Temple of the Demon Lord of Wishes

Chapter 92 A Hidden Clue

Ivaim's lips twitched in a half-smile, though his eyes remained watchful.

"I see you two didn't waste any time."

The Black Veil Master didn't respond immediately.

Instead, she raised her head, her voice low but clear, carrying the weight of something much larger than the room.

"There isn't much time left before the end of the Fractured Reality."

The Black Veil Master said, her voice cutting through the silence.

Ivaim's brow furrowed. He stepped forward, his hand still loosely gripping his baton. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

"How do you know that?"

The Black Veil Master stood still, the dim light casting shadows on her face as she spoke.

Her gaze met his with a quiet intensity, her words measured.

"When I first entered the Fractured Reality, I spawned in a village at the edge of Vallgorath."

She began, her voice calm but carrying weight.

"At first glance, it seemed like any other village. But I did discover something crucial after living there for awhile."

She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in.

"I found something important there, something that ties directly to the Fractured Reality's storyline."

She glanced at Nathan briefly before continuing.

"The song I sang earlier, the one the children listen to at night, it's not just a lullaby. It's a key."

Ivaim tilted his head, intrigued but silent.@@@@

Nathan, however, narrowed his eyes, his curiosity piqued.

"I originally planned to join the Arenas myself. I thought it would be the only way to gather information and possibly escape this place. But I knew both of you would likely do the same. So, I chose a different path."

She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod in Ivaim's direction.

Ivaim's lips curled into a faint, approving smile. She was thinking ahead.

"I began asking around, searching for anything connected to the song. Eventually, I learned about a legend—the first Champion of Vallgorath."

She continued.

"When he was young, although very kind and loving... He was a weak, sickly boy, determined to enter the Arenas. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it. His body wasn't strong enough."

Ivaim's interest sharpened.

"What happened to him?"

The Black Veil Master leaned in slightly, listening intently.

Ivaim continued, his eyes focused on the distant memory.

"The man spared Neli... and the child in her womb."

She studied him, her face unreadable.

"And why do you think that's important?"

"The man... he was cruel. He told Neli that he wanted her son to grow strong, stronger than anyone, so that he could seek revenge against him."

Ivaim's voice hardened, as if the cruelty of the man still stung.

"He wanted the boy to carry that hatred, to rise up against him one day."

The Black Veil Master's eyes narrowed as she processed this.

"Hmm. I see... But that sounds more like manipulation. That man, likely possessing the curse himself, would have been trying to pass it on to the boy. A lie, disguised as a desire for revenge."

Ivaim nodded slowly, his expression darkening.

"Exactly. The man knew the boy's bloodline had to be pure, kind... someone with the capacity for love and selflessness. That's what made him an ideal candidate for the curse."

The Black Veil Master's eyes narrowed as she processed his words.

"A child with a deep love for his family."

She added, her voice low but cutting.

"A child who would seek power—not out of selfishness, but out of love for his own family..."

"Those are the exact conditions the curse requires to pass on..."

The Black Veil Master let the words linger in the air, the weight of their implications settling between them.

She paused, then continued, her voice colder now, filled with a deeper understanding.

"But if that's true, then that means we can confirm one thing..."

Ivaim's brow furrowed as the pieces began to fit together.

"If the curse can be passed on, then that means only one thing. The Master of Cruelty we know isn't the man trying to pass the curse to the boy."

"That wouldn't make sense. After all, if the Master of Cruelty had already been born, then there wouldn't be any reason for this to happen."

The Black Veil Master's gaze sharpened as Ivaim's words took shape. Her mind was racing, unraveling the truth.

"Exactly. If the Master of Cruelty were already in existence, then the Fractured Reality's story should've played out differently."

Ivaim's eyes narrowed, his voice steady but heavy with realization.

"It means... in this Fractured Reality... the Master of Cruelty we know hasn't been born yet."