novelraw Chapter 254: Tell Me About The Third World
Chapter 254: Tell Me About The Third World
[Galaxy City.]
[Mirabella’s Apartment.]
[08:00 Pm.]
The neon, energy-infused lights of Galaxy City bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious high-rise, painting the room in shifting hues of violet and gold. The metropolis outside was a neutral zone, a buzzing hub of cultivators and tourist from across the empires, but inside the penthouse, the atmosphere was dead quiet.
Mirabella opened the door of her huge bedroom, her boots clicking softly against the polished wood. The exhaustion of the first two brutal rounds finally caught up with her, and she walked towards the expansive bed, collapsing on it with a heavy sigh.
Despite her relaxed posture, her sensory skills were fully flared.
"Come out, I know you have been following me all day." She sat up, her tone perfectly flat, and casually brought out the food from her spatial storage ring. The temporal stasis of the inventory meant the meal was exactly as she had left it.
"Hmm... This is still good?" She thought aloud, staring at the food before her, analyzing its steaming aroma, and slowly turned her head towards the dark, slightly ajar window. Her eyes narrowed.
"If I come there, I will kill you."
The threat was delivered without an ounce of malice, stated merely as an undeniable law of nature. Hearing her cold words, Luigi finally showed her face through the window, a nervous chuckle escaping her throat. The angelic being, usually a terrifying entity of divine light, looked distinctly out of her element.
She slowly opened the window, and entered the room with cautious, measured steps:
"Um... My Queen, why can’t I sense the great King’s aura on you?" She whispered in a low voice, her senses deeply confused by the sudden void where Julian’s oppressive, world-ending presence used to be.
"What?! You want to fight me?" Mirabella asked, looking up at her with a chilling, predatory calmness.
"I won’t dare." Luigi quickly dropped on one knee, bowing her head in absolute submission, her red hair spilling over her shoulders. The sheer survival instinct ingrained in her screamed not to provoke the girl sitting on the bed.
"I sealed the mark." Mirabella said simply, placing the tray on her bed, with the food on it. It was a massive flex of power, treating a Primordial Dragon’s soul-mark like a mere nuisance to be tucked away.
"Tell me the truth, apart from the title, do you know my true identity?" She asked, taking a full spoon of rice and chewing thoughtfully.
"Yes. Master is the heir of the legendary Sun family." Luigi said, her head still bowed respectfully, referencing the terrifying, ancient lineage that Mirabella possessed.
’Sealed the mark?! That can only be possible if she has the strength of the Great King... But she doesn’t, which means someone else helped her, who is this person?’ Luigi thought rapidly, her mind spinning with implications. She knew the power scaling of the universe intimately; Mirabella couldn’t have done it alone. But she doesn’t dare to ask, knowing that pressing for answers could cost her life.
Mirabella silently swallowed the food in her mouth, staring at the kneeling angel, with a slight frown.
’She stopped calling me a Queen, and entered Master... This angel is smarter than I thought... And it seems she already picked a side.’ Mirabella thought. The subtle shift in titles from ’Queen’—a title associated with her forced betrothal to Julian—to ’Master’ meant Luigi was submitting to Mirabella’s personal authority, untethered from the Great King. It was a calculated, desperate pledge of allegiance. She asked:
"I heard you were once a general under Lamashtu, is that true?"
’This?! Someone told her that?! I was right, she has someone from the old era backing her.’ Luigi thought, a spike of cold dread hitting her chest. The angel nodded her head, her mind making a rapid, decisive calculation:
’I should be truthful, I am sure that person already told her everything, she is asking me to confirm my loyalty.’
"I was the second general under her." She added, keeping her voice steady despite the immense pressure.
"Was?" Mirabella stared at her, her face unreadable as she calmly picked up a banana from the tray.
"Yes... The moment I swore my loyalty to you, I destroyed the bond I have with her... Now, I am free of her control." She said, speaking of the brutal severing of a soul-contract that usually left the betrayer crippled or dead.
"Hmm... Won’t you also betray me if you encounter someone stronger than me in the future?" Mirabella asked, casually peeling the banana, testing the foundation of this new loyalty.
"I won’t dare, Master!!" Luigi quickly said, bowing her head low until her forehead nearly touched the floorboards, her voice trembling with absolute sincerity.
"Ok... Tell me the names of Lamashtu’s other generals." Mirabella said, taking a bite of her banana, her tone shifting seamlessly from lethal to conversational.
"Lamashtu has five generals in total. The first on the list is Angra Mainyu, he is a vampire and is good with shadow and sneaky Attacks. I was the second. The third is Viper; her main attack is venom, which can also directly attack the soul. The fourth is known as Konkus, he has hard defense and his physical attacks are off the chart. The last is known as crystal emperor, he is---"
"--He is dead, I killed him." Mirabella cut her off smoothly, taking another bite of her banana as if she were discussing the weather rather than the execution of an apex entity.
"You killed him? How?" Luigi gasped, her angelic composure slipping. The Crystal Emperor was a monster of immense durability; for a mortal student to have slain him was logically impossible under the world’s laws.
"You don’t have to worry about that... Now, tell me about the Third World." Mirabella said, instantly redirecting the conversation to the forbidden lore.
"Third world? If I speak about it, Lamashtu will detect it and try to stop me." Luigi quickly explained, true panic entering her voice. The sheer mention of the realm was tethered to high-tier curses and spatial surveillance that Lamashtu, a King-stage powerhouse, actively monitored.
"Adira."
At Mirabella’s soft call, the space directly beside her bed violently cracked like shattered glass, and the Divine Fairy flew out. Even in her diminished size, Adira’s presence radiated a pure, overwhelming density of spirit energy that made the ambient energy in the room feel heavy and thick.
"Seal this whole building." She instructed, not even glancing at the fairy.
"Understood Master."
Adira raised both her tiny, glowing hands into the air. Instantly, the surrounding spirit energy flowed together and merged with frightening speed, weaving into an intricate, multi-layered matrix. It formed an absolute, invisible solid barrier around the whole building, completely isolating it from the outside world and severing all karmic, magical, and spatial connections to the greater universe.
"Done." Adira nodded her head proudly, lowering her hand as the barrier hummed into silence.
"How is this?" Mirabella asked, lowering her piercing gaze to Luigi.
Luigi was silent. She closed her eyes, cautiously spreading her divine energy all over the place to probe the perimeter, but it instantly struck the barrier. The wall of compressed spirit energy was absolute. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t pass the barrier; even the connection to the other world, the innate tether she possessed, was completely severed and unknown to her.
"This... This is too impressive." She said in genuine awe, her fears of Lamashtu’s wrath finally easing. She nodded her head respectfully at Mirabella:
"Yes, Master. This can surely block her... Besides, she won’t bother with the barrier because she doesn’t know what I am going to say." Luigi said. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and opened her mouth: