Read Novel Full Chapter 493 - Deal? Deal.
Chapter 493 - Deal? Deal.
Noah looked at the notifications panel of Providence with an intrigued expression.
It was the first time he had seen something like a Class or even a SubClass. And that made him wonder what all of these were and how they came to be.
Besides, the title of the SubClass itself was quite catchy. He liked it. Anything about Husband was like honey to his ears.
And so, knowing the feeling of her husband, Providence continued,
<Main Class: Lord of Harmony.>
<SubClass: Primordial Husband>
<Description: A husband is a protector, a provider, a refuge, and a devoted partner. You are all of these. Yet you are more. Once you are married to someone, not even death will do you part. Not even annihilation of existence will do you part. Only one thing will do you part... and it is nothing.>
<Abilities: Eternal Companion, Living Refuge, First Protector.>
<Unique Authority: The Guider>
Noah read the notification with searing curiosity. However, before he even got the time to delve into it, he felt another kind of power seeping inside his body.
He suppressed a sigh of contentment, experiencing how his bones, muscles, and everything inside his body were being restructured by a unique kind of power.
<You have bonded with Diatah Taraji Desdemona.>
Providence's voice boomed again.
<Due to the low level of affection she has toward you, you can only get one thing from her.>
<What is your choice?>
This time, he slowly lifted his head, looking at Diatah standing there in silence. Her face was still dazed, looking at the ring on her finger, as if not truly coming to terms with the fact that she was now married.
Noah could sense, probably with his new SubClass, that his new wife was plagued with hidden worries she would let none be aware of.
Worries that made her heart sick, unable to open to any kind of emotions except the overwhelming desire to walk toward the path where everything would converge... where her question would be answered... where she would finally know...
Know what?
Noah had no idea. He only had a concerning perception about what his wives were feeling.
And it was not limited to Diatah. Even inside his consciousness, he could feel his wives' presence almost as if they were breathing down his neck.
He could sense their worries and even share a bit of their senses to see what they were seeing if he focused a little more.
And what they were seeing was the cold face of Diatah above the Principality. It looked like the end of a world.
They were frightened.
Still, even through all these fears, there were two beings whose feelings of fear were for a whole other reason.
Justicia and Apollonia.
And Justicia, particularly, made Noah feel a chill through his heart.
He immediately focused back on the current situation, wishing to get out fast, looking at Diatah, who was now staring down at him.
Until now, Noah was not used to her beauty. Diatah Taraji had skin like polished marble, deeply pale, with tattoos covering her whole left hand.
They were black tribal tattoos that made Noah's head spin if he stared too long.
Her hair was equally white, with hundreds of rings made of condensed constellations knotted into it. Her nose was pierced - more precisely, a septum piercing - making her look strangely more dazzling.
Her ears were riddled with piercings too, and her irises were black, with white pupils fragmented into nine pieces, each one looking like a very distinct animal.
Noah was, once again, in awe. And it seemed he was staring far too long, for Diatah creased her face in annoyance.
"There is a limit to how hard you can look at me," she said. "It's getting
annoying."
"Is this how you speak to your husband?" Noah tilted his head but didn't wait for her answer as he continued, "Anyway. Before I give you this rock, I have things to ask and tell you."
Taraji didn't answer, but her eyes showed she was listening.
Noah lifted one finger upward. "What is the power you like the most in yourself?"
She frowned at the question but still answered, unwilling to drag this out. "My eyes," she said, pointing at them. "I can see the Point of
Stagnation of a being with them."
"And what can you do with it?"
"I can make that point permanent," she said. "I have the power to make evolution impossible."
Noah's eyes widened at those words. His thoughts spun in dizzying circles. If she had the power to make evolution impossible, then
wouldn't that mean she could literally stop someone from getting stronger, better, or even enlightened?
Wouldn't that simply translate into a slow, painful death?
Noah knew well that someone - something that didn't evolve would not last long in this universe or even reality as a whole. They would become resources for someone else's evolution.
But Noah's thoughts went deeper, thinking about what would happen
if Taraji made a whole universe... stagnant.
She was, literally, the End of Beginning. The End of Becoming.
That simple thought made the hair on his back stand like spikes on a
porcupine.
His thoughts were halted by the smooth voice of Taraji.
"Next question," she said, acting as if she hadn't just said something deeply worrying.
"The eyes, then,' Noah breathed, deciding what he would take from
her.
"This is no longer a question, but a warning." He lifted the rock and showed it to her. "To avoid some annoying problems coming for me - or even you we will need to do something about this rock."
"Added to that, we will need to talk about how we will return to the
Principality."
"What do you mean?"
"I have things to destroy, and an authority to snatch away from
someone."
Noah smiled, cracking his neck.
"I will need your help."
"One thing first, Noah."
"Hm?" He tilted his head.
"How many wives do you have?"
Dead silence.
<Whew. What an unexpected question.>
Noah's lips unconsciously twitched, confused about how this
question even came up.
"I mean," he began, stammering a bit, "Many?" He smiled sweetly.
Taraji's eyes grew colder.
"So my husband is a man-whore?"
"That's harsh, sweetheart. I am a cultured man. Nothing else, nothing
more. Besides, that's not the subject, okay? Let's focus here."
"What's the subject?" Her voice was clearly disdainful.
"Destruction of a Principality and theft of authority."
"What will be my role?"
"You destroy, I steal." Noah smiled sweetly. "Deal, sweetheart?"
Taraji rolled her eyes. "I need to vent my frustration anyway."
She rolled her left hand, her tattoo glowing sinisterly.
"Deal."
Meanwhile, in the Waking Universe, Rue Octave had just arrived at the main world of Celestial, Luminary.
And there, with his body aching from Soleil's merciless kick and his
mind muddled by memories he had no recollection of ever living... Rue Octave met at the very door of Luminary another celestial. Someone who had been his friend long ago because of their shared past of having their records stolen by Aurelia.
Now the two old friends stood in front of each other again, locking
eyes and feeling a sense of understanding yet overwhelming fear
coursing through them.
"W-What... what are you doing here?" Rue Octave asked, feeling the instinctive need to flee from his friend.
His Self was crying, shouting at him to go away, yet his feet refused to
budge except toward his friend.
"I..." Castria said, his golden eyes equally trembling, "don't know. I just... I just felt like coming here..."
"I don't know, Rue. My mind... my mind has been messing with me
lately. My memories are weird. I... remember things I shouldn't... and oh, Light burn me..."
Castria's voice lowered to a hushed tone as he held Rue's shoulders tightly in his shaking grasp.
"I," he whispered, his voice thick with fear greater than anything, "...I
just killed all my elven servants, their souls nothing but ashes."
Rue's body quivered. "Why?" he managed to ask, despite already knowing why.
"I don't know, Light have mercy, Rue!" he almost shouted. "I don't
know! But I hate them... I hate the elves! I hate them! But why? Why do I hate them?"
Tears streamed down his eyes.
"What is happening to me, Rue, friend? Tell me, for the sake of the Light above!" Rue's throat was dry like cotton. "No," he said. "What is happening to
us, Light above, you mean... Because, Castria..."
He hugged him and whispered softly,
"I hate myself. I hate you. I want to kill you. I..."
His voice changed, becoming like that of a woman.
"I want to kill all of you."
-End of Chapter 493-