Book 2: Chapter 391

Crunch, crunch.

An eerie sound woke him from his thoughts.

Lukas turned around. Behind him, Pale had begun to eat the half cooked corpse of the large monster. It was more like predation than eating, and although the outside was burnt, the inside was still uncooked, which caused blood to drip from the flesh as it was ripped apart.

The taste, smell and texture must have been the worst, but Pale still ate enthusiastically as though she had found the most delicious food in the world.

Then, she suddenly got up and wiped her lips as if she felt Lukas gaze.

I ate well! Thank you.

He didnt remember answering when she asked for permission, but in the end, he still nodded awkwardly.

Pale grinned. The soot and blood stains that covered her face made her smile rather creepy. Then, she buried her face in the half eaten corpse of the monster once again.

Crunch, crunch. He realised the source of the eerie sound. It was the monsters scales. Pale was chewing on the scales, the hardness of which were unimaginable, as if they were flesh.

Twet. After spitting out a particularly hard scale, Pale opened her mouth again.

My name is Pale. Ah, but you already knew my name.

Hmm? She narrowed her eyes slightly.

But how did you know my name?

There were no signs of suspicion in her voice or in her expression. But there was no telling what she was thinking on the inside.

How should he explain it?

Lukas hesitated as he was unsure of what to do, but Pale shook her head.

Well. It doesnt matter.

It doesnt matter?

Did it not matter that someone you met for the first time knew your name?

Such a conclusion was completely incomprehensible to Lukas principle of thinking, but there was no need for him to pick up on that.

Thank you for taking care of me.

He decided to change the subject by thanking her.

It was clear that Pale had protected him while he was unconscious. The Imaginary World was a very dangerous place. Without her, he might have become a monsters meal before he could even come to his senses.

Hehe. Well.

Pale scratched her head while smiling bashfully.

Lukas couldnt help but observe her for a moment.

Who is she?

A strange presence, a mysterious personality, and a surprising understanding of this world.

His question didnt arise because of that knowledge.

It was because Pale was, clearly, hiding something.

In fact, even before hed died, hed had that feeling since the first time hed met Pale, but after meeting Yang In-hyun, he became certain.

-Ive seen you once before. In the War of Existence in the Western Region

The War of Existence.

Yang In-hyun had spoken as though hed met Pale there. Of course, Lukas didnt know what the War of Existence was, and he didnt know where the Western Region was. However, he didnt think Yang In-hyun had been mistaken.

But Pale denied him immediately. Presumably, this was because she didnt want to reveal the fact that she knew Yang In-hyun.

-As Young Miss said, I must have been mistaken. Please forgive my rudeness.

-There is one more thing I would like to ask. I am going to kill that man now. Will Young Miss stop me?

-If Young Miss intends to stop me, I will back down immediately

Yang In-hyun maintained an extremely cautious att.i.tude towards Pale.

To be precise, he seemed to be afraid of going against her.

That was why Lukas had no choice but to be more wary and even slightly afraid of Pale.

He knew how strong Yang In-hyun was. Since hed personally fought him, he knew it well.

The sword path that hed seen stretched to the very edge of what a being could reach. Each swing of his sword contained the essence of Yang In-hyuns very being, and they represented the peak.

Even if Lukas had not only the power of 9-stars but also Endtongue and the external force of an Absolute, he could not guarantee victory in that fight. No, in all honesty, he felt like he would lose even with that.

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And yet, Pale was someone that Yang In-hyun feared.

What is it? Is there something on my face?

At Pales words, Lukas turned his eyes away.

Blood, flesh, and soot.

Ah.

Pale wiped her face with her sleeve. Then, she turned to look at him as if to say how about now?.

Her foolish appearance didnt look dangerous at all, but that just made him warier.

Looking at the face that was not completely clean, Lukas nodded.

But wont you eat, uncle?

Pale suggested that he eat food. Theyd had a similar conversation last time.

At that time, hed denied his hunger, but the next day, his body began to disappear from his toes.

The phenomenon of disappearing.

Hed eaten the rat pale gave him and was able to escape the phenomenon.

He didnt want to be more indebted to her. In addition, the only way to replenish his mana was to take in nutrients in some form.

With a sigh, Lukas approached his prey. Then, after cutting off a bit of flesh, roughly pulling the scales off of it, and cooking it as evenly as possible with a palm sized flame, he ate it.

To be precise, he bit a small piece of it and tasted it. It was somewhat edible. The first meal hed had last time was a dirty rat. So, while it was a bit dry, the taste was much better. It was a small comfort.

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He looked up at the sky. The colours mixed as if several paints were poured onto the same place. Last time, hed taken the time to organise his thoughts while in the middle of the desert.

Lukas looked over at Pale. She was laying on the flat sand, staring up at the sky.

It didnt seem like she wasnt thinking about leaving him like earlier.

Various questions arose in his mind.

What exactly did she plan to do with him? What would happen if he tried to force her away? What was she thinking?

Suddenly, Pale turned to look over at him. Perhaps he had been staring at her too openly.

Deciding to take the lead before she opened her mouth, Lukas spoke.

Do you know the Twelve Imaginary Lords?

I do.

He received a plain answer.

What are they like?

They are amazing!

Although hed expected a similar answer, her response didnt help him at all.

G.o.d told Lukas to become one of the Twelve Imaginary Lords and go to the throne. But Lukas didnt even know who the Twelve Imaginary Lords were.

Just from the name, he a.s.sumed that they were the twelve beings who ruled over the Imaginary World

Lukas wanted to ask a few more details, but he soon changed his mind. Instead, someone who would communicate more than her appeared in his mind.

He claimed to be an intellectual, and after having a conversation with him, Lukas could tell that he wasnt bluffing.

Michael.

He had a feeling that Michael would definitely know about the Twelve Imaginary Lords.

Since Lukas wouldnt forget the location of places hed been to before, he knew the location of the underground city.

He could head there now, but that would be no different from recklessly invading the territory instead of being invited. In the worst case scenario, he might even have to fight Michael.

If I wait for a while, the [Miglings] will come.

After all, they were the ones whod come to him last time.

Lukas prediction wasnt wrong. When the colour of the sky changed for the fifth time, figures seemed to approach them from a distance.

Miglings.

Pale exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

Wow! These are natives! I think theyre here to invite you!

Ignoring Pales excitement, Lukas looked at the miglings. In the underground city, it seemed like they could speak, but now, they kept their mouths closed as though they didnt have any vocal chords.

Could they not talk in the desert?

Hiding his doubts, he obediently allowed them to pull him by his hands and clothes.

After walking in the desert for a while, they arrived in front of a small ant hill. The miglings threw themselves in one after the other.

And this time, Lukas jumped in before Pale. He heard her startled uh as he went in.

He fell down the rapid stream of sand to the underground city and was tossed around by the miglings who went down first.

Lukas went down with an expressionless face, waiting for their little carnival ride to end.

After a while, the miglings walked up to him and spoke.

Follow, come.

Us.

Follow, come.

This time, he followed them without asking questions like last time.

As they walked, he slowly looked around the city. Last time, he hadnt been able to do this because he wasnt in such a relaxed mood.

Its much larger than I thought.

There were many side streets in addition to the northbound road that they were currently walking on, which led to the cathedral that Michael stayed in. In addition, there was also a large road that cut from east to west, and pa.s.sages that went below the underground city. Flickering torches were the only sources of light on the dark pa.s.sages.

This showed that they were not natural, but were paths made by people so they could pa.s.s.

That, dont look.

A migling quietly warned him.

Why?

Might get into fight.

With whom?

The migling frowned.

b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.

The migling didnt seem to want to talk more about the topic, so Lukas didnt ask more questions.

Before long, they arrived at the cathedral that Michael was staying in.

From here, only you.

With a nod at the miglings words, he walked into the cathedral. He pretended not to hear Pale complain enviously.

Perhaps he should ask Michael about Pale as well. He might be able to get an unexpected answer. He decided to do that if he had the chance.

Creak-

The huge iron doors opened.

The scene in the cathedral was magnificent, and an altar stood at the end of the long aisle.

Standing at this altar reading a book was none other than Michael.

Even looking at him again, he looked like Lord. He wasnt as surprised as before, but he still felt an instinctive wariness.

[An interesting guest.]

Michael seemed to have been aware of Lukas presence from the beginning. The sound of the iron doors was a bit loud.

[How did you come here? Unfamiliar yet familiar being.]

Michael had probably felt from the beginning that Lukas was from the same fundamental universe as he was.

Hes not certain yet.

Michael had only been convinced after he mentioned the name Trowman.

In any case, this time, he didnt intend to be led helplessly like last time.

Intellectual of Underground City. I came here because I have something to ask you.

He decided to skip the unnecessary questions and go straight to the main point.

[Hoh]

With an interested sound, Michael closed his book.

[You know about me.]

Right.

[As you said, I am an intellectual. I have enough knowledge to answer any of your questions. However-]

You dont intend to simply give me the answers I seek. Because it goes against the rules of this world, right?

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Michael fell silent. He seemed surprised, or even a bit shocked. This reaction was natural, seeing as the words he was about to say were stolen from him, but Lukas had simply interrupted him because he wanted to get to the point as quickly as possible.

Equivalent exchange. Fine. Then lets exchange question answers one after the other.

[although that is what I was going to suggest]

Are there any problems? Im sure you are interested in me to some extent now.

[not really]

Michael responded in a slightly uncomfortable voice.

Lukas then opened his mouth immediately.

Then Ill ask first. Tell me everything you know about the Twelve Imaginary Lords.

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Michael fell silent again. Was it because of his surprise at Lukas question, or was it because he was shocked that hed completely lost control?

He couldnt tell because he didnt have any expression on his face.

[in, detail. What do you want specifically?]

What kind of beings they are. Who the members are and what their goals are. It would be good if you could also tell me where they are.

[That wont work. That far exceeds the capacity of one question.]

Although hed said it in such a complex way, that was only a trick to take control of the first round. Naturally, Lukas hadnt expected it to be that easy either.

Then, tell me what kind of beings are the Twelve Imaginary Lords.

[good. I can tell you that.]

Michael nodded and opened his mouth.

[There are many ways to describe the Twelve Imaginary Lords, but the expression that is closest to the essence would be the strongest and most qualified candidates.]

Candidates? For what?

[To enter the Kings Castle.]

Kings Castle.

At that moment, Lukas suddenly recalled a conversation with Kasajin.

-Were here. Do you see that castle?

-I guess you cant see it.

The s.p.a.ce that appeared empty in his eyes.

And Kasajin who was pointing towards it.

-It seems it still isnt enough.

-I already told you. Ive been watching everything from here. Anyway, I guess youre still lacking the qualifications.

Lacking the qualifications?

Did Kasajin also want him to become one of the Twelve Imaginary Lords?

Lukas expression hardened slightly.

If that was true, then it meant both G.o.d and Kasajin wanted the same thing for Lukas.

[Its my turn. Your name. No, I want to know your last name.]

Trowman.

[Hoh. So youre a Trowman Indeed.]

Michael spoke as if he was convinced.

Lukas asked his next question.

What do I need to do to become one of the Twelve Imaginary Lords?

[There are two ways to do that. Either you appear in this world like that in the first place, or you defeat one of the Twelve Imaginary Lords and occupy their seat. The former is simple, the latter is a bit more complicated.]

Lukas took it the other way around.

Compared to the latter, which simply meant defeating one of the Twelve Imaginary Lords, the former was much harder to understand.

What did it mean to appear in this world like that? Did that mean they become one of the Twelve Imaginary Lords from the moment they were born? Like the Rulers?

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didnt ask any more.

Because Lukas turn had ended.

[Are you an Absolute?]

Right.

[Hmm.]

Michael looked pleased, but Lukas couldnt help but feel that he was cheating him. Of course, it wasnt enough for him to get a guilty conscience. This was probably because Michael looked like Lord.

Instead, he wondered how he could extract more knowledge.

Because the information I can give Michael is limited.

On the other hand, there were a mountain of things that Lukas wanted to ask Michael.

This meant that he would have to be careful with his questions from now on.

After thinking about it for a while, Lukas realised what he should be asking the most.

How strong are the Twelve Imaginary Lords?

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Michael didnt answer right away.

Was it because it was a difficult question to answer? Or was there another reason?

Lukas looked at the blank white face nervously.

Then, after a while, he spoke.

[Thats right. To give an answer that you could understand]

When he heard the words Michael said next, Lukas eyes went wide.

[The Ruler who entered this world, the Seven Fanged Dragon G.o.d, was defeated by one of the Twelve Imaginary Lords.]

(TL: So one needs to be Ruler level to be qualified?)