins made of mithril, orichalcum, Unobtanium and various other metals. He touched every new metal around him. The skills that come along with the voice of the world played a huge role in defining each of the new metals he touches.
There was a raised platform of ground in the middle of the piles. It was a circular platform that was well over 4feet above the ground. It had the crest that was on his chest and the patch of grass he first woke up in. But this time, each of the seven points was given a color, each representing a color of the rainbow.
The center was white as every color mixed into each other there. There was a big stone slab imbedded upright, it was a crimson red tablet with silver words carved into it. Alex approached it, but he forcefully stopped his hand from touching the mysterious tablet.
" Is it safe to touch? " He asked the voice. After some days of getting used to have a voice ringing in his ear, he started asking questions later he discovered that even a thought of a question can be answered. But the voice did not speak.
" It is really a useless ability, " he spoke to himself.
Then he touched the tablet, nonetheless. Just a month ago, his brain was so fucked up that he committed suicide. Compared to being accused of the death of thousands of people, dying is heaven.
For anyone who is reading this note. Congratulations on clearing the dungeon. The last trail will be arriving soon. If you clear it, you will be awarded this dimensional space that holds this church. If you make it out, I have a request for you. Please find the man named Stalin Aterous and tell him that I have forgiven him and he can return.
- DUES ETERNA
After his hand left the tablet, it melted and seeped into the crest. A circular hole appeared in the middle of the raised platform, and an even higher platform appeared from the hole. It had a cutlass embedded in it.
The blade was black with gold and silver runes embedded in it, its handle was made of redwood and some leather workings around it, its cross guard was a disk of black and silver fur. His hand instantly flew to the handle Of The cutlas. When he touches it, the voice spoke again, but not in his mind, but in his soul
" ITEM - EMPEROR'S WILL, RECEIVED. RANK -? USE YOUR AURA BEAST TO LINK THE ITEM WITH YOUR SOUL. "
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" And that's how it all ended. " Reina completed as she turned her gaze from the mural to the face of the young priest.
" That's a long story. How long did it take us to complete it? " The priest asked her.
" Well, it took around an hour and half. Reina Darath." Reina offered her hand for a handshake.
" Ketovan Motsari. " The priest returned the curtesy.
" Motsari? " Reina asked in surprise.
" Yes, I am the son of Vincent Motsari. " Ketovan answered with a slump shoulders, his interest until now fading into pure tiredness.
The elder priest approached them. " I believe that your conversation is over. Ketovan needs to meet the director. "
" Yes, Bishop, I am sorry for the inconvenience." Reina bowed down as she apologized.
" I will come up with you later, Miss Darath. " Ketovan said, walking towards a corridor following the short man.
"Please call me Reina, " Reina said, turning back towards her cabin.
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Ketovan was standing before the cabin room of director of the adventure society's local branch. The bishop too waited before the door to open. The door opened on its own. They enter the room and find a table filled with stacks of papers. A man's voice came out of the stacks of paper
" Who is it?".
" It's me, director. Renald Loskov, " the bishop said. The large man, who was previously blocked by the piles of papers, emerged from behind them. His eyes had bags, which indicated the sleepless nights he was facing recently.
" Bishop Renald, I have just looked into your request. Looks like you got the archbishop involved. " The man said, approaching the smaller man and offering a handshake.
" Who do we have here?" he asked, eying Ketovan .
" Ketovan Motsari. " The bishop answered.
" The Motsari boy you talked about a year ago, yeah, I remember. " The director said with a delightful face.
" How is Vincent, lad? " He asked Ketovan.
" Doing well, director, " Ketovan answered.
" Good... good. " The man turned his gaze back to the bishop
" We need a pass into the spirit domain. " The bishop said.
" A noble ranker and a commander ranker, well enough. " The director said and reached out to grab a paper. He moved his hand to give it to the bishop but stopped mid-way.
" What are your cores?" he asked.
" Domain." Ketovan answered.
" Judgement. " The bishop answered.
" Typical clergy of the Hegemon, it is then. " The director handed the paper.
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