Chapter 101: Seraphina Darkthorn [3]

Chapter 101: Seraphina Darkthorn [3]

Floating in the nowhere of space was —me.

The blackness greeting my eyes—the truth that is not denied by either space or time.

"Oh right, who am I?"—I said, pointing my finger at the television monitor, that hovered at my eye level.

Thousands of people were watching me, from inside the TV. Thousands of people were LITERALLY inside the TV. Living, breathing, alive humans.

"My name is Noah Grey! I am 18 years old!"—stretching out both of my hands in a triumphant T-pose, I declared myself.

My voice was muffled due to the helmet of my space suit.

"You folks must be wondering why am I in space right? Well, truth is, I asked my grandfather for a chance to experience the wonders of space, just once."

"I wanted to feel its embrace before my time comes to an end. And so, he allowed me to join his expedition teeaaaammnnnnghrreeee ...?

—My voice grew increasingly heavy, resonating like a blaring siren, as the world around me underwent a dramatic shift.

My vision blurred and when it cleared, I found myself standing in a desolate and desiccated land.

To my right, a signboard caught my attention.

It boldly displayed —From April 24, 1904, to February 18, 1967.

What was this signboard? I had no idea.

Just as confusion gripped my thoughts, a sudden cry shattered the silence—"Toten!"

"Toten!"—Adolf Hitler's voice reverberated, while his finger pointed towards a particular direction.

There he stood, donned in his infamous field wartime uniform, perched atop an imposing white duck.

The magnificent duck sported a scarf embellished with the pattern of a Nazi symbol, draped stylishly around its neck. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

With a hysterical laugh, the duck charged forward, screaming—"HANHANHANHAHA!"

Suddenly the duck spewed something from its mouth— a projectile. The projectile flew in the air.

I trailed the trajectory of this projectile, only to discover it was an eagle.

With grace and elegance, this majestic eagle glided high above a picturesque rice field. Down below, in the land, diligent farmers and workers toiled away. The sun slowly started rising in the distant backdrop.

Suddenly, the soaring eagle released an object from its powerful talons.

"What did it drop?"—I asked confused.

But in the next second, in the blink of an eye...

----(INTENSE BRIGHTNESS)----

A blinding light engulfed everything.

Once my vision steadied...

Before me stood a huge mushroom cloud, stretching tens of thousands of feet high.

Her flawless, porcelain complexion was accentuated by luscious, rosy lips. Just above her chin, a delicate mole added a touch of charm.

She wore a black dress, yet her eyes remained concealed beneath a blindfold.

"The Dreambreaker has arrived..." Svetlana's voice resonated gently, flowing with melodies.

Seraphina, her mother, glanced at Liam, positioned by the doorway.

"Someone has indeed come regarding the matter of 'cure'," Liam affirmed.

"So there is hope..." Seraphina whispered. She shifted her attention back to her daughter, gently grasping her hand.

When Svetlana was only 12 years old, she was diagnosed with a strange and deadly type of cancer. It had no known cure and, to make matters worse, it affected her mana circuits, making it even more dangerous.

Finnding a cure for cancer is quite difficult in general.

While less sevre forms of cancer can be treated with high-grade potions, it wasn't the case for Svetlana.

Seraphina traveled almost the entire earth, seeking a cure and utilizing all of her available resources.

She reached out to expert potion makers and healers, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope.

But, despite her efforts, hope remained out of her sight.

Svetlana managed to live a relatively healthy life with the help of potent healing potions and magical herbs, but her underlying issue persisted.

Luckily for herself, Svetlana was born with a unique and powerful propensity —the ability to see into the threads of destiny.

Seven months ago, she had a sudden vision. In this vision, she saw that someone was destined to come to her rescue. This mysterious person was called the 'Dreambreaker' in her prophetic sight.

And he was not mysterious just for the saying of it—no. According to her vision, he would be adorned with jewels of mystery itself, with a gift from another world. Perhaps it was all metaphorical? It is quiet hard to interpret prophetic visions, often filled with symbolism.

That's why, seven months ago, the Darkthorn family started advertising for the cure in public, in hopes that this said person would come. But alas, nobody did.

It was no secret that if even high-level sorcerers and healers couldn't cure Svetlana, what can the random public do?

That was the case until today.

"Arrange the formalities. I really hope this person has a cure," Seraphina said.

Bowing deeply, Liam left the room.

Svetlana's smile blossomed. 'Smells like beautiful incense stick.'—She thought.

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Noah's POV:

Perplexed by the sight of various preserved magical beast carcasses displayed like trophies on the walls, I turned to the butler and asked, "What are these?"

Among the collection, peculiar glass stands held the heads of other mystical creatures.

Nano's monotonous voice echoed in my head, [A lot of uncatalogued DNA is being detected].

"The Darkthorn family has killed many legendary beasts throughout generations. All of these serve as markers for their conquests. Some were even slain by Her Excellency Seraphina herself. In the past, the Darkthorn ancestors were known for slaying mythical beasts," explained the butler.

Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow, but suddenly an idea struck me about mana circuit tattoos. Hastily, I interrupted the butler,"Wait, hold on! Hold on! You just mentioned mythical beasts, didn't you?! What kind of mythical beasts were slain by the Darkthorn family?"

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