Volume 7 Chapter 4: Even dust has their moment of glory
Aside from Dolan who was silently excited, in a certain underground bunker of this border city, someone else was hysterical.
âAhahahaha, as long as I find that thing, Iâd be able to complete this ritual!â
He was a young man wearing a set of what seemed to be worn but clearly well-maintained aristocratic clothing.
During the Age of Flames, his ancestor used to be the sworn brother of a certain member of the Ghostmen. Since he lost the ability to leave descendants after becoming a Ghostman, that Ghostman had told all of his secrets to the family of his sworn brother.
Including the ritual to become a Ghostman.
âFirst drink the Impure Origin, then use the Ceremonial Blade to stab through oneâs heart, thus becoming a person who lingers on the verge of life and death. At this point, by implanting oneself with a secondary soul, one would become a Ghostman who was comparable to a Pugilist who had obtained their Pugilist Heart. Not only would one obtain supernatural powers, they would also obtain an immortal bodyâ
âBut following that personageâs department from this world, Impure Origin had gradually disappeared. Only by hunting the Crow demons or Death Crows would one be able to obtain an inferior version. Furthermore, both the process of collecting and implanting a secondary soul would become significantly more dangerous without that personageâs help, leaving plenty of side effectsâ
âEven so; even an incomplete ritual like this can result in the renowned Ghost Knightâ
The young man undid the leather sheath at his side to extract a golden glowing curved blade.
The curved blade was slightly vibrating as if it had sensed something. It was also this vibration that allowed the young man to find it in a dark corner of his familyâs ancient storage room.
âAnd then there was also the Spring of Life. According to the ancestorâs records, Dead Walker Jason was someone who replaced the Impure Origin with Spring of Lifeâs water and managed to kill the vice-captain of the Ghostmen at the time, Cadizâ
âUnder the circumstances where there wasnât any perfect Impure Origin, the Spring of Lifeâs water would be the most perfect substituteâ
Observing the Ceremonial Blade in his hand, the young man thought about this familyâs run-down situation and made his determination to re-establish the familyâs glory no matter what.
He just happened to learn of the location of the Spring of Life when he came out to sell his familyâs assets to another aristocrat in the city, coupled with his discovery of his ancestorâs Ceremonial Blade, the young manâs ambitions had been thoroughly lit.
I, Catho Jugus, will surely regain the glory of the Jugus family!
The young man silently swore to himself, then heard the sound of the underground room being opened, followed by the voice of a young child who was about 7-8 years old:
âBig brother, are you there?â
âRamillies, Iâm here, Iâll be there right awayâ Catho hurriedly hid the Ceremonial Blade and began to climb back up before he looked back at the wrapped Ceremonial Blade again.
Although this thing can bring him immense power, it was still an artifact left by that personage. As everyone knows, that personage was also called by another name: the God of Omen.
Any person who relates with him in any way would be immersed deeply within menace.
The Crowmenâs bloodline was like this, the Dragonmenâs bloodline was like this, and the inheritors of the Ghostmen ritual was no exception.
Even the renowned Ghost Knight had a similarly notoriously tragic life story.
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Sitting in his horse carriage, Negary smiled full of interest as he observed all of this.
He didnât try to use the worldâs curved aspect to observe their futures right away. This was because after Negary had achieved his Pathway, even the mere act of observing two mortalsâ futures with his world-crossing vision could greatly influence the future to become the version he witnessed.
For that reason, before he could develop a better method of observing the future, he would not arbitrarily do it. Of course, with the current information available to him, Negary could already see the most probable outcome.
ã Lan Shan, letâs remain in this city for a period of time ãNegary said.
Lan Shan naturally obeyed him without question.
The roads of the New Royas Kingdom were quite decent, so Negary disembarked the horse carriage and traveled on foot with Lan Shan through its streets. Having not taken a stroll like this for a long while, he was now a bit more emotional towards it compared to before.
ã Lan Shan, do you know why the majority of worlds within this multiverse contain humans? ãNegaryâs gaze continuously observed his surroundings. Reflecting the traces of how this city was formed, developed, and eventually ended up the way they were, in his eyes.
Even a small piece of dust had its own past and history, perhaps it was once glorious, or simply an obscured nobody, there was plenty of information on them for anyone to observe and discern.
âIâm not very sure about that, but perhaps itâs simply a common characteristicâ Lan Shan had clearly wondered this before but hadnât found an answer: âPerhaps there was a Law of the universe called âhumanityâ?â
ã No, no such thing exists. Of course, if you stretch the meaning, there could be ãNegary smiled and replied: ã âHumanityâ as a concept had not formed their own complete Truth, they are merely the fragments created as the String of Truth operates and moves against Reality ã
âFragments?â
ã Indeed, just like this piece of dust. In any given room, the most numerous âthingâ would not be humans, but rather, dust. And humanity is the âdustâ of the multiverse ã
ã A Sand Realm is equivalent to a box that is thrown on the sidewalk, so it naturally collects a lot of dust, while Greater Realms are equivalent to cities. Although there would be even more dust here, they had never been the prominent figure or master ã
ã There are many sizes of dust, but in the end, theyâre still dust; and this was the same for humans. While there were clear differences between the humans of each world, their nature as âdustâ doesnât change ã
ã This is the nature of humanity. A Sand Realm is too small for a normal âpersonâ to go in, even if they manage to, they would feel restrained, which was why the species called Humans managed to spread out across all the Sand Realms ã
Observing the humans on the street, Negary stated this cruel fact.
Negary was currently in that exact restrained situation. The time flow of a Sand Realm couldnât affect him at all, so he had to carefully maintain a stop on his own power in order to remain normal here.
This was also the reason why he isnât observing the future, as the future of a Sand Realm really couldnât sustain his tinkering. The fact that he would only greatly increase the possibility of a certain future was already the result of Negaryâs extremely fine control.
ã However, even dust have its own possibility ã
Negary turned his gaze to a small piece of dust and caught it with his finger, gently smiling: ã 526 years ago, this was once a part of the Royas Empireâs crown, and now it had fallen on my hand. That is the glory of dust! ã
ã Indeed so. Meeting Lord Negary was also Yayuâs glory ãYayu who was still perched on Negaryâs shoulder immediately followed up.
Negary lightly stroked the crowâs head, then let go of the piece of dust on his finger and continued his stroll. After finding a good location, he gently scored the void with his finger to open up a sub-space within another Aspect of Reality.
This place seemed to be an exact replica of the normal world, but all humans here are statues who remain eternally in one place, up until the statueâs corresponding person loses their life in Reality.
Meanwhile, the piece of dust that Negary caught with his finger earlier began to change, it started to give off an immense attraction that collected other pieces of dust around it, eventually turning into a seemingly regular ball of dust, continuing to be moved by its surroundings towards an unknown destination.
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