Hunter of the Evernight
Chapter 542: The Goddess of Modern Art

Chapter 542: The Goddess of Modern Art

"The Guardian forced you?" Alex could hardly believe his ears as he stared at Ulysses, scrutinizing the young man from head to toe.

Ulysses nodded. "Basically. He threatened to kill me if I don’t accept his offer and I knew he wasn’t joking as I could sense his intent."

"This has to be unprecedented, right?" Alex inquired as he glanced at Humphrey who had on a peculiar expression as he stared at Ulysses.

It is. The Abyss Wheel is only surpassed by the Human Wheel in terms of what we don’t know about it. But I don’t think I have ever heard of a situation where a person was forced to become a Mystic. Tempted, sure, but forced?... No.

"But why me?... I don’t understand why the Guardian would force me."

Alex pursed his lips, pondering for a moment before finally muttering with a complicated expression. "Because you are an Error."

"An Error?"

Alex nodded. "I can’t be sure but I feel that’s the only thing that would set you apart from everyone else. You possess divinity while still being human and being corrupted by the Abyss, a state that has never been seen before, at least according to Aiden."

What happens now?... I need not explain to you the dangers of the Abyss Wheel. They have always caused chaos and their trials are meant to disrupt the current order of the world.

Ulysses tensed up at this juncture as he knew that this was the deciding moment.

Alex glanced at Ulysses as he asked. "What do you think?"

"... I don’t want to die."

"That’s it?"

Ulysses nodded while gritting his teeth as he had nothing else to say.

Perhaps if he were in Alex’s shoes, he would have already decided to have him killed; after all, he had seen the destruction the Abyss Wheel was capable of.

"Then you won’t." Alex’s calm response broke through his myriad though, catching him off guard.

"What?"

Are you sure about this?... This young man is a bomb that could go off at any time.

"Don’t worry, we can handle it." Alex intoned, leaving both Ulysses and Humphrey perplexed.

Why would he take such a gamble?

Alex didn’t bother to say anything else as he remarked. "Is that all?"

"Uhmm... yeah," Ulysses replied, unsure of how to feel considering how the matter had ended.

It was rather... anticlimactic, especially since he was still conflicted about being left alive.

Meanwhile, Humphrey said nothing, merely putting a thought at the back of his mind to keep an eye on Ulysses when he could.

"If that’s all, then you can go back to sleep. We’ll test out your abilities on the morrow and see what you can do. Right now, I have work to do."

With that, Alex left Ulysses in the sitting room to return to his work desk in the dining, leaving the young Nester to his thoughts.

***

"You speak of conditions?" Aiden raised a brow. "You realize that all I am asking for is that you end a divine life and a single use of your divine power?"

That I am aware of but of course, such a favor must come with some benefits. All I wish to ask for are minor things you are capable of providing.

Aiden looked at the humanoid oil painting with myriad colors over for a moment before replying. "Fine then, what are your conditions?"

You can sense it too, can’t you, Battle God?... The world is slowly marching toward an inevitable end. Even the Abyss has acted in a way that is unbefitting of its status as a mad place in a bid to survive.

"What are you getting at?" Aiden raised a brow as he crossed his arms.

Establish my religion in Zion, and help me complete my Ascension ritual so I may become a God. That is all I ask.

"Alright." Aiden calmly replied, catching Hena off guard as she stared back intently.

You would accept so easily?

"You said it yourself. Time is running out and I am running out of options. I’ve already bet on the Dark Lord and a crazy mishmash of the Abyss and divinity while my ancestors bet on a reincarnating mad emperor. Why not an aspiring Anti-God?... As long as we survive, why not?"

You are quite desperate.

"Shouldn’t we all be?"

I see. Thank you, I look forward to relocating.

Aiden nodded. "I look forward to hosting you though I wonder how Prime Minister Antoine would take it."

He has no choice but to accept this as it is my choice. Though this is my birthplace, I must consider my growth else I risk remaining stagnant.

"Fine then, but I should warn you against attempting to create your divine kingdom in Zion. Zion is already a divine kingdom, albeit incomplete."

I would not dare. Only a fool would go against the Prince of Peace.

Aiden chuckled as he recalled something. "Indeed."

You may leave now. Leave behind the Daemon, I shall handle him.

"Aren’t you forgetting something?"

Ah yes, my divine power. If I may ask, what do you intend to use it for exactly?

"To help a Devil Wheel Mystic complete her trial." Aiden casually replied, causing Hena to pause for a moment before replying.

You are indeed quite desperate.

Aiden chuckled. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

As you wish. Here it is.

As she spoke, some of the ink Hena was made of split from the main body before quickly coalescing into a lifelike painting of what appeared to be a city with a ridiculously large cathedral at its center.

The painting floated up from the ground and into Aiden’s waiting palm.

It can be used as many times as the user wants. Also, if in danger, they can use it to ask for my aid, but that is a one-time use and after doing so, it would return to me.

"Alright." Aiden nodded before turning to take his leave.

***

Aiden left Vassis, the capital city of Lothrusia, a few hours later, accompanied by Godric and Lionel, taking their airship to return to Zion.

Meanwhile, back in the city, colorful ink manifested within an underground space that seemed large enough to contain at least a hundred people.

The sound of flowing water came from one corner, while the clanging of chains came from another.

The colorful ink moved toward the chains before pausing before the peculiar sight of a man stripped of garments, covered in Antimagic runes and Quillion needles, while being held down by soul-bound weapons of the Saints, one a chain and the other, a pair of short swords which were stabbed into the man’s eyes.

The weapons quivered, seemingly relaying what was happening in the underground space back to their owners.

The ink converged, quickly taking the form of Hena, the Goddess of Modern Art.

Sensing her presence, the chained man remarked.

You are weak.

Indeed, I am. But against you, I believe I am more than capable of ending your life.

Saying that Hena manifested a sword made of her ink and swung at the man with intent.

The sword extended and like hot iron through a mushroom, cut the man’s throat, out of which black sludge began to leak out.

The man chuckled even as he felt the sludge fill his airways.

As his laugh took on a maniacal turn, he imprinted his intent on the space around him, giving his final words.

I will go now, but you all will join me soon enough!... The Savior could have changed our fate but his passing now only means that the end is inevitable. You all can only wait for death!

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