"Fuwah!"
A splash of water was accompanied by a gasp for air as a figure surfaced in an ocean in the middle of nowhere.
"Finally!" Damien exclaimed.
He didn't care about his current predicament at all. After all, he finally made his way out of that damn small realm!
'That fucking old man…he definitely knew what he was doing.'
Damien clicked his tongue and flew out of the ocean as he thought about the extremely annoying escape route he had to take.
As it turned out, the small realm was a portion of the Celestial Realm that had been severed and dimensionally separated by a spatial expert of "unknown origins."
When Damien used the All-Seeing Eyes to observe the realm's foundation, he found an extremely complicated set of steps engraved in the formation that'd allow the small realm to reconnect with the rest of the Celestial Realm.
However, never did Damien think it'd be such an intensive process!
Hell, even ignoring the sheer mental torture it was to untangle the small realm's foundation, when he finally succeeded, the realm collapsed in on itself!
The small jungle island sunk to the bottom of the ocean, the cabin island disappeared entirely, and the ocean between the two islands recombined with the actual ocean existing in the Celestial Realm.
Naturally, Damien was dragged into the whirlpool and sinkhole hell that formed afterward while the two bodies of water merged.
It was only now, many hours later, that he'd made his way out of that predicament.
The waters around him were dyed red with blood, and countless corpses were intermittently surfacing amongst the waves, proof of Damien's fierce battle to return to the surface.
Damien looked down at these corpses lamentably. 'I want to devour them, but I have to contain myself. Even putting aside the fact that I don't want to get stronger quite yet, I can't carelessly devour whatever I want anymore,'
Devour became a far more intrinsic skill after his Baptism. Now, it could devour memories and even World Cores if necessary.
A power like this couldn't be used on mere sea creatures without complete intelligence. Their memories would only clog Damien's mind and take up space needlessly.
'Haa…such is fate, such is fate.' Damien shook his head and sighed as he moved away from the bloodied ocean area.
'I guess I should first find land, and from there, I can go about finding Reavus.'
Damien received a very handy tool from Bianca before he left Theavel. It was a talisman that could contact Reavus Bloodlock from any distance, no holds barred.
This type of talisman was incredibly rare, and usually would only be seen among the most trusted confidantes of an expert. The only reason Bianca had one was because of her cannon fodder status.
'This talisman has a forced summoning effect, so Reavus could summon Bianca from anywhere to use her as a shield…how cruel.'
Nevertheless, this cruelty currently acted in his favor. Even if he didn't get force summoned, Damien could track the fluctuation from the talisman and follow it through space to find Reavus.
'Being a spatial expert really is handy.' He thought with a smile.
Damien spread his awareness and teleported multiple tens of thousands of kilometers at a time, finally reaching land after three tries.
The first thing he did was pull out the map that the academy provided.
'This area is…just my luck.'
Of course he landed in an unexplored territory. If things were easy for him, would he even be Damien Void?
'Well, it's more accurate to say that the universe is trying to make things hard for me. In reality…'
How could this faze him?
Damien teleported like a madman, covering hundreds of thousands and even millions of kilometers without breaking a sweat.
Because he wasn't interested in it, the territory below him passed his perception without any oddities, but Damien knew better than anyone just how many legacies were hidden within this area.
'My awareness caught at least a few Legacy Tombs, and when it comes to natural treasures, they're present in droves. This Celestial Realm truly is a paradise!'
While he admired the realm, Damien kept a portion of his attention on the talisman in his hand.
Just ringing Reavus with this talisman would make his approach too obvious, so Damien didn't choose this method. Instead, he intermittently sent small pulses of mana through the talisman and followed the general direction the signal flew in.
The method reminded him of his endless quests as a mortal to find "the End" of a certain video game.
'Silverfish are lucky I've never met them in real life.'
Damien eventually made his way across millions of miles, an amount of space that he didn't expect to be present in this secret realm.
Rather than a realm, this was closer to a small universe in itself.
'Fuck…do I need to come back here to explore these mysteries…?'
Either way, Damien would have to come back to Death Emperor Star.
After all, a large number of his father's legacies were left on this planet.
'He said he used this place as a cemetery, but I don't know how that makes any sense when he's alive and well and none of his enemies were buried here…'
Damien shook off his father's nonsense and sighed. He was happy to have so much more to do, but at the same time, he could clearly feel the weight of his responsibilities due to how heavy they'd become.
'Yeah, I need to cool off.'
Damien's eyes snapped in a certain direction. There, only a few thousand kilometers away, was the endpoint of the talisman's signal.
'Have they noticed me already?'
Damien smiled in anticipation.
'I should give them a proper show before sending them off.'
His body disappeared into the distance. As for his plans…
Even the Creator himself couldn't predict the wicked thoughts in the purple-eyed genius' mind.
***
"Hurry up! We still have ten kilometers left before we reach the Legacy Tomb!"
An arrogant voice resounded through the valley that the group was traveling through.
There were over 20 of them in total, with one man situated in a palanquin in their center.
This man was naturally Reavus Bloodlock, the Third Prince of the Bloodlock Clan who was extremely aggravated at all times in recent days.
How could he not be?
Everything he tried ended in failure!
The first time, he sent a number of 4th class lackeys to take care of a pest, but they never returned. As for the pest, he survived like a cockroach and rose to prominence.
But while Reavus was scraping his mind for ideas of how to deal with him, that pest went and made himself an enemy of the entire school, and eventually got himself banished to war for an unknown period of time.
Another group of assassins was sent to take advantage of this opportunity. Unlike the previous group, there was no room for error this time. The assassins were all extremely skilled forces that absolutely could not be used as cannon fodder.
Reavus didn't have a choice but to mobilize them.
All of his cannon fodder had already been used up.
Yet, even with all their accolades, even the second assassination attempt failed!
And the reason was…the assassination squad was never able to approach their target?!
Reavus didn't even care to hear the rest of their report. He didn't care about the "why," only that the mission had failed.
Thus, these 20-something assassins were forced into the Celestial Realm like pawns.
'This is my last chance. If I can't kill him here, Father will surely have my head!'
Reavus' head spun wildly as he tried to think of a way to locate Damien.
Bzzt!
"DAMMIT! WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?!"
It happened again.
Reavus kept feeling a strange buzzing from his spatial ring, but no matter how he checked, he could never find its source.
It was aggravating him, and he was already in a bad mood because of Damien.
So when all sound vanished from the surroundings and the sky suddenly became cloudy…
Reavus was too enveloped in his own useless rage to even notice.
