The Villainous Noble Regressed With The Villain System
Chapter 51: The Lotus Of Truth [3]

Chapter 51: The Lotus Of Truth [3]

The Radiata One shivered at the sight of another terrifying thing in front of her.

It was, as Cedric mentioned, a nuclear warhead, with a large body, pointed end, similar to that of a spear.

However, she had no idea about nuclear warheads at all.

Why would she even know?

The concept of nuclear weapons never even existed in their world.

Then, how did Cedric know about them?

It was the only question remaining in her mind, as she tried to scan his memory of regressions to arrive at an answer.

But there was nothing.

Nothing of her own, but something from someone else.

Then she remembered that it was not the first time she heard about nuclear weapons.

And the first time, she heard it from, Dorian Valen.

In one of the regression timelines at that.

He didn’t mention much, but it was clear that, this weapon is something that can entirely devastate the whole generation of inhabitants of this kingdom.

Cedric was quite satisfied after showing his masterpiece, and turned towards the girl, to ask him the final question.

"Now, tell me everything you know about regressions."

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The lotus of truth.

As the name suggests it shows thee truth of your life.

I guess I got to see mine too, travelling through pathways, and observing for myself, what exactly happened, and what I did.

Now I remember everything.

More precisely, I have seen everything.

The end goal I have been following for so many years, so many timelines, amounted to this one moment.

One moment of truth and lies, struggles and turmoil, trickeries and deceptions.

Just to let this version of myself know, what exactly happened.

How did I lose my memory and.....how to change the ending of this story.

It’s all locked in, now.

As I had cleared the first trial, the lotus of truth, I got transferred to our original spot, where we found the Broken Sword of Caesar.

Dulhard was lying on the floor, probably sleeping.

I looked around and it was already night time.

Still had two more trials to go, but it looked rough already as night time is the peak time for some ghost type magical beasts.

They wander around the deeper part of the forest, but don’t go beyond a point, and prey on weaker magical beasts.

As they attack in groups, it’s very hard to fend them off.

Still, I had nothing to worry about, due to the supplement we took which suppress our mana, meaning they can’t exactly detect us here.

Moreover, I have to take the remaining trials, and there is many more things to do after that, for which I need Dulhard’s help.

So, keeping him safe was one of my priorities too.

The next trial was the Trust of the Broken Scale.

There were three symbols drawn on the ground too, resembling the 3 trials.

As I had passed the first one, the symbol of lotus glowed with sprinkles of mana golden mana particles around it, illuminating the entire chamber of the ruins.

I touched the symbol of the broken scale next to it, and the scenery in front of me changed again.

Suddenly it was all blue in front of me.

A vast expanse of water, as far as the eyes can see, and above it, the blue sky as if meeting with this vast expanse of water at the horizon.

Birds were flying above me, as I realized I was not drowning in the water, but instead standing on it.

My body felt as light as a feather, as I could move around freely on the surface of water itself.

I stepped forward, the surface beneath my boots rippling gently—not from my weight, but as though acknowledging my presence.

The sky above remained pale and endless, painted in quiet hues of blue and soft pink. The sea below was calm, too calm, as though it had forgotten how to move. There was no scent of salt. No breeze. Just stillness.

Then, from the center of the horizon, the water stirred.

A swell rose—not violent or rapid—but smoothly, as if drawn up by thought alone. Something surfaced.

Not a god dressed in thunder.

Not a mythical beast covered in glowing armor.

Just a man.

Or something close to one.

He walked barefoot across the surface of the water, wearing simple robes soaked and stuck to his frame. His skin was pale, almost translucent, like light refracted through glass. Long black hair, tangled with reeds and pearls, hung down his shoulders. His eyes... they were old. Not radiant, not glowing. Just tired. Watching.

He stopped a few paces away, looking at me with the same indifference a fisherman might give to a drifting leaf.

"So," he said, "you’re the next one."

His voice didn’t echo. It didn’t thunder. It was just there—low, like the sound of waves from another room.

"Next what?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Does it matter? They come. They take. They forget."

It seems like he knew about the trial.

According to the novel, all the three trials are conducted by three different Gods.

The first one by Lord Brahma, the God of creation.

This one is to be conducted by the God of Calm Seas, Aemar.

However, there was a small thing I over looked.

As the trials are conducted by some individuals, or I should say Gods, it doesn’t really match for everyone to take this trial.

This wasn’t mentioned in the novel, but I theorized it.

That would explain why my first trial went a bit different from the one of the protagonist.

So, I have to be ready for this one, as the content of the trial may vary according to the individual.

Aemar’s gaze lingered on me, unreadable. Then he sighed, turned, and waved his hand over the water’s surface.

A ripple moved outward like a summoned memory, and the sea parted—not physically, but visually. Like a window had been drawn open. Beneath the surface, a city bloomed in shifting gradients of aquamarine and deep sapphire.

Coral towers bent like willow trees, glimmering with enchanted light. Streets flowed like rivers, and schools of luminescent fish wove between domes of shell and pearl. And in the heart of it all—chaos.

Dark plumes of corrupted mana rose like ink in water, and far below, I saw structures cracking, melting, disappearing.

"Do you know where that is?" Aemar asked without looking at me.

I watched a shrine collapse under black algae. "The mermaid kingdom?"

"Yes," he said. "Alune."

Aemar’s face twitched—not with anger, but guilt. "It was once a sanctuary for our kind. A place protected by song and spirit, a city built on a pact older than the kingdoms you know. But now—" he gestured vaguely, "—something old has awoken beneath it."

I frowned. "So this trial..."

He turned to face me fully.

"This is not a trial of words, or riddles, or illusions. It’s a trial of action. I will let you pass through this trial, on one promise, that is to save the mermaids’ kingdom."

"What if I break the promise?"

"Child, the name of this trial is Trust of the Broken Scale. If you break the promise, then the Broken Sword of Caesar will never work even if you take it."

This was something different from the story, but I know exactly what to do next.

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Author’s Note:

Please comment your thoughts, as it gives me motivation to write further.

Next - Trust Of The Broken Scale

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