Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

It had been nearly a month since Kallistus Kal had encountered Guardian Angel Z357 in Briar Glen just outside of Windrip. He was the [Hero King]— he was the Void’s Heir. And yet, he had been so thoroughly defeated, he had been forced to flee for his life.

The outcome... was not unexpected. From what Kallistus knew of this world, angels were incredibly powerful heavenly beings who were far greater than even the Elder Dragons. While the [Hero King] had accomplished a great many feats in the ten years since he had appeared here in Vacuos, he knew that he wasn’t quite the strongest creature around just yet.

For one, the Elder Dragon Grat-ra’zun was still alive, even after the devastating battle at Mount Arkais. And Kallistus knew he would not have won back then if not for his most loyal servants sacrificing themselves for him. Each and every one of them had been some of the greatest individuals in all of Vacuos— only, disgraced and lost. But that was why they were able to be so greatly empowered by the Void.

So they were incredibly useful, and it saddened Kallistus to lose them, but it had been a necessary sacrifice if things had worked out.

Unfortunately, Grat-ra’zun lived, and Kallistus never found who he was looking for— the one who had formed a rift to the Void.

But it was not a complete loss for the [Hero King]. Because now, the call of the Void was stronger than ever. He could hear its voice like a susurration in his mind. Not only that, he had also been led to Windrip where he learned a new power.

Create.

Kallistus closed his eyes as he recalled the odd, wet sensation dripping from his fingers. It had been like he had cupped his palm into a lake, before sprinkling the crystal clear water into a bed of flowers. And the flowers bloomed— they had grown tall and strong, facing the sun.

Except instead of flowers, they were voidlings. And instead of watering them, the [Hero King] had created them with the Void’s essence.

It was such a fascinating power. He wished to learn more about it. He wanted to experiment— push the limits of what it could accomplish.

But Kallistus Kal couldn’t do any of that. Not often, at least. Because of a simple reason.

He was trapped.

He was certain he was trapped. It was more of in a metaphorical than a literal sense. He couldn’t conjure up the Void’s essence because in doing so, he’d call attention to himself from Guardian Angel Z357.

The [Hero King] had been monitoring the angel’s activities. It was hard to track with even the greatest of scrying spells, and using the Void’s power to do so was out of the question. Instead, he had been paying careful attention to the news he received from the Sect of Abyssal Thorns.

Those [Missives] alone relayed enough information as to where the angel was going to be that day. After all, their members were apparently being hunted down in Alius, but they didn’t know by what.

Kallistus knew the truth. But he didn’t tell them what he knew. He laid them out as bait— using his communications with those mad cultists to lure the angel away from him.

And if that wasn’t enough, the [Hero King] also carefully paid attention to the world for a flare in the Void’s magic. While he wasn’t acute enough with his senses to detect every instance of the Void’s essence being conjured across Vacuos, he still noticed when there was a surge in its power.

Whenever that happened, Kallistus would take that opportunity to experiment. Discreetly and inconspicuously, he’d hide his own dabblings into the Void’s essence, so that the angel would never find him. He had very few opportunities to act in this manner, and his mastery over Create grew slowly. But as long as he could avoid detection, that was all that mattered.

So he closed his eyes and waited for his next opportunity. He sat alone in a bunker beneath his palace, continuing to filter through the [Missives] sent by the Sect of Abyssal Thorns. He had already been gifted a very lucrative opportunity a day ago.

Kallistus had sensed a powerful flare in the Void’s essence somewhere in the Astrad Kingdom. And during that time, he had begun to understand more of Create. He started to learn of its abilities beyond the creation of voidlings. He couldn’t wait until he could continue his experimentation again.

Until then, he wondered what Guardian Angel Z357 could be doing during these long lull periods between such flare-ups.

—--

“Order for table five!” Harlan called out, poking his head out of the kitchen.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.

“They should kick him out for his rude behavior—”

But contrary to what was being said, Guardian Angel Z357 didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Noele was pretty sure it didn’t care about how anyone addressed it. It was doing its job, and that was it.

Still, Noele shook her head and turned to Dorien. “I can’t believe you’re acting this nonchalant around an angel. Have you met one before or something?”

“Absolutely not,” the [Druid] said as he leant back in his seat. “I have never seen something quite as ridiculous as this.”

He eyed the blonde girl’s bowl, before pointing at it.

“Are you going to eat that, by the way?” he asked.

“I— yes,” Noele said as she blinked. “But... how are you so casual about this? Don’t you think this is insane? “

“I just find it amusing.” He shrugged, then chuckled. “It is absolutely insane— and that is why it’s so funny to me.”

Dorien raised his head as Guardian Angel Z357 returned with a steaming plate of pilaf and half a dozen kebabs. He thanked the angel before it left. Then he immediately started scarfing down his food.

“Also, the food is great. I haven’t had a proper meal in so long— eating fruits and raw meat gets bland after a while.” He spoke as he chewed on a skewer of kebab.

“Wait, you ate raw meat?” Noele stared at the [Druid] with round eyes. “Isn’t that bad for you?”

“Sometimes,” Dorien said dismissively. “It’s not that bad. Not if you wash away the taste with some malim juice.”

“What is that?” She frowned.

He began to explain. “It’s this fruit that grows in the Vox Forest—”

—--

The hubbub didn’t die down. Bucky’s Out of this World Restaurant was as crowded as it was during its grand opening. Everyone was talking about the angel who worked as a waiter, the four-armed otherworlder who was a high-leveled [Chef], and the chicken who was supposedly a C-ranked threat.

But while word quickly spread out of Wolfwater of this restaurant, the rumors reaching the nearby villages and even Whiteridge, no one talked about the owner who had no levels. She was plain, unassuming, and honestly quite dull. She looked like an adventurer, but she worked as a cook, so what was there about her to talk about?

Maybe they liked her cooking— even if they attributed the food to someone else— however, no one came to the restaurant for her. No one except for him.

Was he a stranger? Not really. What about a friend? That wasn’t it, either. But he was searching for Amelia.

And he arrived at the village the very next day.

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