Chapter 172: Void Blade

"You have grown big, Zeus."

"Fa...ther?" Nero stammered.

"Now, now; I look nothing like your old man," the man remarked. "And this crow mask is not something your god's eyes can see through."

'Why did I call him father?' Nero wondered.

He furrowed his brows and asked, "Are you an acquaintance of my father?"

"Hmm~ I guess, you can say that. We were friends, yes," replied the man.

"Who are you?" Pavel asked.

The man looked at Pavel and said, "So you are the infamous child of spirit and alchemy."

"Spirit magic," corrected Pavel.

"If that's what you think, then sure. But you should fix your power level. It's going berserk because of your low spiritual energy. If you keep this up, you will explode and become a part of the universe," asserted the man.

Nero activated his god's eyes and inspected Pavel: 'He is telling the truth.'

"Your condition is worse than I thought, Pavel. Why didn't you tell me about it?" Nero asked with a frustrated look on his face.

"It only looks worse; I feel the same as always," Pavel replied with a shrug.

Nero knitted his brows and uttered, "You think you can fool me?"

This labyrinth was created by Pavel himself, so he should be able to know and memorize all the pathways and secret corridors, including but not limited to the monsters and the traps of the entire labyrinth. 

But Pavel had a hard time finding the correct path because his powers were weakening.

Unlike every other entity, Pavel didn't have a physical body as he was born from power, energy, magic, and alchemy.

He wasn't born with human body parts or organs like the brain and heart, but he created them himself to look like a human, including his gender.

To Pavel, his powers were everything. If he ever ran out of his powers, he would die and disappear.

He was losing his powers, that was akin to his soul and memories.

"I am truly fine," Pavel claimed. "Moreover, you should focus on this man, not me."

'I will deal with Pavel later. First is this man.'

Nero turned to the man and uttered, "How did you get here?"

"With your help," he answered.

"What do you mean?" Nero wondered with a confused look on his face.

"I came to this chamber with you two. And as you stepped into this chamber, I ran and grabbed the blade."

Nero raised his brows and said, "That's impossible. I couldn't sense you or your presence until I saw you."

"That's obvious. Uh… how do you call it in your language— right! 'Duh!'." He shrugged. "That's because I was hiding."

Nero raised his brows even more and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am a friend of your father and… your mother… maybe?"

Nero rolled his eyes and sighed: 'I don't remember ever seeing him or mama and papa ever mentioning him.'

Nero pointed his gaze at the blade in the man's hand and uttered, "You have something of mine. If you could be kind and give it to me while I am asking, I would appreciate it."

"Ooh? And what would you do if I didn't?" the man asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I will kill you," Ziro uttered casually.

"Haha!" the man laughed. "You have your father's short temper, I tell you."

Nero beckoned the man and said, "Just give me my weapon back."

"Your weapon?" The man raised the blade in the air and continued, "I am sure it's not your weapon… right?"

"So what?!"

"This weapon is nor yours, kid. It belongs to me, and I own this weapon… for now."

"Your weapon?" Nero raised his brows, "What proof do you have that it's your weapon?"

"I left it half-buried under the half-burnt tree near the halfway river under the half-built bridge that was separating one town in half."

'Too many 'half's!' Pavel explained inwardly.

After a brief silence, Nero opened his mouth and uttered, "That doesn't prove that it belongs to you."

"Oh, come on! I gave you the exact location! No one other than me, and you should know it, don't you remember?"

"Fine. Suppose, I believe you; but why did you bury it then?"

"So that you could find it, and you did. I hoped you would be able to use it, but I was wrong. You couldn't use it."

Nero shrugged and replied, "I thought it was just a normal blade."

"This is a 'Void-blade,' and it can cut through anything." The man swung the sword, but nothing happened.

"It can cut the air, magic, curse, dimensions, realms, and… even gates. Your seal— that bracelet too" the man added.

"I don't trust you."

"Dude!" The man exclaimed. "You have some serious trust issues."

"Thanks." Nero glared at the man and uttered, "Now back to what we were talking about. Why did you give it to me?"

"As I said, I thought you would be able to use it, but you couldn't."

"I did use it, though."

"You… did?" the man asked curiously.

"Yeah." Nero nodded. "I used it to scratch my back when it was itchy. And also used it to cut vegetables to make food."

"That's not how you are supposed to use it!" The man yelled in shock. "This blade is far more superior than all of your weapons combined."

"Well, I couldn't think of any other way of using it."

"Must be because you are not worthy of using it," the man asserted nonchalantly.

Nero's face twitched as he heard that. 

'You are not worthy of wielding it.' He remembered what happened with Thor.

When Nero tried to wield Mjolnir, he couldn't even move it.

"Not worthy. Worthy, not worthy. Not worthy, worthy ." Nero murmured and yelled, "No one decides what is worthy— other than me. No one… other than me."

"I was being polite since you were friends with my parents. But I don't care anymore." Nero beckoned the man with his hands and uttered, "Now I will cut you down with your own blade."

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