Only God
Chapter 294 - 252: Prophet of the Future

Chapter 294: Chapter 252: Prophet of the Future

Death God Nakbet stood midair above the Ajia Royal City, scrutinizing every mortal that came and went within the city.

The scythe, once shimmering with a frosty glint, was now darkened to a purplish-black hue. Upon close observation, one could see the blade’s patterns etched with skulls the size of heads; some screamed shrilly, some struggled fiercely, some awaited in silence, some appeared serene and gentle...

These were the souls Nakbet had reaped from among the Three-eyed Ape People these days.

Like a diligent farmer welcoming the harvest season, the reaper tirelessly raised and dropped his scythe, cutting down the heads of countless wheat stalks awaiting their fate. With every fall of Death God’s scythe, an untold number of mortals also left their bodies for good.

These days, Nakbet did not rush back and forth between the Netherworld and the real world but stayed put within the Ajia Royal City. There were far too many souls here waiting for his harvest. Nakbet planned to reap them all at once and then bring them together to the Netherworld to face the judgment of the Netherworld Judges.

To countless mortals, death was a secretive, obscure, even sinister and evil thing. Death was like an insurmountable river, where no material vessel could cross, and even the lightest feather would sink to the bottom. This shore of death was the known world, while the other shore was a land unknown.

But in the eyes of Death God Nakbet, death was no mystery. He could almost precisely predict when each life would end, how their souls would be harvested, and based on their actions in life, he could guess what judgment his Netherworld Judges would likely pass on them. They would then proceed to different regions of the Netherworld depending on the outcome of their judgment.

After sensing something, Nakbet’s face revealed astonishment, and he looked towards the dungeon of the kingdom.

In the blink of an eye, he teleported into a dreary cell.

Moss crept along the walls; it was damp and chilly here, the sturdiest dungeon in the Ajia Royal City. Since its construction, no one had ever escaped from it.

Yet now, the cell once confining Xilan was utterly empty, causing even the scythe-clutching Death God to tremble slightly, his face clouded with confusion.

The faces of those who had come to escort Xilan to the execution ground turned ashen as they opened the iron door of the cell. They looked around in bewilderment, the prison guards frantically searching throughout the dungeon, but even digging three feet into the ground, they could not find any trace of Xilan.

A living person had just disappeared like that.

No one knew when it happened, nor how it happened, but he had vanished, leaving behind the inescapable confines of the dungeon.

Death God Nakbet too watched in confusion, filled with questions.

He had stayed not to leave but to witness Xilan’s impending death, to personally harvest this last soul with his scythe before returning to the Netherworld. He planned to hand Xilan over to the Netherworld Judges for their judgment while attending the hearing himself.

But right under his own gaze, this disciple of the Prophet had vanished without a trace.

The Death God could not detect even the slightest hint of his whereabouts.

"How strange..."

The Death God muttered in astonishment,

"I can perceive all deaths that pass through this world...

What has become of that Xilan now? Is he dead? If he were, I should be able to know his location.

Could he be alive?

He should be dead. I clearly sensed his fated death, which is why I am here."

Finally, Death God Nakbet concluded that Xilan must be dead. Yet, that soul’s whereabouts were unknown, disappeared along with his body into thin air.

As to when exactly Xilan vanished into thin air and how it happened, though Nakbet was puzzled, he had no inclination to investigate.

After all, the gentle Death God truly cared only about death and his Netherworld; and even if he wanted to investigate, he wouldn’t know where to start.

Nakbet couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss over Xilan’s disappearance.

After all, this elf’s life, though brief compared to his kin, had accomplished many feats that other mortals could not touch in their entire lives.

Nakbet lifted his scythe, looking at the blade crammed full of souls.

"I am the King blessed by Kagawus, I am the King representing Kagawus, I am the King of Ajia! You can’t kill me!"

As Death God Nakbet approached these spirits, he heard countless wails of sorrow.

Among them, the spirit named Anuket was the most bothersome to him; this spirit’s resentment before death was too deep.

Death God Nakbet sighed and lifted his finger to press upon that spirit.

"Be silent."

The words of the Death God fell.

From Nakbet’s fingertips, strands of purple filaments extended like wriggling worms, instantly piercing through the spirit, and then, the worms turned into cords, sealing the mouth of the deeply resentful spirit.

After that, the Death God hefted his heavy scythe in hand.

"Let’s return then."

These days had been far too busy, with an overwhelming number of deaths, and the various affairs of the Netherworld consuming much of his energy. Even this deity, companion to death, could not help but feel somewhat weary.

"Perhaps I should create a race to serve as my servants, having them traverse between the two realms, harvesting souls for me."

With that thought, the Death God spoke.

Afterwards, the Death God turned and stepped away, a dark mist rising slowly from beneath his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he left Ajia Royal City and returned into the Netherworld.

.........

Solamus watched from afar as Death God Nakbet departed Ajia Royal City.

The deity synonymous with death could not have imagined that it was the Angel Leader who made Xilan disappear from the prison cell.

He had visited that room not long before, the Great Angel witnessing Daniel’s execution on the gallows, and then saw Xilan instigate a fierce rebellion that stormed into the Palace, executing King Anuket.

Solamus initially did not wish to interfere, after all... his mission lay elsewhere, but...

After Xilan was imprisoned in the dungeon of Ajia Royal City, after his soul-stirring prayer, Solamus reached out his hand, exerting his great power to put Xilan to sleep.

Solamus separated his soul from his body, burying his body atop an unnamed small hill, while his soul was consoled by Solamus and sent to the mountaintop.

One might say that Xilan was a man who had never experienced death.

"Xilan, your prayer has been heard by God."

Solamus whispered gently.

Angels are God’s extensions, like His hands and feet, and Solamus, who was closest to God, knew that when Heaven descends and all souls from the entire world gather in one place, God Will would assign a mission to the Disciple of the Prophet, to fulfill Xilan’s prayers.

And then, the chosen one would descend...

"You walk the path of the Prophet, and that has also made you a prophet."

Solamus gazed towards the direction of the mountaintop, remarking with a sigh.

Then he turned his gaze to the distant horizon.

He had come to the earth to be the vanguard for the coming of Heaven.

Xilan had his mission, and he too had his own to fulfill.

Ajia Royal City had been the place where Xilan had proven his mission, and in a remote corner of this world, there was also a place uniquely meant for the fulfillment of his own.

At this moment,

Solamus’s gaze focused on a race created by the Gods—humanity.

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