Chapter 686 686: ...Oh



"What happens next will depend on you. The Deity...

...How do I contact it?"

"Yo, teach. What's going on...?" Prince Tino looked back and forth between Riley and Dr. Whis.

It wasn't only Prince Tino, his classmates that were just peacefully sitting in their seats did the same; their moving eyes, reflecting their confusion.

"...Hopefully nothing," Dr. Whis gestured to Prince Tino to take a seat, even pushing him to the side before blocking him and the rest of the students from Riley's view,

"Where... did you get the uniform?"

"One of the students peering over my quarters gave it to me, Dr. Whis," Riley said as he examined himself, "I have to say, it is quite comfortable to the touch—I expected nothing less of uniforms reserved for nobles."

"What... did you do to the student?"

"I believe I was the first to ask a question and yet here you are asking another before answering mine, Dr. Whis," Riley let out a small sigh as he shook his head, "Please answer my question."

"..." Dr. Whis once again stared at Riley for a few seconds; almost biding his time as he waited for someone in the school to discover that the Traveler they bought is missing from its confinement, "Why... do you want to know about—"

"Kya!"

And before Dr. Whis could finish his words, everyone inside the room instinctively turned their heads toward the sudden scream that almost deafened their ears.

"N... no..."

And there, Dr. Whis could really only exhale the most painful of breaths as he saw one of her students wrapped in flames—dancing for her life as her classmates ran to the sides. Prince Tino, who was actually supposed to be seated next to the girl, could not help but let out a stuttered gasp as he just watched her burn.

Just a little more, and he would have seated right next to her. Just a little more, and he would have probably joined her last dance.

He was shocked, everyone was. Their friend was now just a char, a black mark on the floor; but they couldn't help but just ask in their minds... how?

Dr. Whis also had the same question, but not for long as his eyes landed back on the Traveler in front of him.

"That is your fault, Dr. Whis."

"...What?"

"I already told you that everything that happens next is your fault," Riley sighed; his breaths, whispering like a dagger through each of the students' ears.

"You... you killed her?" Dr. Whis stuttered.

"No, you did," Riley patted Dr. Whis on the shoulder several times; shaking his head before making his way to his desk and casually taking a seat, "Please, Doctor. I expected you to be fast on the uptake—and please, stop asking so many questions and just answer mine...

...The Deity, how do I contact it?"

"I..." Dr. Whis wanted to buy as much time as possible, but now that the Traveler has shown its true colors and what it is capable of, any thoughts of trying anything disappeared from his mind.

He knew. They all knew. The risks of procuring a Traveler slave were high, intensely high. The Travelers are mysterious creatures, and all the studies suggest that they are from a completely different plane entirely.

The Travelers are also strong, but more so than not, their strength is in their brains. And even if they are physically strong, the Slave Collar prevents any of that strength from ever surfacing... a collar that was absent from Riley's neck.

And so, with a split-second decision, Dr. Whis could truly only really answer truthfully.

"I don't know," Dr. Whis breathed out, "The Deity only intervenes when something drastic happens."

"Oh."

And that was a mistake.

"Drastic? Hm..." Riley placed his hand on his chin as his skin instantly returned to its original white and freakishly pale color, "...I think I know how to do that. That is good too, I am getting impatient dealing with... the mundane."

"Please, wait... please," Dr. Whis once again moved in front of Riley to cover the students from his view, "The children, they don't—"

"Oh. You do not have to worry, Dr. Whis," Riley let out a small chuckle as he waved his hand,

"All of you are going to die."

"...What?"

"And since I do not have access to my telekinesis, this is going to be a very fun process for all sides," Riley tapped the desk; his finger, letting out some sort of dark ripple that scattered across the surface of the desk. This dark ripple continued to crawl through the floor, and as it reached Dr. Whis's feet... this ripple extruded from the ground in the form of a million tiny spikes.

"!!!"

Dr. Whis did not even have time to scream before this black thorn scattered through and throughout his entire body in less than a second, turning him into a porcupine as his tongue stuck out from his opened mouth.

"Hm..." Riley stood up from the desk as he inched closer toward Dr. Whis, who now just looked like some sort of taxidermy as he stood there lifeless. Riley then turned toward the students, who now also had black thorns sticking out from every inch of their bodies—tearing their flesh so finely that some of them seemed to not realize that they were already dead,

"I forgot I had this ability. But then again, I suppose it is useless against a majority of the stronger Supers of Earth," Riley started walking around the literal forest of death, admiring his work as he nodded to himself. But after he looked enough, his feet very slowly started to leave the floor; his eyes, now glowing orange as a smile crawled on his face,

"Killing and torturing without using my telekinesis...

...I suppose this is what Father would call putting in some elbow grease?"

And with those words, Riley flew up—completely destroying the ceiling and killing anyone that might have been unfortunate enough to be above him as he went straight through the roof of the building without care.

And before the invisible hand of the Deity could bring him back down, Riley dived back on his own—not even bothering to look at the city he was in from above as he just dove straight down; his entire body, engulfed in flames that distorted the skirt of wind that formed around his waist.

"I call this...

...Meteor Riley."

A Boom.

Perhaps that was just the only way to describe what happened next. The Kritika Academy did not even have the chance to cave in as the entire city basically turned into a giant wave that rippled across the entire plateau—no, the entire continent.

Riley has not even seen the beautiful world of now which he resides, and yet he was already destroying a huge part of it.

Because it is as he said—he was tired of the mundane. He is a being that could destroy planets, he wasn't going to waste his time playing slaves and knights in a world without Italian Mafia Reborn.

"Meteor Riley, pft..." And as the ashes of everything created an ocean of darkness around him, Riley just waved his hand—using an ability to control and create wind as he blew away all the dirt that threatened to stick to him. But alas, without his telekinesis, he was already dirty,

"Pirate Queen Xra would be proud of my naming sense. Now, hm...

...Where are you, Deity?"

"..."

"..."

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

Riley spent hours walking across the desert he made as he waited for something to happen—and yet nothing. The events that transpired around him the past hour were as empty as the field of death around him.

"I might have made a mistake," Riley then whispered to himself as he looked around, "Maybe... I just didn't destroy enough? But if I destroy everything, I will be floating in space for a very long time. Did... I usually talk to myself like this? This is weird."

[Who are you?]

And before Riley could get any more ideas from his slowly deteriorating mind, he heard a weird, and somewhat electronic voice whispering from behind him.

"Are you the Deity?" Riley blinked a couple of times as he turned around to look at the owner of the voice, "I apologize for killing some of your people, but—Oh, are you real?"

Riley blinked a couple of times as soon as he saw the figure of the deity; somewhat translucent, almost as if her silhouette was not really there... and perhaps it wasn't.

[Are you?]

The Deity was a woman.

"I am," Riley then tilted his head as he approached the Deity, stretching his arm toward her, only for his hand to go through her stomach, "A hologram?"

[You know what a hologram is? I guess you're one of those weird fucks from the other universe. Wait, did you just kill all the aliens?]

"..." Riley then turned to look at the Deity's face; his head, tilting further to the side as he did so.

[You really did kill them, didn't you? Oh, man...

...Dee is not going to like this at all.]

"Huh..." Riley then let out a small hum as he nodded his head,

"...You're Alice Lane."