Chapter 84: A Visitor from the Divine Realm
Misha finally withdrew his gaze from the horizon.
The morning sun had risen, and the light was becoming blinding. The strange dark spot behind the sky had vanished into the brightness. The sky now looked perfectly normal, and Misha felt there was no point in staring anymore.
Lance still hadn’t given him the final answer. Misha couldn’t help but ask, “That thing… what exactly is it?”
Lance didn’t answer.
He seemed to suddenly become alert, quickly turning his gaze toward the direction of the elf town, his brows furrowed as if he had detected a very troublesome problem.
Misha was startled. “What is it?”
Lance: “They move quite fast.”
With those words, he used a branch to pull himself up, casting another glance toward the town. “Someone from the Divine Realm has arrived. We need to get back quickly.”
Misha: “…”
Misha didn’t know how Lance could sense what was happening in the town, but he felt a wave of panic and unease.
Arlo had said that the destruction of an Interdimensional Gate was such a serious matter that the Divine Realm would likely send a High God to investigate. Lance was a fugitive. He was only safe in this world because the gods thought he was dead.
That also meant many High Gods would recognize Lance’s face.
The moment they met this visitor from the Divine Realm, Lanceās identity would be exposed.
Misha spoke nervously: “You…”
Lance: “Let’s talk on the way.”
Misha: “…”
Lance had already looked down at the height they were at.
In the next moment, he naturally reached out to Misha, grabbing his arm.
“It’s too high,” Lance took a deep breath. “Can you take me down?”
Misha: “…”
Misha thought to himself that this Hero already had the power of a High God. He didn’t believe for a second that Lance couldn’t climb down from this height.
Still, he gripped Lance’s arm, unfurled his wings, and jumped from the branch with him.
They quickly landed on the ground. Lance began walking back the way they came, and Misha followed behind him. He felt like he had so many questions, but in this moment, he could only pick the most urgent ones. For instanceā
Misha: “What exactly is that thing behind the sky?”
Lance spoke almost at the same time, looking a bit hesitant. “Are you also hiding something from me?”
Misha: “…”
Lance: “…”
Misha felt that Lance was truly a strange person.
For so long, Lance had been the one speaking in riddles, refusing to tell him anything. Now that he finally revealed some truths, he was stalling on the most critical point.
But it didn’t matter. Given the situation, even if Lance didn’t say it, Misha could guess.
Lance had said many times that the movement of the stars had nothing to do with the God King, yet he just said these were “the God King’s” celestial bodies.
Both he and Zebulun felt something was wrong with the stars; they never changed and were identical to how they were a thousand years ago. All these clues, when linked simply, led Misha to an easy conclusion.
The sky they saw now might not be the real sky.
Lance said they needed to go to the Dragon Race to see the final truth. Misha figured it was because the dragons lived in a higher place. Once they reached the dragons’ stargazing point, they would likely see more clearly what that dark spot was.
Misha almost wanted to clap for his own cleverness, while Lanceā
Lance didn’t really want to talk.
Or rather, he didn’t know what to say.
He had thought that since he had been so honest with Misha, there should be no more secrets or concealment between them. By now, shouldn’t Misha have revealed his true identity?
But Misha didn’t seem to want to talk. In fact, it seemed he hadn’t even realized he was still hiding something.
This left Lance feeling quite helpless.
If Misha wouldn’t speak, Lance didn’t plan to press him. After all, he chose this path and this outcome himself. If Misha was a bit slow… then so be it. What else could he do?
They reached the edge of the Holy Land’s barrier. Lance opened a gap, and they returned to the forest outside. Misha suddenly remembered something.
Lanceās appearance was far too striking. If they encountered a High God in the elf town, he would be exposed instantly.
Misha grabbed Lanceās fluffy cloak, asking nervously, “They recognize your face, don’t they?”
Lance: “Huh?”
Misha: “You’ll be exposed in an instant!”
Lance finally understood what Misha meant and couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, they won’t.”
Lance didn’t look panicked at all. Misha frowned, carefully studying Lanceās face. “Are you… using an illusion?”
Was the appearance he had seen all this time fake? Was it all an illusion?
But while an illusion could fool him, it was unlikely to fool a High God.
“Normal illusions won’t work on a High God,” Misha reminded him kindly. “If you just walk in like this, you’ll be caught.”
Lance: “…”
Lance took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
“Maybe we should think of an excuse?” Misha racked his brain, trying to concoct a reason. “You shouldn’t go in yet.”
Lance: “…”
Lance just kept smiling at him without speaking. That expression made Misha feel very odd.
“What is it?” Misha scratched his head. “Did I say something wrong?”
“It’s not an illusion. I found a way to alter my appearance,” Lance finally sighed and added, “I take back what I thought of you before.”
Misha: “…What thought?”
Lance: “The one where I thought you were smart.”
Misha: “…”
Misha: “What do you mean by that!!!”
Dammit, why was he insulting him again!
They were supposed to be solid comrades and brothers-in-arms now, yet the Hero was still finding ways to insult him!
Lance couldn’t figure it out.
Misha already knew that normal illusions didn’t work on High Gods, and he also knew very well that Lance had inherited a High God’s power. That meant his current abilities were roughly equivalent to a High God’s.
Yes. Illusions had no effect on him.
Such a simple logical substitution should have yielded the answer, yet Misha didn’t seem to notice. He also failed to realize that there was a major problem with the current situation.
From the very beginning, in the Blessing Land, the illusion the succubus and Misha had used on him had failed.
Furthermore, during the infiltration of the Dwarf Race, the illusion Misha cast had also failed.
Lance knew everything and was trying to hint to Misha that he already knew Misha’s identity.
But Misha still hadn’t noticed.
Lance sighed deeply again, still unable to wrap his head around Misha’s density.
They were standing outside the elf town, just one step away from returning. Lance didn’t plan to linger. He even took the initiative to step forward and take Mishaās hand, whispering, “Don’t worry, they won’t recognize me.”
Misha: “…”
Misha was still worried.
He thought that even if the appearance changed, one’s behavior wouldn’t. This Hero was so outrageous that he was likely the only one like this in the whole world. Anyone who knew him would recognize him instantly.
He wanted to stop Lance, but then he saw Arlo, who had been missing for a while, standing at the crossroads as if waiting for them. Arlo hurried over.
“Where did you two go?” Arlo was anxious. “Iāve been looking for youā”
He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze slowly drifting down to Misha and Lanceās interlaced hands.
“Oh,” Arlo said, trying to sound indifferent. “So that’s how it is.”
Misha: “?”
Arlo: “Never mind, never mind.”
Misha: “??”
Misha scratched his head, confused by Arlo’s sudden change in attitude.
He looked around, trying to find an unfamiliar face to identify the divine investigator, but the elf town seemed normal. Only Samuel was standing in a corner, looking dazed and bewildered. It was a worrying sight.
Misha had just heard about the evils the gods had done and knew a High God might be here. Samuel was a devout believer; seeing him look like that made Misha worry that something had happened.
Misha leaned toward Arlo and whispered, “Whatās wrong with Samuel? Did something happen?”
Arlo shook his head, casting a cautious glance at Lance before saying, “Thereās no need to stay here. Letās leave.”
Misha was stunned. “Leave? Back to Sky City?”
The matter of the Interdimensional Gate wasn’t over. Wouldn’t the visitor from the Divine Realm need their cooperation?
Misha grew more nervous, looking around instinctively. Arlo said, “Sheās not here.”
Misha looked at Arlo.
“We aren’t going to Sky City,” Arlo said. “Follow me to meet someone first.”
Then, Arlo lowered his voice to a tone only Misha could hear. “Someone from the Divine Realm has arrived.”
Misha: “…”
As expected.
Misha took a deep breath.
He was anxious, but he knew this couldn’t be avoided. Since the Hero felt he wouldn’t be exposed, Misha had to trust him and try to bluff their way through.
So, he obediently followed Arlo, leaving the elf town with the others.
Misha didn’t know where Arlo was going; he seemed to be wandering aimlessly through the forest. Samuel remained dazed, not saying a word to anyone.
Misha was very concerned. He slowed his pace to walk beside Samuel and whispered, “Samuel, whatās wrong?”
Samuel struggled to snap out of it. He looked at Misha and stammered for a long time before whispering, “I just saw it.”
Misha: “Saw what?”
Samuel: “There… there was a person. They just appeared out of nowhere.”
Misha: “Eh?”
He froze for a moment, realizing that must have been the High God.
In the God Race, there were those who excelled in magic and those who preferred swordsmanship. Teleportation was something a powerful mage could do, or it could be achieved through certain magical contracts.
Misha couldn’t do it himself, but the contract he used to summon the Four Great Demons as a Demon King was one set by the Divine Realm. For a magic-focused High God, teleportation was no big deal.
Samuel had likely seen a god appearing suddenly.
“She just appeared,” Samuel said with a complex expression. “She… she was…”
Misha: “Mages can do that too!”
Samuel: “…Itās not the same.”
Misha: “Not the same?”
Samuel: “She… she looked like…”
Misha: “Looked like?”
Samuel: “…A slightly shorter version of a divine statue.”
Misha: “Huh? What statue?”
Samuel: “…”
His voice grew smaller until it was barely audible. Misha had an ominous feeling. He felt that the Divine Realm might have sent a very strange person… and that he might actually know them.
Arlo suddenly stopped.
In the shadows under a tree not far away stood a figure wrapped in a cloak.
Misha thought that must be the god. He was terrified, his heart in his throat. No one spoke; Arlo remained silent. After a long moment, the person slowly stepped out of the shadows and stood before Arlo and Lance.
She was petite, not even reaching Lanceās chest. She raised her hands and slowly pulled back her hood.
Misha: “…”
Misha heard Samuel sigh.
Wait, why was it Genesis?!
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