The God of Jesters
Chapter 655 - 10.02.3 Angry seas.

Chapter 655: 10.02.3 Angry seas.

Things were moving, bad things.

Things that had been ignorant for the most, though only reading about them in notes left by the predecessors. The very forbidden text that leaves the mind of a mortal muddled.

Like the dream world, which had many names of its own, or Hell which went by countless other names. This place also had many names to go by, but in general, it was the place called the Realm of God, or the Spirit Realm, where the monsters of this worlds hide.

From the stories I had heard, the realm of Gods was intrinsically connected to the material plane, though a thousand times in size of Earth, it somewhat copied or was influenced by the material plane and vice versa.

Changes in one place will show up in the other place, and the mortal lives appear there as if they were insects, shadows, or even rocks on the side. And it was such a place that made my body tremble for I had been sensing an impending doom if I were to enter it.

And for the last few days, from my senses alone, the danger in that place had only increased further, with movements that seemed to be filled with rage. ’How curious.’ This much information without even entering it, nothing was recorded in the books, so did they hide it or was it my own unique ability?

It would be wonderful if that was the case. ’Still too weak to enter.’ Well that will be the case for me, someone who doesn’t even possess a Domain while being a totem. Not to mention, the worst part was the injuries on my body, my soul was fractured and two of my heads were eaten by the third.

The future did look bleak. Though only for a little, I had my ways to fix the issues ailing my soul, though it would be more appropriate to say, that the answer to me was given by Malidi. He found my state pathetic and hence chose to help me without asking for anything in return.

Hah, he thinks I don’t know what his intentions are, but as long as I can recover my soul, then I can focus on developing a Domain, something that most do as a Legendary being, while I... I was never a legendary to begin with.

Such is the fate of those who walk a bizarre path like mine.

’Swim little fish.’ I spoke to myself, swimming into the seas while planning the little games ahead.

Though I did stray further away from the strong energies I felt in the distance, usually hidden even from other legendary beings, they couldn’t fool my senses, making it easier for me to swim safely, albeit at a struggling pace. If not for the little fishes I controlled to enter my mouth, enduring this little swim of mine would have taken out a lot.

But I must do this much if I wish to succeed in my plans, and what were they, you ask?

Well, the answer is obvious if you think about it. Usually a nightmare and a Wraith, I have always had the path of securing souls’ spirit energy by feeding on the dreams of mortals or even somewhat higher beings as long as they lack any protection or remain ignorant of my existence.

Though my current damage requires more than just that, an entire city won’t be enough for my consumption. And that is just to stabilize my injuries. This was not like before, where my clones were hurt while my core remained intact. The current injuries were far more brutal than one can imagine.

’If I was a cruel monster, how easy it would be to recover.’ But I can’t be cruel, killing so many for my health will be killing their stories and erasing their potential, so unless a story of greater value appears, I won’t harm the innocents for myself.

Leaving me with only the second choice.

’A dead god resides in your blood, carrying the divinity of nature to part... go, devour something similar.’ The direction he gave me was another forbidden ground, a small place with illuminated caves that looked like stars. Or so the people that have dared to venture inside have said, though none live past few days, and if they do, they generally end up mad or ’Blind’. Fascinating place if I were to speak about it.

Called Abyss of Madness, the riches insides are something to behold from the stories and countless foolish adventurers had regularly lost their lives. Even then, it’s worth it for the riches they can recover from that place always ends up helping their family, even if they end up dead.

That’s the appeal of that place. As for me, I had gone there once, though, unlike the fools from before, I never touched any of the riches, nor looked at the false sun in that place. Even as a foolish spirit in my youth, I understood the horror of that false sun and the surrounding riches.

It would be more appropriate to say, I understood what that place actually was.

’A trap.’ I don’t know who made it or the reason why there were so many worldly materials inside of it, but one thing was certain, that place was built as a death trap, and I was going to jump into that trap myself for my survival.

’Going alone, that’s how I will do it.’

That was my intention, a clear and cut plan that didn’t include any of my friends, creations, or children. It was a journey for me alone.

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By the time Remira and Vance came to their senses, the world around them felt a bit false. "An illusion?" Was Remira’s first thought, while Vance, didn’t think much but stabbed in a certain direction, attempting to crack this illusion.

And he did end up hitting something. A finger.

"Such anger. You lost someone." Appeared a woman, younger and weaker in appearance than her prior form, but this weaker form of her was the only one that won’t cause harm to these two juniors of hers. So here she was, appearing as suspicious as they come.

But the moment she appeared, the desire for battle inside Remira and even Vance died down. "Who are you?’ He felt nothing from this woman, no smell, no breathing, not even a little sign of life.

Though the moment she appeared, her body suffocated both Vance and Remira alike, this was a suppression of atomic level, where they instinctively understood that this being in front of them was far from mortal. It exceeded their cognition.

An eldritch horror.

"My name... it carries too much weight, so call me by my title, Ocean Cleaver." At those words, Vance’s face turned ugly as he bowed in respect, something not usually done among Radiant Knights, who usually consider each other equal in front of the goal they pursue, so besides the common courtesy, rarely anyone among the Radiant Knights ever bow.

That is why Remira, ignorant of the weight the name Ocean Cleaver carried, appeared surprised for a moment before she bowed down in respect, though she didn’t know why.

"Surprised anyone in your branch would know of my existence." The Brihma continent, appearing simple or even weaker on the surface was far more dangerous and volatile than one can expect, there is a reason why the majority of churches rarely keep their Angels or totems in that place. So it’s usually the case that most in the Brihma remain unaware of the powerhouses above legends in their group.

So it was a surprise to see Vance know this name.

"My master, he had access to the Order’s Secret archive."

"And he told his student about it? Fascinating, I wonder who he is, usually such matters are not for people at your level to hear." Though she kidnapped the two due to Remira, for some reason, she felt a level of kinship to Vance, and more than that, she felt something wrong with his mind at the moment. It must be the loss.

So she tried to ease them up a bit in her own kind way, distracting their mind as she slowly carved up a place in mind for her.

"Knight Alabasta, a recently ascended Legendary Knight... he died a month ago," Vance spoke holding back his emotions.

While the woman hearing such words suddenly clenched her fist. "Who... how did this happen?" She was angry, the anger she felt at the moment can’t be explained in simpler terms, it’s only those in the seas that will understand the horror of her strength.

At this moment, over a five hundred-kilometer radius of the ocean suddenly turned completely silent, even the waves died down and snow started to fall down from the skies, letting the mortals on close by island panic as they never had seen snow in their lives.

But to others, those totems that had made the islands their home, they hid. All of them hid from the monster whose rage alone had affected reality without her doing anything.

Such strength was not something even an average Totem would possess, it was closer to the ranks of a Top Angel.

Someone who can be said to rival even gods.

And I felt that existence as well. ’Hopefully nothing bad happens to me after this.’ With that hope, I kept swimming in that direction, ever closer to my goal.

This being, whoever it was had little to do with me at the moment, and it would be impossible for it to know my goal. Though such incidences can’t be treated lightly, I should inform Malidi about this being if he doesn’t know already, for who knows what can happen in future.