Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage

Chapter 897: One Heaven’s Trickery II

CH897 One Heaven’s Trickery II

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“The Spell he gave to you, which allowed you to communicate with the Universal Order, merely brought forward a phenomenon that every—as you know it in Pangea—Class Creator will experience once they reach the Legendary rank and prove their Class before the Natural Order.

“I believe One Heaven was a Class Creator himself, which is why he had an understanding of the phenomenon. He realised you were one as well, which he leveraged by giving you the Spell.

“The Spell only worked because you yourself are a Class Creator, and you were bound to find yourself in that space sometime in the future.

“His Spell or method didn’t make the phenomenon possible; it only brought forward the possibility,” Uthvaazgol said with something akin to a chuckle.

“As for the Fortune method…” He continued, “it is something all leaders of factions recognised by the Natural Order will gain. Everyone from a lowly barony to the leaders of organisations and Emperors have them. All his so-called legacy does is make it easier to control the power from the Legacy. As long as your rank and affinity are high enough, you will eventually be able to control the power if you train it—though, admittedly, it won’t be as easy to do.”

“So you are saying I was lied to?” Alex asked.

“Lie is a strong word. He told you the truth; he just framed it in a way that made your thinking align with his intentions, which was to get you to believe it was your duty to save Verdantis,” Uthvaazgol replied.

“Just because you arrived in Verdantis the way you did, met this One Heaven, and accepted the deal didn’t mean your Providence was intertwined with Verdantis. You were not a native, so you had no stake in Verdantis’s survival or fall. Unless you yourself believed it,” he revealed.

“Unless I believe it?” Alex asked, surprised.

“Yes. Providence is akin to a concept of will. The more you believe you are a part of something, the more you contribute Providence to that entity and receive from it as well. You were an outsider who serendipitously arrived on the plane. You shared no bond with it. However, thanks to a few words from One Heaven, you have begun to believe you possess some duty to the plane.

“In fact, the Legacy, the birth of the National Fortune Spirit, was also a method to further reinforce that belief. In reality, despite everything you have taken from it, you owe Verdantis nothing.

“This is why One Heaven… nudged you,” Uthvaazgol revealed.

Alex ruminated over things carefully. He somewhat understood what his Master was saying.

“I checked, though, Master. None of the words he said to me back then had any nefarious intentions to them,” Alex said.

“Because they didn’t. He ‘deceived’ you not to bring you harm, but to benefit Verdantis, his homeworld,” Uthvaazgol replied.

“He believes you possess a Fortune that can suppress the Fortune or Providence of all others on the plane due to the state of the plane’s Providence. This led him to believe you will stand a better chance of saving the plane than even the hero Destiny should have provided for it.

“It is ironic, really. For a Transcendent who walks the path of Destiny, he chose to act against destiny—or rather, fate—and choose someone other than the plane’s fated hero.” He chuckled.

“Then again, he only had to give away little to achieve a suitable result. Regardless of who saves the plane at the end of the day, the fated hero or the faux hero chosen by him, the plane would have more chances to be saved—which was all that mattered to him.”

“So, are you saying, Master, that my Providence isn’t tied to Verdantis’s? No harm will come to me or my Providence even if Verdantis falls? Even with the existence of the Fortune-suppressing dragon?” Alex inquired.

“You are correct. Unlike what One Heaven led you to believe, you are not tied to Verdantis, nor do you owe the plane anything. Even the Fortune Spirit cannot do anything unless you yourself choose for it to be so,” Uthvaazgol replied.

‘Such is the nature of your Providence and Fortune, which is protected by beings beyond your imagination.’ Uthvaazgol thought to himself, amused.

“So, what do you want to do? Will you break the bond?” he asked.

Alex thought about it for a moment.

“No, there is no need. This knowledge doesn’t change anything. It just means I can freely accept the benefits of the plane with little worry,” Alex replied.

“I expected as much,” Uthvaazgol stated with amusement. “Do you understand why I informed you of this despite expecting your decision?”

“So that I would know not to freely make deals with old and/or superior-ranked beings and entities? So that I understand that I have a way out in this war which is currently way over my head?” Alex guessed.

“It is good that you understand.” The Ancient Dragon’s eyes narrowed into something akin to a smile, laced with clear amusement.

“Speaking of the Fortune Spirit, let me see it,” he requested.

“My connection to it has been faint since returning to Pangea. I don’t think I can summon it out—”

“Just do it,” Uthvaazgol said dismissively.

A golden beam flashed from his eyes, creating something akin to a barrier field around Alex.

Alex nodded, then attempted to summon the Fortune-suppressing Dragon.

Soon, the serpentine dragon slithered out from Alex’s head and danced in the air above him.

The serpentine dragon looked at Uthvaazgol. Surprisingly, there was no fear in its eyes. Rather, its lips even watered.

“Greedy, aren’t we? Unfortunately, your bearer is unable to fully bear a connection to my Providence just yet,” Uthvaazgol chuckled genially.

The Ancient Dragon lifted his forelimb and pointed a claw at the Fortune-suppressing Dragon’s head.

Crack~

Shatter!

Instantly, Alex felt something crack, then shatter. The serpentine dragon lifted higher into the air as more and more familiar golden energy flooded into it.

Its body grew more and more distinct.

However, it soon seemed like the serpentine dragon could not bear the inflow for much longer. Just then, a phantom of a tree appeared behind Alex. Swiping one of its branches, the tree pulled the remnant energy towards itself.

Then another vein-like branch shot out, wrapping around the serpentine dragon and bringing it back onto the tree’s crown.

For a moment, the tree phantom stood unmoving in the air before returning to Alex’s body.

Alex didn’t know why, but he felt Lord Bonsai’s Phantom communicate something to Uthvaazgol. However, the Ancient Dragon didn’t betray anything in its demeanour, nor did it show any intention of revealing anything.

“What just happened, Master?” Alex asked.

“I freed the anchor binding the Fortune Spirit to Verdantis. Now, the Spirit is anchored only to you,” the Ancient Dragon replied.

“What does that mean? What difference does it make?” Alex asked.

“You will find out in due time,” Uthvaazgol replied.

His eyes turned to the Skywalker Sword sheathed at Alex’s waist. Before Alex could continue his line of questioning, he said,

“It seems you really have a strong connection and tie with the dragon race,” he suddenly said.

“Not only did you birth a Fortune Spirit in the form of a dragon, your beasts also received the essence of a ruler of the dragon race on a plane. Now, you’ve also acquired a weapon forged from sacrificed parts of a dragon.”

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