assistirfilmes Chapter 345: Hero (1)
Chapter 345: Hero (1)
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Chapter 345: Hero (1)
"Where I came from? The White Wasteland, of course."
Ketal spoke as if it was obvious, wondering why such a question was even asked.
Kalosia didn’t reply but remained silent.
More accurately,he wasn’t in the mental state to answer.
"K-Kalosia?"
Ketal’s voice, tinged with curiosity, brought Kalosia back to her senses.
[Are you... a being of the White Wasteland? Truly one of its barbarians?]
"...Ah, so that's what you're asking."
Ketal realized the meaning behind Kalosia’s question.
A god-level entity entering my being—of course, they’d notice.
Even the Abomination had noticed it; there was no reason why a god wouldn’t.
After a brief moment of thought, Ketal opened his mouth.
"What do you think?"
He didn’t deny it.
Kalosia quietly swallowed her breath.
Her gaze rested upon him, steady and contemplative.
For a moment, her mind became a whirlwind of thoughts.
But she quickly made her judgment.
[No. That’s not important. You’re still on our side, right?]
"Why are you asking such a thing now? If I weren’t on your side, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation."
Ketal spoke lightly.
His response cleared Kalosia’s thoughts.
[Then that’s enough.]
No problems.
No abnormalities.
Everything was resolved without issue.
Kalosia came to that conclusion on his own.
[You’ll be able to bear all the powers of the Pantheon without any problem. I’ll speak with the gods. There will be resistance, but they’ll eventually accept it.]
"I’ll wait,"
Ketal replied cheerfully.
Kalosia departed from the surface.
Ketal, now alone, gazed up at the sky and waited leisurely.
[To bear the powers of the young gods within you... doesn’t sit well with me.]
The Abomination muttered, sounding displeased.
Ketal joked back.
"Are you throwing a tantrum because you got in first?"
[Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just unpleasant to be lumped in with them. But it’s as I expected. The powers of the young gods—those won’t fill your being.]
"You seem to know me very well."
Ketal, curious about the Abomination’s words, wondered how his insides appeared to beings like this one or the gods.
To Ketal himself, his body was just an ordinary vessel.
He could observe himself all he wanted, but that wouldn’t change the fact.
The Abomination responded dismissively.
[To you, perhaps. But to us, your insides are a peculiar place. Not a god, not a magician, nor one of us. Alien. That one seems intent on pretending he saw nothing. A wise choice.]
With those words, the Abomination muttered softly.
[Well... I can’t say I have no idea, though.]
"You have an idea?"
[How long do you think I've been inside you?]
The Abomination had been inside Ketal since not long after he had entered the white snowfield.
That time was a considerably long time, even for the creature who had lived since the birth of the universe.
During that time, it hadn't been able to do anything but blankly think, let alone have a conversation or even make its presence known to anyone.
As such, it had thought a lot about Ketal’s identity and the reason it was trapped inside him.
"Oh ho. Then can I hear about it?"
Ketal asked, intrigued.
How would they perceive him?
Why couldn’t he sense anything despite harboring this Abomination?
He was curious.
He had suspicions but never dwelled on them deeply.
[Do you think I’m some convenient device that gives answers when asked? I’m the Monstrosity—the being that once killed the most in the world, you know.]
"Yeah, yeah. I know that."
[Doesn’t seem like you do.]
The Abomination grumbled but opened up, seemingly eager to talk.
[Before I explain, let me outline the order of this world. Gods and demons cannot easily intervene on the surface.]
For them to descend, a significant number of sacrifices was required.
Furthermore, entities that managed to descend were nearly impossible to kill on the surface.
[And demons that descend can only be dealt with using divinity.]
Though one could use arcane arts to banish them, if a demon had established dominion, even that became impossible.
Only the celestial power of divinity could vanquish a demon.
[Mortals have never opposed gods, so they wouldn’t know—but killing a god who descends with their true form also requires demonic energy.]
Mortal beings could hardly affect celestial or infernal entities.
[Why do you think that is?]
"Because they’re higher beings,"
Ketal answered.
Celestial and infernal entities were beings superior to mortals.
“Perhaps someone granted my wish.”
[Who would that be?]
“Who knows.”
Ketal didn’t know who it was.
When he first came to this world, he thought it might be a god or demon king.
But after venturing beyond, he realized it wasn’t.
They were too weak to have summoned him.
More than that, they couldn’t even properly grasp what he was.
So, who was it that granted his wish?
No—that wasn’t the question.
‘Was it truly someone else?’
A quest came to mind.
The quest that helped him escape the outside world.
It only appeared when matters were connected to the Forbidden Lands and instructed him to act.
Even when evil ravaged the earth or when the Demon King descended, it wouldn’t appear unless the Forbidden Lands was involved.
As if declaring that such events were not its concern.
‘Authority, is it?’
Ketal’s eyes turned cold.
The Abomination remained silent.
After a moment of stillness, Ketal stretched.
"Let’s think about it slowly. Time is the one thing we have in abundance."
[Unfortunately, that’s true. Damn it. How much longer must I stay inside you?]
The Abomination lamented.
Ketal listened to its grumbles as he headed to find the Tower Master.
He needed to inform the world of what he had discussed with Kalosia.
After hearing Ketal’s story, the Tower Master was silent for a long time before finally speaking.
[That’s possible—so you’re saying.]
Ketal could withstand even the combined power of the pantheon.
The Tower Master couldn’t hide his awe and muttered with genuine curiosity.
[How is it that someone like you can exist in this world?]
Ketal avoided the question with a grin.
“The gods haven’t responded yet, but it seems like they’ll agree. Take it easy until I’m back.”
[Understood. ...Truly, you are a hero.]
Not a fake hero—a true one.
The Tower Master, gazing at Ketal for a moment, bowed respectfully.
[Ketal, as an outsider, thank you sincerely for standing up for this world.]
“Then teach me magic later. That’s all I need.”
[Don’t worry. I’ll teach you my most secretive spells.]
“Ooh, I’ll hold you to that.”
Ketal laughed in delight.
A few hours later, Kalosia came to Ketal once more.
[The response has arrived.]
* * *
“How did it go?”
[There were opposing gods, but ultimately, they accepted. One god, however, resisted until the very end but eventually relented.]
“Who... No, I think I know. Federica, right?”
[Correct.]
Federica had once tried to exclude Ketal, only to fail.
Naturally, she was reluctant to grant him any authority.
[But for the greater good, she agreed. No one cares for the world more than she does. She couldn’t let it be defiled by the Demon King.]
“So what now? Do I go to the heavens?”
Ketal’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
But Kalosia dashed his hopes.
[Unfortunately, there’s no time. The Demon King’s seal will soon break. We must act before then.]
“I see... So, what do I do?”
[We will connect a path to this place.]
“Hm?”
Before Ketal could grasp the meaning, Kalosia murmured softly.
[Come forth, path. Gate to the lofty heights.]
Wooooong.
The divine power manifested, distorting the world and space itself.
The distant Tower Master and Helia sprang to their feet instinctively.
[Open the way to this place.]
With the quiet command, a path to the heavens was opened.
A road in the sky.
The gate beyond it.
And that gate was open.
From beyond, countless gazes could be felt.
Ketal couldn’t discern their owners.
The Pantheon.
All the gods seated there.
They were now gazing down at Ketal.
“Magnificent.”
Ketal grinned.
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