Book 1 Milindo & The Holy City: Prologue: Compatible Champion and Stupid Game

Book 1 Milindo & The Holy City: Prologue: Compatible Champion and Stupid Game

"Aigar, here you are," Strigmal said as she appeared right in the middle of his current abode. "You know, you can be hard to find sometimes."

Aigar just sighed, letting his nine golden fox tails express his displeasure for him while he stared at the four-armed, silver-skinned woman who had so rudely interrupted his research.

"Strigmal, why are you here?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. Nevermind. There's only one reason you'd come find me at my personal Convergence Tower. It's already time again, isn't it?"This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

He was annoyed. Quite frankly, he was very annoyed. But not at Strigmal. That would be foolish beyond words.

The last time hed made it clear he was upset at her for this very same reason they had fought for 16 full years and ended up destroying two planets.

The planets he didnt care for, but the time lost on potential research was utterly devastating.

The sooner he dealt with her and this whole situation, the sooner he could get back to his work.

She shrugged with her two sets of muscled shoulders as she replied, "Seeing how far away from The Core you are, I'd guess you're getting the message right about... now."

Hello, Guardian Aigar. The Game will begin on planet 58 in 6-months, 21-days and 34-minutes. Select a player from the list below to represent you.

Planet 18's Delagu'or. Planet 7's Chris Marston. Planet 96's Flame Whisper. Planet 307's unnamed Fulgar Wolf Leader.

Strigmal nodded. Yes, it was. A few thousand years ago. Then again just a bit of 900-years-ago. The constant hero summonings hardly help with its magical tears either. No chances to heal, sadly.

Aigar sighed wistfully. Ah, I recall now yes, yes, the purge and then the deluded man calling himself a god... Well, at least it has its technology if nothing else.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully before saying, This lesser humans compatibility sure is oddly specific to me. I guess you spent a lot of time looking," Aigar said uncaringly.

Strigmal nodded slowly in confirmation.

"Well, if you think this 'Darren' is a good choice, so be it. Core, I choose this one," Aigar said, resulting in a smile spreading across Strigmal's beautiful face.

Confirmed. Please decide if you shall dictate the usage of your chosen player's Soul Slots and leave a welcome message along with a single promise.

Aigar clicked his tongue as his nine golden tails swished about in exasperation. "This is always such a bother."

He sighed and then said, "Well, I should at least give the poor thing some powers... Cant exactly trust mortals to make wise decisions on their own. It always surprises me how incompetent lesser beings can be. I do want the reward"

"Very wise," his four-armed guest noted.

Aigar paused for a moment to consider which, exactly, of his many powers to gift.

He really didnt need that long to decide. He was busy after all and this wasnt a huge priority for him. "Well, here goes. A simple explanatory message should do the job along with the powers 'Hey, kid. I gave you five of my powers...'"