Chapter 500: Kamrusepa’s Vision

"Fractured Heaven?" Camazotz frowned. "Where in the world is that? Kamrusepa, do you know where it is?"

"I don't know," Kamrusepa replied. "But wherever it is, it's located somewhere out of our reach."

Metatron, who was pretending to just happen to pass by the three people having a meeting, joined their conversation.

"The Fractured Heaven is on the Western Edge of Solterra," Metatron commented. "It's a domain that cannot be entered easily because it is cut off from the rest of the world by an enchanted wall that extends for thousands of miles."

"An enchanted wall?" Thirteen looked at the God of the Order of the Apocalypse with a solemn expression on his face. "Why is it cut off from the rest of the world?"

"It's because The One had no other choice but to seal them away to prevent them from getting annihilated by the Jinns who first appeared in this world," Metatron answered. "But those Jinns are different from the Jinns and Majins that inhabit Solterra now.

"They didn't possess a lot of intelligence, and they were more beasts than beasts. In order to confine them within one place, The One sealed away Fractured Heaven from the World. That Fool did it not because of goodwill but because of guilt."

Metatron spat out of disgust, but whether he intended for it to happen or not, his spit landed on Camazot's wing, making the Death Bat have a face that was suffering from injustice.

"If that Idiotic God sent you there, then it only means one thing," Metatron eyed Thirteen with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. "He wants you to clean up his mess for him."

"I knew it." Thirteen facepalmed. "And here I thought that things would go smoothly this time around."

Although Metatron didn't say everything, the teenage boy already had a gist of what his Chain Quest was all about.

The God of Wanderers used him as a tool to help clear difficult missions. So wherever he would be sent, great conflict would certainly follow.

"Okay, let's set aside the history of the Fractured Heaven for the time being," Thirteen said. "For now, do any of you have any Over Soul in your possession? I'll borrow one. I promise to pay it later."

Camazotz, who had been spat upon earlier, wanted to vent and to spit on Thirteen's face due to how shameless he was.

However, knowing that doing so might offend Metatron and Kamrusepa, he decided to not do it. Instead, he lightly nudged Thirteen's head with his fists as a way to vent out his frustrations.

"Do you think Over Souls grow on trees?" Camazotz asked. "Maybe it exists in the Treasury of the Apocalypse, but finding one in Solterra is completely by chance!"

Over Souls didn't have a fixed appearance because they could be anything.

It could be a rock, a gem, a tree, and an object.

On extremely rare occasions, it could even be a living thing.

An Over Soul was something that contained immense power of life, similar to the World Tree of the Elves.

"Tell me something I don't already know," Thirteen said with a smile.

"Oh?" Kamrusepa arched an eyebrow. "Do you already know that person's identity?"

Thirteen nodded. "Of course, I know. It's an old, sh*tty, senile, and disgusting old man, right?"

Kamrusepa blinked once then twice before tilting her head to the side. "It's not an old man, but a teenage girl. She's someone you hate the most."

"Teenage girl? Not an old man? Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. In the vision I saw, you will meet a teenage girl."

This time, it was Thirteen's turn to tilt his head in confusion.

The only "girl" whom he hated was the Goddess of Fate, but he was certain that she was not a teenage girl.

In other words, he would meet someone he hated, but even he didn't know their identity.

"Can you give me a clue?" Thirteen inquired looking completely dumbfounded. "Like, what does she look like?"

Kamrusepa covered her lips and giggled because she found Thirteen's current expression quite funny.

"A young lady who is as beautiful as a painting," Kamrusepa replied. "That is all that I can tell you."

"That's it?" Thirteen frowned. "Are you talking about my sisters? Is it Shasha?"

"Of course not," Kamrusepa shook her head. "But one thing is certain—you will meet her whether you want it or not."

Thirteen's frown deepened because this was something that he didn't want to think of right now.

He was already busy preparing for the battle with the Second Person whom he hated the most, and yet, another Hated Person would appear, and this time, it was a girl.

Thirteen only interacted with a few girls in his life, and he believed that he didn't "hate" any of them.

'Well, it's no use to think about this for now,' Thirteen thought. 'I'll just deal with it when the time comes.'

Thirteen wasn't too worried about Kamrusepa's vision, but he made sure to take note of it.

Since he didn't manage to get any help from the Order of the Apocalypse, he decided to return to Solterra and implement a roundabout strategy to get what he wanted.