The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 310: Volume 5 Lord’s Path - 3 Nightmare

Chapter 310: Volume 5 Lord’s Path Chapter 3 Nightmare

As if noticing the questions, fear, and inquiry in Komer’s eyes, the statue’s face unusually curved into a slight smile, "If you have any doubts, just go ahead and ask quickly, I don’t have much time. Destiny has brought us together, and finally, I can be relieved before it concludes, and my countless efforts in concentrating on the Black Jade Demon Crystal would not have been in vain."

Komer’s brain seemed to understand something for a moment, yet at the same time, it seemed like he understood nothing at all. But one thing was certain — the half-human, half-statue figure before him definitely had something to do with the crystal stone in his embrace.

"Who exactly are you? Why have I come to this place?" This is probably the first question anyone in this situation would ask.

"Heh, this is the Dark Chapel, the most sacred place of the Dark Empire where only the great Dark King could dwell. You are here due to the favor of the God of Fate and a fortuitous coincidence," the statue’s face bore a desolate yet proud expression; its green eyes flickered with dark light as if to pierce through the gloom of the grand hall and reach the pitch-black sky above — a blend of expressions such as remembrance, pain, thought, and excitement washed over its countenance, which one could not precisely describe with a single intended phrase.

"As for me, who am I? I do not know how long it has been since my era, but I believe my name has probably been obliterated already. The victors would not allow the passage of a history that narrates their filth and ugliness to linger in the world, so saying it out loud is already of little significance." Every nuance of the statue’s face appeared minutely realistic, causing Komer to doubt whether he was looking at a real person’s head or an illusionary deception presented via Illusion Magic.

"Then, why have you summoned me here?" At this point, Komer had completely calmed down. This nightmarish illusion made it hard for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy, but the bizarre and complex events he had encountered in the past two or three years were already enough — adding one more to the list was irrelevant.

The statue clearly appeared to be satisfied with the newcomer’s demeanor, its thick lips curling slightly to reveal white teeth, "Guide, all my wisdom, experience, and memories will now be transmitted to you. I have waited too long. Ever since the Fall of the Dark Empire, my heart has not felt this at ease for a long time."

The Dark Empire? Komer’s heart stirred. He seemed to have heard this term at some point, but it felt strangely unfamiliar in his memory, as if his Master had mentioned it on an off-chance, and since then, there had been no opportunity to hear it again.

Every expression of Komer lay bare and unshielded before the statue’s gaze. Komer’s sensitivity to the Dark Empire surprised the statue, but it no longer had much energy to explain, "Guide, I tell you, remember firmly that I am conversing with you using the spiritual imprint I transmitted before my destruction. I will convey to you my origins and what I need to tell you. As for the path you will take from here, that is entirely up to you. Perhaps you have heard the term Dark Empire; perhaps it is very foreign to you, but I will tell you, the Dark Empire was the most powerful empire on the Blue Continent three hundred years ago, and I, Kennifer III, was the last emperor of the Dark Empire. The empire’s downfall began with me and perished with me."

An empire fell because of him, yet he recounted the fact as if it were tranquil, hardly worth mentioning. Komer didn’t know whether he should believe it, but he felt that everything the other said must not be fictitious.

"Young man, I know that you harbor a potent Dark Magic Power within you, partly because of the effect of my Black Jade Demon Crystal, but even before that, you must have already been a Dark Magician, or else you could not accept my Dark Magic Force and experience. Tell me, what do you think — between the Way of Darkness and the Way of Light, which is right and which is wrong? Which is just and which is unjust? In my presence, there’s no need to mince words," the statue’s countenance grew especially stern.

This seemingly simple question for anyone hung long in Komer’s mind. Scenes of his dialogue with Malone seemed to echo before his eyes once again, with that razor-like gaze moving across Komer’s form. Yet, Komer wasn’t affected by the other’s menacing look and after a long time, he answered slowly, "I don’t know, but I do know that my actions are guided by my heart, unafraid of what others may say. Even if the whole world deems it evil, if I consider it right, then it is right!"

"Good! You have character!" The gaze that seemed capable of piercing Komer’s soul finally withdrew from him, "It seems no one can easily change your opinion, not even me. So, I will tell you a story that has been sealed for three hundred years. As for right and wrong, merits and faults, I do not wish to judge. Let everything await your own verification and proof."

The shaking horse-drawn carriage finally startled Komer awake from his slumber. After carefully examining his surroundings, he was still on the carriage, only now the sky had turned somewhat dark, indicating it was nearing evening. His head was still foggy, but the events of the dream were now more lucid in his mind than ever — the eerie stone statue, the gloom and majestic palace, and the atmosphere resembling a realm of magic. All of it felt like a bizarre nightmare.

But Komer knew this was certainly not just a mere nightmare, as the strange crystal stone in his hand now seemed much dimmer. Perhaps, as the stone carving had said, once this so-called Black Jade Demon Crystal had fulfilled its mission, it would likely become indistinguishable from an Ordinary stone, and each communication and transmission would consume a significant amount of the Magic Crystal’s magic power. And the story told by the so-called Kennifer III in the nightmare was extraordinarily eerie and bizarre. Although Komer intuitively believed the other party hadn’t lied, he wondered what kind of shock this story, if true, would bring to the whole continent?!