CHAPTER 547: DO NOT READ

Chapter 303

The obvious guns in their hands were a testament that they weren’t friendly in the least.

I looked at the white, middle-aged man with no signs of aging. His accent was deep and British through and through.

"Don’t move." The man next to the person who was obviously in charge said.

"Captain Barlèt, I presume?" I asked, trying to calm Alicia who was still clutching her head in pain but it wasn’t as severe as before.

"You don’t speak the foreign language of this place," He remarked before he added, "But you have the same mysterious power so you’re not from Earth."

"I may or may not be." Of course, I remained ambiguous in my reply before I asked, "What I only care about is this?"

Seeing me point at the particle accelerator, Barlèt gave me a cursory glance before he asked, "What will you do after you know? You cannot stop it anyway."

’Stop?’ An ominous feeling crept up my being before I turned back to look at the particle accelerator while leaving Alicia under Laura’s care.

It was as he said. It wasn’t just radioactive, it was fully critical. It had attained full stability and the rate of fission was double the normal.

A spatial bomb, ready to blow and create a singularity.

[Damn]

’Damn, indeed.’

There wasn’t any danger to the world. The singularity would burn out once the fission came in contact with UV and burn out but by the time it would, almost half, or more of the demon empire would be gone.

Not just that, the surrounding areas would also go into it, consumed by it. Almost all of the ’No man’s land’ would be gone.

I turned to look at Barlèt and asked, "You’re a doctor. You’ve taken an oath to never harm anyone."

[You’re one to say]

’I’m not a doctor.’

"I’m a soldier before that. I vowed to let the name of Great Britain be known throughout the world. I don’t know how we ended up here but with that, we will return to our home." Barlèt replied, his tone determined.

Apparently, he was sure this was going to work.

"I have one question for you," I said.

"Why would I answer it?" He asked.

"That’s the least you can do before I kill you," I replied.

"What makes you think you can kill me?" He asked.

"You think those guns would save you?" I asked.

"No. Against the strange power of this world, they wouldn’t work," He agreed with me before he added, "But this will."

Suddenly, a shield appeared between us. A barrier that was as thick as a ten-inch wall. There wasn’t anything going through this one for sure.

"What’s the big plan?" Barlèt spoke, "Isn’t that what you were going to ask?"

"No. I know what your plan is," I replied. The same old new world must conquer it bullsh*t that humans put up. As he said, his job was to make sure Great Britain conquered the world.

Great Britain had already conquered the world. He was talking about this one. A new strange power, advanced guns that can render that power useless mostly.

The big plan was simple. Well, his plan was at least. What I wanted to know was different.

"What I want to know is just this," I spoke to get his attention before I asked, "How did you live for so long?"

As soon as I asked that question, his expression changed. A slight flinch in his eyes told me everything there was to know about it.

Before I could ask anything else, something on his hand began to glow. There was a green ring on his finger that glowed, the green color as if pulling everything in.

Barlèt looked at me and asked, "Does that answer your question?"

One part of it. It still didn’t show me what it was that was keeping them alive for so long. What it showed was just that there was someone else doing that.

’How?’ was the real question I had.

There was no method of keeping someone young. Slowing down their age process was possible but not this. Unless you were an immortal like me but none of them were immortals.

[They aren’t dead either]

A sub-branch of death. Allison would be much more familiar with it than me. Necromancy allowed one to live longer compared to others but once again, just like magic, it came at a cost.

Unlike magic, which required the sacrifice of life, the life of others, necromancy didn’t require that. All it required was disfiguration and a deep understanding of dark magic.

Loss of emotions except for the will to live, loss of skin, beauty, and flesh. If one was willing to let all of these go, necromancy wasn’t that difficult to achieve.

Anyone could achieve immortality through necromancy as long as they had an intermediate level of magic. It was difficult to understand, of course, but that didn’t mean it was limited to someone. Even a fire-attributed person could transit to necromancy if they had sufficient knowledge.

These guys, on the other hand, looked fine and dandy as hell. No hanging flesh, no pristine skeletal bones, and from our talk earlier, he didn’t seem to have a problem with his emotions.

He was alive, they all were, very much so. And that was what made it tricky. Even in my long, long life and unlimited knowledge, I didn’t know of a way to extend one’s life while keeping them the same they were.

[There is one other option]

’If there was, I wouldn’t have a problem with losing people.’ I replied.

A drawback of immortality, you lose people. Even here, Alicia, Rose, and the rest would die while I would stop aging once my soul fully merged with this body.

[Just because you don’t know doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist]

’Then bestow such a secret upon me so I can stop them.’

[Remember the time when you executed the Penta enhancement array on Seraphina]

[Her body wouldn’t have been able to bear it so you did it for her]

Seraphina, the illegitimate child of Prince Harvey, which he had with a demi-human. She was currently away to see her mother out of the empire.

’So what?’ I asked. So what if I did? That doesn’t explain the current situ---

I took the rest of the pain.

"You’re aging," I said.

"What?" Barlèt asked, caught off guard by my unexpected reaction. By now the ring on his hand had stopped glowing and he was currently enjoying seeing me puzzled as the reactor reached its full synergy.

"You’re aging." I repeated, "But you’re not growing older. Someone else doing that for you. Someone who’s..... unending."

Realization dawned upon me as I looked back at the ring. It was unfamiliar. Not only that, but the power used was also unfamiliar. But for some reason, I knew who it was.

It was just an assumption at the moment but something told me it wasn’t an assumption.

Before I could ask anything anymore, the reactor finally reached the critical point and began to activate. The cooling had begun and soon, the reactor would explode, taking almost everything in the vicinity with it and creating the singularity which would do much more damage beyond that.

Millions would die at the least if not billions. The damage afterward would be severe as well. There was no other way out of this. Well, one, but, that would require a lot of work.

[You’re late for something?]

No, it just pissed me off how things were going.

This was a fifth-grade fragment. There was only one more fragment of the same rank. The fragment of the clichéd universe, the fragment of martial arts, and the place where my second disciple was.

In other words, these two fragments, these two universes, in essence, were in the same ring. Given enough power, it was more likely for a gate to be opened between them.

And what greater power could there be other than a freaking black hole.

"You won’t be escaping the blast, you know that, right?" I asked Barlèt who, along with his men was preparing to leave.

He looked at me with a smirk and answered, "We’ll be home with the help of the reaction. We wouldn’t be here for the explosion."

"Except there’s no home," I replied.

"What?" He asked.

"The queen erased your bloodlines for desertion. Your entire bloodline is gone. There will be no one to return to other than a new world." One last try, one last try of changing his mind.

There wasn’t enough time to go through the shield and kill the switch. I had to somehow convince him.

"Might as well make this your new home. You wouldn’t want to destroy it, now do you?" He was pretty shaken up so I tried my best to make him change his mind.

"Everyone’s gone?" A subordinate of his said. The others seemed pretty shaken up too.

"There’s no loyalty to return to. Just remain here. Make your own peaceful world." I added, trying to sway their decision.

"..." He remained silent. Barlèt looked at me in silence for a few minutes before he added, "The queen is not at fault. Had we not been brought here, everything would have been fine. That’s right. She isn’t at fault."

Damn. It didn’t work.

"This world is at fault."

That was all the answer I needed to know what he was going to do.

"Barlèt," I called out to him and he looked at me, "I’ll find you. I’ll kill you. Each and every one of you."

"I’ll wait for that day of liberation," was his reply before he left with his people before he destroyed the kill switch.

’Fu*k.’

I turned to look at the core that was close to achieving perfection. Barely a few minutes before the explosion.

’Guess there’s no other choice.’