Chapter 1784 Seclusion [3]

Chapter 1784 Seclusion [3]

Damien kept his gaze sharp. He stepped back as they stepped forward as if intimidated by their presence.

His eyes stayed not on them, but on their aura. It was difficult to dissect it with his awareness alone, but it was necessary to try.

The leader seemed to be telling the truth about his whole "life lesson" thing. He was somewhat sincere in his intentions, though his plan was still to beat and rob him.

It wasn't too surprising. If this was as Damien presumed, then all of these people once had great stature. They were beings who could rule the cosmos with their power alone, so they couldn't naturally possess the demeanor of a street thug.

Instead, if they chose to take on such roles out of necessity, then it was natural for a little bit of their original character to shine through.

Damien didn't act scared. There was no way he'd be scared in this situation. He looked more like a cornered tiger who still wanted to fight despite knowing his disadvantages.

The bandit leader approached, not saying a single word, and raised his club. The red and black energy swirled and turned into a manifestation of some sort, but Damien couldn't recognize its form.

Perhaps it was a creature from that man's original world, but to Damien, it was something that "didn't exist."

'Oh?'

Despite his situation, Damien was pleasantly surprised.

Right, Nonexistence was also subjective, wasn't it?

If a person was ignorant, then wasn't anything outside their sphere of knowledge nonexistent?

Because Damien was on such a high pedestal, there wasn't much that didn't exist in his world. That made it hard for him to imagine the things he could use to get closer to the concept.

But this was a method.

In this way, he could absolutely strengthen his comprehension. Nevertheless, now wasn't the time.

Damien watched the club approach in slow motion, contemplating whether or not he should let it hit him.

He didn't know until a second later that it was never fated to land.

BANG!

Before the energy reached Damien, it was blocked by another. It was similarly dark but did not have the same red accents. Still, it smelled of Nonexistence.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Unfortunately, yes. Despite my time here, the Abyss has not come closer than it was near when I first arrived."

Damien didn't question what the "Abyss" was. Every cosmos likely had its own way of naming Nonexistence. It was only called as such in the True Void because he decided that Existence and Nonexistence were what stood between creation and destruction and the Void.

For someone who spoke as if he experienced the construction of these cabins to say that he made no progress was more concerning than any sort of difference in names.

Harold didn't take him into the lighthouse, but to the closest house to its entrance.

Once they were inside, he motioned for Damien to have a seat and poured a strange concoction unlike anything Damien had seen before.

"This is Urbet, a common beverage consumed by the people of my home. Feel free to try some."

Harold sat down across from Damien, placing their cups on the table.

"Now, newcomer, allow me to inform you about this realm; the Land of Nothingness."

Harold's expression was stern. His eyes were empty as if this story was one that haunted him during every waking moment.

'The Land of Nothingness...'

Otherwise known as the Land of the Forgotten.

It was a place where the Unrecorded went to die when they became too arrogant, a place where experts perished like flies.

It was a prison for people who could not reach the extent of their potential, and a paradise for those who could.

This place was the exact reason why the Void wasn't filled with cosmos at war. It was the place that confined the people who had the potential to cause that kind of chaos. However, it was never meant to be a prison.

Instead, this was the test of qualifications that Damien skipped when he became a God.

This time, like everyone else, he had to struggle to reach the heights he dreamed of.

However, he was prepared for it.

His time as a supreme being didn't erase all of the experiences that got him to that point. The spirit inside of him never died. It merely went into hibernation as it was no longer needed.

As Harold talked, as he learned about the truths of this realm, Damien's eyes lit up with the flames of burning determination.

He was going to conquer this place and return to his own cosmos.

And he was going to do it faster than anyone else had done before.