CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 91 – THE CELESTIAL’S BOOK

Jax stared at the page in his hand. It had appeared after he obtained the full legacy, which meant it was truly important.

The page looked ancient, its rough and fragile texture seeming as if it could crumble into dust at any moment. When he placed it inside the book, it slowly fused into place as if the book itself had absorbed it. The tome seemed to recover a part of its wounds, as though it were reviving, revealing the pitiful state it was truly in. Even with this slight improvement, the book was still broken, with torn pages, burned edges, and an old musty smell that made it feel like it carried centuries of forgotten history.

On the first intact page, there was only a single word written in large, dark letters, as if burned into the parchment:

"God."

Jax frowned and carefully turned the page. What came next left him silent, unable to take his eyes off the words, afraid that if he blinked the book might vanish.

The tale began with the birth of the first being. In the beginning, the consciousness of the universe gave birth to a single entity, who named himself Celestial. This being, unique and absolute, created everything that existed, and from his hands came the first races. Yet, despite giving life to countless worlds and creatures, his loneliness was infinite.

The Celestial possessed such overwhelming power that he could not connect with any of his creations.

"With a single touch, any being would explode. The entirety of creation was like soap bubbles dissolving in his hands."

Reading that, Jax shivered. He couldn’t believe that those terrifying beings known as gods couldn’t even endure the touch of a finger from this unbelievably powerful existence.

The text went on: saddened, the Celestial built the System. He observed the races and created a tool to help them grow and evolve. Still, some became stronger than others. Even so, the Celestial never intervened. He laughed at the massacres of his less beloved creations, and he wept with the loss of his favorites.

But no matter what happened, he never interfered—watching his creations struggle to survive like a child watching a TV series.

The races thrived, and in time, the first gods were born among them.

The gods grew, multiplied, and reached such power that reality itself stood on the verge of collapse.

Then, the Celestial returned.

No one knew where he had gone or what he had done during that time, but upon seeing the gods’ power, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Now I am no longer alone. At last, I can leave."

The words stopped there, without proper closure. The book ended abruptly; the following pages had been torn out.

"No way..." Jax muttered, flipping through the empty pages again and again, frowning in frustration and despair. "There has to be more... Where’s the rest?"

But there was nothing else.

Jax let out a heavy sigh, frustration weighing on him, yet deep inside he also felt a strange satisfaction. He had taken another step toward the origin of the world. He closed the book and raised his gaze—every one of his companions was staring at him, their eyes shining with expectation.

"Well?" Manaia asked, leaning forward impatiently. "What did you find?"

"Yeah, don’t keep us in suspense," Karely added, arms crossed, though her smile was curious.

Jax hesitated for a few seconds before answering. He couldn’t tell them everything: if they learned that this legacy was tied to their ancestors, or that it spoke of the gods, they might become targets for forces he didn’t fully understand himself.

So he chose to conceal the truth.

"What I found..." he said slowly, pressing the book against his chest. "Is an ancient treasure. One that speaks about the creation of the universe."

All their eyes widened in shock.

"The creation of the universe?" Anya repeated, her tone incredulous.

"Can we read it?" Nara asked, stepping closer, her curiosity plain.

Jax nodded and held the book out to them. One by one they flipped through the pages. But instead of reading what he had seen, they only found strange symbols, unreadable scrawls that looked like chaotic scribbles dancing across the paper.

"What... is this?" Karely frowned. "They’re just meaningless marks."

"I don’t get it at all," Manaia added, flipping more pages quickly, as if expecting them to suddenly change. "They’re all weird symbols."

Jax blinked, startled.

"What does it say?" he asked, though he already suspected the answer.

"Nothing!" they replied almost in unison.

His heart raced as Jax checked the book again. For him, every word was written in perfect English, clear and natural, as though he had always been meant to read it.

"Impossible..." he whispered.

"What is it, Jax?" Manaia asked seriously.

He shut the book slowly and held it close, trying to hide his reaction.

"It seems... only I can read it."

The girls exchanged glances—some surprised, others tinged with jealousy at the mystery he was keeping.

"Then it must be connected to you," Karely finally said with a shrug. "Maybe it’s your destiny to uncover what else it hides."

Jax pressed his lips together, giving no reply. In his mind, one question thundered relentlessly:

Who wrote this book... and why am I the only one who can read it?

The girls’ eyes were still shining, waiting for him to say more, but Jax calmly closed the book and slipped it back into his inventory.

"Well?" Manaia crossed her arms. "What did that old dusty paper actually say?"

Jax took a deep breath before answering, his tone calm and dismissive, as if there was nothing important to hide.

"There’s nothing to worry about," he said with a faint smile. "It only spoke of a being that created the universe. Just an ancient story, nothing more."

"A creator being?" Karely murmured, tilting her head.

"So... you mean the gods?" Anya added with curiosity.

The group immediately began debating among themselves, making guesses and comparing it with the myths they already knew. Some were convinced it was just another version of the gods’ story, while others claimed it had to be an incomplete legend.

Jax listened silently, never correcting them. If they wanted to believe it was about the gods, so much the better. They didn’t need to bear dangerous secrets or truths that could turn them into targets. That burden would be his, and his alone.

When their discussion began to die down and the inquisitive stares faded, Jax stood firmly.

"Enough speculation," he said, his tone steady but calm. "There are no hidden mysteries here. Just an old tale of creation. It doesn’t matter for what’s ahead."

The girls sighed in resignation. Though some still looked intrigued, none pressed him further.

Jax gave a faint smile, glancing at each of them, then gestured toward the massive metal door in front of the elevator.

"Come on. It’s time to move forward. The next floor awaits."