72 Hermes

"Oh dear, where are my manners? I'm Hermes and I am basically the embodiment of Heaven's will."

Dean was initially confused but the words 'Heaven's Will' caught his attention.

'Are they going to use underhanded means?'

He was most worried on the fact that they may destroy a partial bit of his soul in order to make sure the 7 Virtues is able to win their fight in the future.

Seeing the color drain from Dean's face as well as his stance, Hermes waved his hand to jest

"Whoops, sorry how sensitive that word is. Hmm, to put it more appropriately, instead of Heaven's Will we can call it the Controller of Fate."

"Destiny, fate, time, space, etc. You could think of it as the thing that strings the universe together to make sure it doesn't collapse."

After the clarification, Dean calmed down with a nod and wondered what he wanted.

"It was unexpected that your soul would release such crucial information and strength. Currently we're also looking for the 7 virtues as we're afraid the same thing is going to happen."

Listening carefully, Dean understood this was a neutral party but they have yet to explain their purpose

Putting on a serious face and staring down Dean, Hermes spoke

"Some gods are extremely interested in the fight, so we were told to equal out the playing ground. Seal off the outbreak of your powers and the information you have. You are meant to be ignorant and explore the emotions within your new life."

Dean sighed at that but shrugged as he was about to do that either way. If he didn't then his persona would currently face an ordeal.

Hermes smiled at the confirmation but added a threat just in case.

"If you don't... well, hehe, we have our own methods to deal with trash."

Having enough of these shenanigans, Dean sat back onto his spot beneath a tree and was ready to cultivate but Hermes interrupted.

"Oh yeah, we did have to tell you that. In trade for restraining your true powers and information we'll tell you who created you via 7 Virtues before the fight. The mystical unknown being that you should fear."

Having an incentive to remove his memories that were not meant to be, Dean quickly dispersed himself into his soul.

Hermes entered his tent once more as it disappeared from the perception of this world and traversed through the river of time.

"You are one scheming scoundrel, you know that, Heaven's Will. That's considered a partial lie but whatever. I'm also excited to see many gods laugh when they see that brat meets them. Disciple of Sylvia... how interesting."

...

Soon, Dean's form began to look human and was removed of any transformation traces however blood still stained his body.

The demented, twisted personality that looked at everything without placing any earnest into them was gone and now returned to what it originally was.

Looking at the scenario he had caused, Dean observed the mutilated corpses.

Feeling absolute sickness, he bent over to throw up his guts and an unsightly color soon covered the ground.

Although Dean hated them and wished them death, to witness that scene was far too gruesome for his tastes.

A nauseous feeling soon took over as Dean passed out.

"What the hell happened."

In the distance was a shrubble slightly moving apart to make way for an old teacher with a rustled beard.

This was the exact teacher who Dean had just met and was forced to accept him as a teacher along with a swordsman.

He had been chasing and looking for Dean as he had hoped Dean would be able to pay off a little bit of the damage fees for his room.

Most people in this school tended to be quite rich so his first thought was asking Dean for a little bit of money.

First trying Dean's dorm, he noticed that the door wasn't properly closed but was smashed into position to make it seem locked.

Opening it, the elder teacher found a piece of paper suggesting that Dean received a letter with some sort of emergency.

It mentioned a forest allowing him to find a lead enabling him to arrive at this very spot.

He was just able to find where Dean was but it seemed he had stumbled on something he wasn't supposed to.

A random man in purple had arrived and spoke with Dean.

Most of the time he was able to see how grim and pale Dean was from the conversation but the man in purple seemed to be enjoying his talk with him.

Dean suddenly sat and woke up only to pass out while the man in purple entered a tent that disappeared.

Rubbing his eyes twice, the teacher knew it wasn't an illusion.

On the opposite side was a grotesque homicide case where two students had been utterly destroyed by an unknown force.

According to the few clues he could gather, the man in purple murdered the two students however left Dean to be in shock with terror.

'Will his cultivation be effected?'

This was his main thought since he found Dean to be an interesting student that could possibly enlighten him as a teacher once he became his disciple.

If he made rash movements this could cause a large effect on any following investigation meaning he the corpses had to rot like that.

If he wanted to bring Dean for medical treatment then that man in purple could return to remove any evidence he had.

Sighing at his bad luck, the teacher manipulated the atmosphere above him to form a transparent sphere that abruptly popped with a snap.

A high pitch sound rang throughout the school while the twisted above his head acted like a beacon for any passersby to notice

"What has he done this time?"

In the distance the swordsman that worked with the old teacher sighed while holding onto a piece of paper.