The Villain's Story Chapter [670] Alone? Alright.

Chapter 670: [670] Alone? Alright.

Alan squinted into the blizzard, his hand hovering in the air, ready to open a portal to the Jade Palace. Something flickered at the edge of his vision, pulling his attention away. The source of the disturbance came from the heart of what little remained of his [Supreme Meteor].

"What is that?"

He muttered, his voice nearly lost to the howling wind.

The swirling snowstorm failed to obscure the vibrant light radiating from the crater's center. Alan's body ached with exhaustion, under any other circ.u.mstance, he might have ignored it. But this was different. The light called to him, He couldn't exactly it explain it. It just 'felt' that way.

Sighing, Alan channeled mana to resist the blizzard's merciless a.s.sault. He soared toward the light, the glow intensifying with every pa.s.sing moment. He knew it wasn't the pillar-the artifact was already shattered, he was certain he had destroyed that abominable thing.

As he approached, the light's behavior changed. It surged without warning, a blazing comet that struck him square in the head. The impact was like a hammer blow, sending him tumbling from the sky. He crashed into the snow below, his body plowing through the dense, icy layers until he came to a halt.

"What the h.e.l.l?!"

Alan groaned, shaking the snow from his hair as he struggled to stand.

A voice echoed in his mind.

[Well done, prince! Take some time to rest, and march towards the entrance to the Thunder Sea. Follow the course of the river, and you shall find the spear!]

The voice belonged to Azmakul. Alan grit his teeth.

[I will take some time to train your cohort. They are lacking in many regards. Good luck climbing the spear! And remember, do not attempt to fly to its summit.]

Alan groaned again, this time more in frustration than pain.

"I'm pretty sure there was a better way to tell me this!"

One that didn't involve him getting struck in the head... Though the snow may be comfortable, when he was doing his best to not fall asleep, it was a curse in disguise. He stood up, groaning, and cursing.

"d.a.m.n it..."

He took a deep breath and sat down in the snowy fields. The destruction he caused had been repaired by this point. [Supreme Meteor], as well as his others, didn't have any lasting effect on the world of an actual Supreme.

"He wants me to go by myself?"

He muttered, looking at the river up above, his eyes peering through the blizzard and taking a deep look at it, taking note of its course.

If he was being honest, it was actually a blessing. The cohort would have impeded him, they were not immune to the cold, after all. It was better for him to rush there as quickly as he could, braving the dangers himself and opening a portal for them when he was there.

He wanted to train some of them, but since Azmakul was taking that responsibility on himself, he could let it be. An Ancient dragon would be infinitely better than him.

He was knowledgeable in all kinds of things, unlike Alan, who was simply going to train the rest in combat. Teaching them what Arken had taught him.

"I guess I better get to it."

He said, as he got up and unfurled his wings, maintaining a sort of half-draconian form, one that didn't change the entire structure of his body by much.

Only a few scales, claws, and his wings. He took flight, his figure vanis.h.i.+ng in the blizzard, towards wherever the river went. Alan avoided looking at it as much as he could, unable to shake off the dreadful feeling he was getting from it.

He started to hum, as he flew, intending to pa.s.s the time. He hoped Lanesha or any other dragon wasn't spying on him, it would be a disaster if someone heard him.

[It's cute, why are you so afraid of someone hearing it?]

He stopped immediately, hearing Lanesha's voice coming from every direction. He heard a subtle laugh as well.

[Oh, you stopped. I guess I should have remained quiet?]

"... Don't you have work to do? You're a supreme being."

She had to have some work to do... right? Even if she was lazy or something, A supreme, one that was the daughter of Death, head of the house s.h.i.+valkulan, had to have something to do, right?

Right?! She couldn't be this free!

[A perk of being the youngest is that you don't have much work to do.]

"Really?"

He doubted it...

[Not really, I just messed up on purpose a while back and since then, my brothers do most of

the work.]

""

'I knew it.'

He didn't know why he was bothering to talk in his mind, considering Lanesha could read his mind freely. It was kind of creepy, but there was honestly nothing he could do to stop it. [You can ask me to stop, you know? Just say, 'Mother, please stop reading my mind whenever you wish, it's irritating!' Just like I said to my own mother! Haha!]

"... I doubt she listened."

[She did, actually. All I had to do was threaten her that I wasn't going to visit her for a few hundred years. She gets really lonely there. She won't ever admit it, of course. My brothers almost never visit her.]

He remained silent, enjoying the blizzard as Lanesha continued.

[Kulak is one lazy b.a.s.t.a.r.d, spending most of his time sleeping. He is really an annoying lord for his va.s.sals. He does nothing!]

"... You are one to talk."

[That is true, but at least I don't spend my time sleeping, gazing at the tapestry of fate is

much more pleasing.]

"Please... no more talks about fate. Please..."

He made a sincere plea, from the bottom of his heart. If, Lanesha really did start a long conversation discussing that accursed thing...

He would open a portal to Gigantia, hiding there for a while until she stopped.

He was serious about it too.

[Can't a mother talk to her son about topics that interest her and would be beneficial to her

son? Fate is an interesting...]

He opened a portal to Gigantia and flew right into it.

[Wow. Heartless.]