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Chapter 1644: The Acceleration Incident (5)

Chapter 1644: The Acceleration Incident (5) Somewhere in the Northern Territories of Reality...

said JOISEN ANTERRAS, looking up.

said a second JOISEN ANTERRAS.

The first JOISEN grunted.

said the second JOISEN.

JOISEN ANTERRAS was the Primeval Deity who had signed a Limited Contract with Skullius for his Exotic Parlous Nature, Second Divine Sinew. The Exotic Parlous Nature allowed the user to create a living copy of a target down to the Broader Existence, even if there were disparities in strength.

(A/N: Refer to Ch.1291.)

Earlier, JOISEN ANTERRAS had made use of his contract and forged a clone of himself. Not much time had passed where he was compared to Aigas. His clone was still rather fresh, but altogether ready for the siege JOISEN had in mind against his enemies.

said the first JOISEN, annoyed.

***

COLMUUN was eagerly waiting for Skullius’ (Future Skullius’) arrival.

What had just happened, the acceleration of all things had left him stricken with passion.

The burst of Litte just now – hilariously connected to the original Skullius and his dance with fate – had triggered a Reality-wide snag in AKHASHA’s Contracts. A part of COLMUUN desired to launch an attack against the bastard immediately, but he stifled the urge. There was no need to be hasty. No, no. It was more prudent to wait.

COLMUUN leaned back and chuckled.

he said.

He could feel it. All the beings across Reality utilizing his Fundamental Barter – at least those with Divine capabilities – had been inspired by the burst of Litte just now in a variety of ways. They thought of different ways to better themselves and their powers, but instead of innovating through the Common Reality Leagues, they instead turned to Fundamental Barter to bring their ideas to life before the inspiration vanished from their beings.

Hundreds of thousands applied Higher Fundamental Barter and tens of millions employed regular Fundamental Barter.

COLMUUN chortled.

The Primeval Deity couldn’t help but think of that one individual he’d blessed with an additional application of Fundamental Barter; a certain strong-willed woman with a lethal sword.

For some reason, he found himself having high hopes for the future.

***

Near the Eastern border of Reality...

GREY VONSE was saying.

TITEMIUS burst out laughing. He turned to the figure next to GREY VONSE.

Indeed, the three Primeval Deities were near the very edge of Reality, where a stalwart sealing formation was placed. TITEMIUS was behind the throbbing bars made from a certain ore within this formation, talking to GREY VONSE and the man everyone knew to be the first to ever become a Deity. AKHASHA.

To TITEMIUS’ question, AKHASHA merely shrugged and said nothing. His mind was elsewhere.

GREY VONSE said, determined to sound exceptionally persuasive and strong-willed in front of AKHASHA.

TITEMIUS’ mirth slithered away. He sighed, suddenly solemn.

Only the Primeval Deities and the Parallels – those who could comprehend Eklhesh (space and distance) – knew that one hidden fact about this Reality: that it was constantly expanding, even if by an insignificant amount every thousand Consternals or so.

It was a natural thing. But just now, because of the burst of Litte – which Reality hadn’t tasted in a very long time – some form of balance was shattered. The exact consequences of this were unknown, but they were definite.

GREY VONSE scowled.

TITEMIUS considered GREY VONSE and then AKHASHA. He scoffed at the latter. The bastard’s eyes were finally on him again.

GREY VONSE simmered like a tea kettle. Before she could call TITEMIUS a miserable snake, however...

<>

AKHASHA’s voice lacked passion, always monotone, but it was sharper than any other in Reality. Funny enough, he always knew what to say to stir emotion in others despite sounding so dry.

TITEMIUS grinned.

AKHASHA gave a slow nod. <>

said TITEMIUS.

<>

said TITEMIUS.

AKHASHA gave another slow nod. His face was as stiff as stone, hard to read. He said nothing.

That ticked TITEMIUS off.

AKHASHA nodded yet again. He acknowledged TITEMIUS’ sentiments and struck the bars to the prison with a finger.

<> he said. <>

TITEMIUS frowned. He hated how AKHASHA seemed unbothered by everything else he’d said.

<>

GREY VONSE turned to AKHASHA, surprised.

AKHASHA wore what counted for a smile on his face – a strange expression that no humanoid could make.

<> He sniffed with amusement.

TITEMIUS scowled.

<> said AKHASHA. <>