Lv1 Skeleton Chapter 147

“So, can you go ahead and lead the way to the King’s secret room?”

‘Ah, yes right away!’

We made our way through the tunnels of the termite hill, all the while conversing with Alpeon through telepathy until we arrived at the room which hid the World Tree’s roots.

“Lena, open up a line with Machina.”

“Ok, but in order to do so you need to first physically touch them.”

Following her instruction I bent down and grabbed the thick roots.

“It’s been a while!”

“It has indeed.”

“Your appearance seems to have changed again.”

“What do you mean by again?”

“It isn’t the first time that we meet, and you’ve often had different bodies, but something feels different. Could this be your original body?”

“That isn’t important, I have something I need you to do.

“Sure.”

“Can you figure out what is different in this timeline compared to when I first lived it?”

“Perhaps, some minor changes, but since I only have second hand knowledge of what you experienced, it is hard to know perfectly.”

“That should be fine, for now please find out the whereabouts of a Pixie named Gwyn.”

“Ok, I’ll inform you as soon as I find something.”

“Great. Oh, and how many Void Scuttles are currently under here? ”

“About 2 billion .”

“That should be plenty, and just where does it lead to?”

“It pa.s.ses through three different universes. The first is the one which the Elves named Elfheim. The second is one called Evelysla, and the last is where my roots originate from.”

“I see, then is it possible for me to follow these roots down?”

“Yes, but it would be best to be wary of the universe named Evelysla because it is under the control of the Trons.”

“Oh, it would be nice to meet them after all this time. Did you

create Elfheim in order to resist the Trons, Machina?”

“That’s right.”

“Then why is it that you later expelled the Elves from their birthplace?”

“I had no choice but to do so in order to save their lives. The Trons had created far too many Void Scuttles which infested Elfheim. Although I have managed to get their numbers under control, I haven’t been able to eliminate them entirely.”

“Then would the Elves be able to return to Elfheim now?”

“Well there are still quite a few Scuttles left, and after all this time they have evolved and become quite dangerous so they would be too much of a threat to the Elves right now. We would first have to further trim their numbers.”

“Naturally, now can you tell me why it is that the Asmodians were also kicked out of Evelysla?”

The Asmodians that you find here in this world are those which rebelled against the Trons, as they refused to be used as cannon fodder in their endless war.

“Okay, I understand. Let me know when you find any news of Gwyn.”

“Yes”

After talking with Machina, I ordered the Termites to dig beneath us.

A few hours later they managed to break through to the floor with Void Scuttles

“Enough!”

I bathed my body in the golden nectar then jumped down through the hole, falling amid a swarm of them.

“Lena!”

“On it!”

A Rohim s.h.i.+eld appeared around me, forming a safe zone that they couldn’t enter.

Tchi— Tchiii!

The sound of their claws attempting to tear their way through the s.h.i.+eld rang out, but they couldn’t get through and I simply ignored it.

“Why don’t you all be good boys and die properly?”

I created a positron bomb and limited the power to be more suitable to the situation. I then used Excalibur to manipulate

manipulate time around here and cried out.

“Lena open up a gap, Eat this!”

Kabooom!

[+10478 experience points]

…

[+10478 * 2^10244 experience points]

[Evolution is now possible]

“So next was the Golden DemiLich right? Wait, I should learn from my mistake and maybe stop here.”

“Last time I had become a Demi Lich, I had lost control of my emotions and harmed those around me. Although I may be able to now cope with the situation better, I didn’t want to risk it and remained a Golden ArchLich instead.

Most importantly however was the fact that I had regained me Magic Research. I accelerated time around me to the maximum and proceeded to raise its level to the Max.

“Good… I finally have more options available to me.”

I set my Creation Magic to be researched and sped up the flow of time by a factor of one billion.

[Creation Magic had reached LvMax.]

[You have learned Times.p.a.ce Creation Lv1]

“What? Times.p.a.ce Creation?”

As my Creation Magic sped through its levels, I had gained several unique and enticing skills, but what had been waiting for me at the very end was beyond any of my expectations.

“Johra, that skills seems to be the essence of all Creations.”

“Indeed, like this am I not just the Creator, the Almighty himself?”

I fell silent as I went into a deep thought.

I had always had questions and s.h.i.+fted the blame to others when it came to who ordered the separation of  the Alpha and Omega. But in the end it seemed like I was at the origin of their powers.

There were only two options, either I was the main culprit or it was another who then pa.s.sed on their power.

“Definitely couldn’t have been me….”

I shook my head and ignored the truth. There was only a 50% chance after all.

I

after all.

I then returned to the surface and awaited the arrival of the envoys.

“So now is when the three envoys come, right?”

‘Hasn’t it always been just two envoys?’

Alpeon’s Telepathic response caught me off guard.

“Two? It should be the Elves, Asmodians as well as the League of Reincarnators.”

‘League of Reincarnators? This is the first I’ve heard of them, my Lord.’

“That can’t… then the League… Ha ha!”

I had chanced upon another major difference in the timelines. I quickly returned underground and placed my hand on the roots, asking Machina to investigate anything about the Reincarnators.

‘What about Soleste?’

Quickly heading back through the cave tunnels I pushed in the large Crypt doors behind which Soleste had previously been trapped.

Huuung

I was greeted by nothing but emptiness. No Soleste or summoned skeletons in sight. It was completely different from what my first memory of this place had been.

“Hmm, so this has also changed.”

That same night I returned to deal with the Elven and Asmodian delegations, before then sitting down by the lake in which Nymesu resided.

“So if there isn’t any League of Reincarnators then Soleste might not even exist. Wait, then would Gnoss still be in that place? Since the original timeline isn’t followed there where would he be? What about Valenor or even Earth?”

Questions rang through my mind and I couldn’t help but want to see Valenor.

“Material Creation!”

I created a simple metallic disk with a jet engine attached to its bottom side.

The disk had a handle bar at the top for me to hold unto so I jumped on top.

“Lena, show me a map!”

“Okay”

HuuWoong!

The disk took off with great speed as I headed towards the Wetheros mountains where I expected to see Valenor.

“Finally here.”

Shortly after I arrived at the mountain in which the Dwarves lived, the Dwarves lived, and rushed towards the entrance.

“Who are you and why have you come to the great kingdom under the mountain?”

Dwarven guards wielding spears watched me carefully.

“Take me to see Norman.”

“What? Our King? Just who do you think you are you filthy Undead?”

It turns out that it was harder to explain my presence here without having Gnoss with me.

“Oh well, no choice. Lena put up the s.h.i.+eld!”

“Okay!”

I decided to use brute force instead and simply barged in. Sure I was attacked by hundreds of Dwarves as I made my way through the mountain, but I simply ignored them since they couldn’t breach my Rohim’s s.h.i.+eld.

Creeaak!

I pushed open the doors to the Magma Hall which I recalled in my memories, only to be greeted by and ordinary throne room upon which sat the Dwarven King.

“s.h.i.+t!”

I turned back around immediately without a second’s hesitation and returned to the Pit to grab hold of the World Tree’s roots.

“Machina!”

“Yes?”

“Investigate anything and everything about Supreme sages and Gnoss. Also look into Valenor, Soleste and the Reincarnators.”

“I have some bad news.”

“Oh, what is it?”

“I poured through all the data I have, and there is no mention of a Pixie named Gwyn.”

“What?”

“I’ve rechecked it several times and the name never comes up.”

I was rooted in place, as if struck by a lightning bolt.

“She’s never existed?”

I was incredibly shocked by the large differences compared to what my timeline had been.

‘How am I supposed to react when I find out that someone I loved has never even existed?’

‘Is it my fault now that she’s never had the chance to even exist? No, I won’t believe it, I can’t! Absolutely not!’

I shouted to myself in anger as I flew to the cave where I first found Gnoss.