NOVEL NEXT Chapter 386: The Bloodline
Daniel and Zirham, the Prophet of the Religion of Eternity, sat facing each other. None of the prophet's features could be seen—his entire face was veiled in light.
Even so, Daniel's own face was expressionless. Or more accurately, it was because he had no idea what kind of expression he should have. He had no clue how he was supposed to react in this situation.
Among all the historical figures, he hadn't expected to find himself sitting in front of the prophet.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you." Zirham chuckled lightly.
"Ah, well… I guess it just feels strange to see you somewhere other than the tower." Daniel smiled faintly, shaking away his thoughts.
"Strange? Did you forget? I ascended to godhood. Naturally, I can see through countless times, places, and endless dimensions. Otherwise, how could you have become my successor?"
Daniel nodded. He had already come to the same conclusion himself. Still, realizing that gods possessed such overwhelming and unpredictable power was frightening in itself.
"How's the progress of rebuilding the Religion of Eternity? Have you made any progress yet?" A teacup appeared in the prophet's hand, and he took a sip.
"Not much time has passed since I inherited the Religion of Eternity. I haven't been able to accomplish anything significant yet." Daniel sighed.
"I see. There's no need to rush. But rebuilding the religion can be very useful for your path. The sooner you start, the better."
"Of course. After I visit the Pagoda of Eternity, I'll begin the reconstruction of the religion." Daniel nodded. He knew well enough that rebuilding it would bring him many benefits.
"Pagoda of Eternity, huh? A good choice. Now that I look at you, it seems your Flower of Eternity has actually withered. What did you do with it?" Zirham frowned.
"Ah… I kind of overused it." Daniel admitted with slight embarrassment.
"I warned you about that." The prophet sighed. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do—no, more accurately, he didn't want to.
This boy had to solve the problems he created himself. Otherwise, he could become too useless.
"Is there something in the Pagoda of Eternity that can help me with this?" Daniel asked.
"There should be. In fact, there's something there that can help you fully evolve your Flower of Eternity."
"That's great! Once I finish my work here, I'll definitely head there."
"No need to rush. Before that, you should evaluate the place you're going. See if you can actually survive and endure there." The prophet took another calm sip of tea.
"I understand. By the way… am I supposed to fight you?"
"No. You weren't meant to fight me. Your opponent was someone else. But I decided to take this opportunity to talk with you for a bit."
"…"
"So, what are we supposed to do now?" Daniel asked, a little confused.
"Don't worry. We'll fight when the time comes. For now, let me take a look at your bloodline." The prophet's gaze shifted, falling on Daniel's bloodline.
But when he saw not only his own seals but also additional seals protecting the bloodline's identity, he frowned slightly.
"Looks like the heroes value you." Once he recognized the seals, his frown faded. As long as they were placed by people who shared his own ideology, there was no problem.
"They also reinforced the concealment of my bloodline?" Daniel sighed.
He knew seals existed that hid his bloodline identity. But what he couldn't understand was why everyone was so desperate to conceal it.
Hide it from who? And why should it be hidden at all? At the very least, they could have given him an explanation.
"Yes. You're lucky to have met them. Otherwise, you might already be dead by now. Or maybe fate itself is protecting you." Zirham smiled.
"Is my bloodline really that special?"
"More than you think. Actually, the problem isn't just your bloodline. The problem is who else once possessed this bloodline besides you."
"Can I ask who? Or is that also something I have to figure out on my own?" Daniel asked sarcastically.
"Sorry, but I don't dare say that man's name to you. I don't want even the slightest karma with him. Not now, at least." The prophet's tone turned serious.
Feeling the weight in his voice, Daniel realized this was something extremely important—and perhaps dangerous. So dangerous that even a god could feel fear.
"Still, I can tell you a few things about your bloodline. Do you know what traits it has?" Zirham smiled again.
"I know it lets me create beings called the Fallen. It also seems to prevent my destiny from being destroyed. And it can increase the strength of my soul." Daniel paused for a moment, then explained.
He didn't try to hide anything. He was fairly certain the man in front of him already knew a lot about his bloodline anyway.
"Oh? Looks like the seals placed on your bloodline have weakened it far too much." Zirham frowned.
"Seals?"
"Yes. Besides the seals that I and the other heroes placed to hide your bloodline's identity, there are also additional seals weakening its power. And it seems they're doing their job quite well."
"Is there a way to break those seals?" Daniel frowned. He hadn't known about them at all.
"I don't know. They're extremely powerful. Most likely, the stronger you become, the more they'll gradually weaken. But don't rush. Your bloodline is far stronger—and more dangerous—than you realize." The prophet warned.
"Most likely, you'll also need to evolve your bloodline. But I can't say for sure. I'd like to help you with this matter, but it's beyond my ability."
"I understand. Still, thank you." Daniel nodded respectfully. From the prophet's tone and explanations, he was able to grasp quite a lot.
Then Zirham seemed to notice something. He lifted his gaze to the sky, his eyes piercing through dimensions and endless realities, seeing everything.
"Well, enough wasting time." He waved his hand, and the two of them appeared above a desert.
Daniel looked around and immediately recognized the place. This was just outside the Holy City, the same battlefield where he had fought against the demon army.
"You wanted to fight. I'll limit my power to Early B rank." Suddenly, the prophet's aura diminished greatly, and that divine presence vanished.
"It'll be a tough fight." Daniel smiled, summoning his sword once again.
"Defeat? Don't misunderstand. You don't have the ability to do that. The only thing you need to do— is make me move from my place. Even one centimeter will be enough."