Chapter 9

Now Tom realized what was happening at this moment. He was in this owner's past when he had not yet killed the King of Salem.

The old man took a deep breath as his gaze fell on Tom.

"Only YOU can succeed in taming that beast, to stop the King of Salem from reigning... We... the descendants of centuries ago have sworn this life of ours as we await your arrival..."

Just when Light is born, Shadow is also created.

In this world, all forms of darkness were created from the King of Salem. During the holy battle that took place thousands of years ago, the King of Salem was destroyed by the Leader of the Gods. It also happened in the fatal holy battle where the Leader disappeared... leaving this world for years in uncertainty where both good and evil existed.

Time passed slowly, people began to question the presence of God.

Even the mysterious Rages began to disappear from the public eye.

The Rages are a clan that has devoted their lives to serving God since ancient times began. Just as the Leader of the Gods disappeared from the world, He made a prophecy, "When the King of Salem reigns, the Messenger of God will descend to this land. He will revive the hope of mankind..." However, the Leader did not say who or when he would be. come.

"We have waited for thousands of years… generation after generation, steadfastly waiting for the Messenger of God to fulfill his promise."

"During those thousands of years, the King of Salem spread all over the place, the beings responsible for protecting him were the Twelve Beasts. If we want to destroy the King of Salem before he rises, then we must pass through the palace where the Twelve Beasts reside.

Among the Palaces where the beasts reside, each palace is of a different level according to its strengths and weaknesses. The stronger the beast, the further away they were in rank, the closer to the Salem King himself.

"But..." Tom hesitated, he wasn't God's Messenger.

"Yes, that Messenger of God is you." The man confirmed.

As the chief of the tribe, a grand summoning ceremony is held every one hundred years.

Surviving through the thousands of years that passed, spending a lifetime wishing, they held fast to their own beliefs.

"Today is the time when we hold a summoning ceremony with the entire tribe of Rages. We sensed the prophecy and we gathered. When I recited the summons of power, you appeared—in an instant, you suddenly appeared before us, right in the middle of our ceremony. When we witnessed your presence, we strongly felt that-it was you! The special savior sent by God and will triumph against the King of Salem."

Tom breathed heavily, "I don't understand... What makes you all so sure that I'm God's Messenger? Let's not start with the talk about entering the twelve palaces where the Beasts reside and taming all the Beasts. I even thought I wouldn't be able to survive on this strange land. God knows why I came here...

'Yeah, why did I end up here?! Isn't it a memory, then I won't be able to interact with them like this?' Tom thought confused.

Tom remembers that before she was in the memory of the owner of this body, Tom felt a pain so very painful that it made Tom faint. Before falling unconscious, the things he remembered with flashes of memory in his head were the twelve beasts standing in front of Tom worshiping Tom.

'Are they the same creatures as those in the twelve palaces where the beast dwells?' Tom thought.

"Oh, Messenger of God, in this world where the sky is gradually tainted by darkness, your presence is like a star that shines far in the distant sky, keeping our hope alive."

The dim eyes brightened as the old man knelt before Tom. "Perhaps when the Messenger of God completes his task, he can return to his original world. No human has ever gone to the top level of the palace where the beasts reside. The current King of Salem is nearing the time of his resurrection, no god can match him. Please consider prayer. we."

'Wait, does that mean that the owner of this body isn't from this world either?' Tom was taken aback by her own thoughts. Imagining that the owner of this body was from another world like him, made Tom feel excited to reveal what was really going on.

Under the shimmering moon, the wind stopped its gusts as if waiting for the decision Tom would give them. Tom could feel answers springing up from where they had been buried all along. He stretched out his arms to lift the old man from his position, lifting the prayers of a thousand years of silence.

"Tell me," he could hear his own voice, "where is the entrance to the palace?"

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Time passed every minute, every second. Thick fog blocked the rising of the sun.

"Oh, Messenger of God, I can only take you here..." The old man removed the shell chain from his neck, placing it in Tom's hand as he said, "This is a talisman passed down from our ancestors, I wish if this talisman will pray for and protect your safe return."

Tom received the shell necklace, and put it on. As he raised his head to thank the old man he realized that the old man was nowhere to be found.

"Tribal chief?" The fog grew thicker, nothing could be seen not even the road ahead.

Tom was not afraid, her fear of animals was only stronger than that of normal humans.

He could clearly feel that with every step he took into the mist, every step he took was getting closer and closer to danger. Perhaps, suddenly he could have been torn into pieces by some unknown beast.

But he never stopped.

If in this world there was a God, what if what happened to him was just a prediction that happened thousands of years ago, then Tom firmly believed that, at the end of his prophecy, he would find the answer.

To be continued