When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!
Chapter 82 - 83: Welcome Home!

Chapter 82: Chapter 83: Welcome Home!

The Fake God raised its hand. The faces on its body screamed in unison, and a shockwave of pure, unstable energy burst out.

The ground cracked and the trees were uprooted. Buildings crumbled like sand sculptures. The rift trembled as if it, too, feared what was coming.

The Chairman stopped attacking and focused more on defense. He looked up and gazed at the God, but for some reason, Cail felt that the Chairman was looking at him.

Veyr stumbled backward, still crying, but the servants caught him. The tall, cloaked figures shielded him with their bodies, forming a silent wall against the Fake God’s void energy.

Their cloaks fluttered, revealing glimpses of warped limbs that resembled a mummy’s and glimmering runes etched into the cloth.

Others were under the Chairman’s protection. They looked at the overwhelming power that the Fake God released.

They realized that this was the Coreline project, the project that allowed people in this world to use void energy more efficiently. A power to be reckoned with.

Cail looked at them. He saw the void energy around the Fake God weakening. It was obvious that he wasn’t as powerful as he had shown himself to be.

"Now, listen," he said mentally to the Fake God. "Blend the remaining energy with the rift. Let it distort the space, make it unstable. We don’t need to trap them anymore... Make a tear. Let’s get out of here. Let out one final burst of your void energy and pierce the sky."

The Fake God concentrated its energy towards the sky, and like a cannon, it fired directly above.

The clouds parted and the sky was ripped open. It was like a new dimension gate had opened in this rift... Now, it wasn’t just similar... a dimension had really opened. A gate connecting this rift to the world that Cail was familiar with.

Seban squinted at the tear and laughed, "My guy... Hahahahahaha. It looks like we lost. This little guy really thought this through..."

The Chairman beside him didn’t say anything. He was supporting Sellene in his arms. He looked down at his daughter and asked, "Is this the person whom you thought was your friend?"

Sellene’s void energy was drained. Her skin was cracking as if she were made of porcelain. One close look and you would realize that part of her skin seemed to be frozen. This was the issue with her physique.

Whenever she overused her void energy, her ability would backfire as if it were a mad horse without reins. It would turn her body ice-solid, and a single touch could be harmful to her.

When she heard her father, she looked up. She could see Cail, but she could also see the Fake God ripping the curtains of the rift...

She felt conflicted. For some reason, she didn’t feel betrayed. But as she looked at his madness and willfulness to drag others down with him, she felt a twinge of envy.

Is that what it feels like to be free?

Cail...

You said I should be free. That I didn’t have to live under my father’s shadow. You gave me that bracelet, one bead at a time, as if you were handing me pieces of protection... of care. You said I deserved better.

Was all of that just a lie? A mask? A step in your plan?

But then... you saved me. That wasn’t fake. It couldn’t have been. No matter what your intention was, the fact is that... you did help me.

Then why does this hurt?

Why do I feel like you’re leaving, and taking the last bit of trust I had with you?

I don’t know if I hate you or if I still believe in you.

Maybe I feel both.

The beads around the bracelet wrapped around her wrist shattered. All that was left was a red string that had held the beads together.

It was a contrast to her pale skin, it was like a glowing string was tied on her wrist. A red string bracelet represents good luck, protection, and connection, but looking at the red string on Sellene’s wrist... it resembled a chain.

Sellene grew up on a pedestal. She had never experienced what it felt like to have a friend. While this was just their first meeting, it was her first time experiencing interaction without people flattering her.

It was simple and normal, but it showed her a glimpse of what it should feel like to be ordinary, without the weight of being the daughter of an Ascendant.

With a burst of white light, the Fake God released its final radiance before vanishing into the opened tear.

...

"Hmm, sir... Are you okay?" a concerned biker asked when he saw a man sitting at the side of the road.

At first glance, you would have thought he was a beggar based on how tattered his clothes were, but when you looked at his demeanor and his helmet, you would shake off that idea. Not a beggar, but this man looked like he had just encountered an accident.

Cail looked up and saw a worried face staring at him. He waved his hand, "Hahahaha. I’m fine... But do you know where the nearest bathroom is?"

The biker pointed in the direction, and Cail thanked him. After seeing the biker leave, Cail stood up, staggering. It was already lucky that he had acquired a new ability, and that’s regeneration... or else he would have appeared here bleeding and dying.

While walking in the direction the biker pointed, Cail spoke mentally to the new entity he had become connected with. "I failed to consider that coming out from the tear would send me far from where I came from." It would take him a six-hour bus ride to get back to his city. And yes, he was now in Duskburn City.

The voice in his mind answered, "How would I know... This is my first time arriving in your world."

Cail now had a new black jade bracelet. It was the essence of the Coreline project. Cail managed to take the Fake God by stuffing it inside his space (Cail was confident because anything sentient sent inside his bracelet would lose consciousness). This bracelet was another form of the broken hourglass.

"I didn’t bring money," Cail said as he changed his clothes. "Should I rob people? No. I’m back in the real world. I should try my best to follow the law."

After he said that, he heard a bustling noise outside his stall.

"I swear, if I see another brat tagging our turf with smiley faces, I’m shoving his face in the urinal."

"You sure this is the bathroom we’re supposed to wait in?"

"Bro. They said ’meet at the north side gas station restroom.’ This is it."

Then Cail heard someone kicking his stall door.

Cail looked down and saw feet outside his stall. It was obvious the other side also saw his. "Yo, someone’s hiding here. Could be a cop. Or worse... a toilet cam perv."

Cail sighed internally. Welcome home. He couldn’t even muster the energy to scheme at this point.

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