bookpower Chapter 227: Rigged From The Start(1/2)
Chapter 227: Rigged From The Start(1/2)
Chapter 227: Rigged From The Start(1/2)
Id like to hear it again. Everything. From the start, Sylver said, for the 6th time.
Aurick took a deep breath before he started telling Sylver the same story for the 6th time.
Sylver was carving a path into the stone ground, as he paced in a circle around Aurick, while the boy was sitting on a stone chair.
Auricks origins werent particularly interesting.
He was the son of a minor viscount, whole family was mysteriously slaughtered when he was 7 years old, stayed with his uncle until he turned 12, after which Aurick was kidnapped by Owl.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om
Owl explained to Aurick that he is the [Hero] destined to save Eira.
As far as calls to adventure and heroism went, it was pretty standard.
Very few [Hero]s that accepted the call had a happy beginning. The likely reason for this is simply that no one had heard about the would-be [Hero]s, because they kept the fact that they were a [Hero] to themselves and lived out the rest of their lives without anyone knowing about them.
Aurick spoke about his murdered family with a lot of feeling, even though this was the 6th time he was telling Sylver about them. Sylver didnt particularly care one way or the other, but he didnt interrupt Aurick and let the boy explain in great detail how his older sister had a treasured silk ribbon that she used to make her hair into a ponytail.
And how distraught Aurick was to find her hanging from the chandelier, with that very same treasured silk ribbon being used as a noose.
The reason Sylver didnt interrupt him or ask him to skip the part about how he spent a while trying to wake up his decapitated mother, was because Sylver was waiting for Aurick to slip up.
Sylver was also stalling, a bit, but for the most part, he just wanted to see Aurick get his facts wrong, at least once.
So far, the boy spoke with the kind of relaxed confidence of someone with absolutely nothing to hide, and due to his magic negating barrier, Sylver had no fucking idea if even a single word of what he said was true.
Sylver knew his name was Aurick.
That was the only thing he knew for certain.
That the child in front of him was named Aurick, and that 5 years ago, he had hired Sylver to summon a demon for him, to track down Anastasia.
More specifically, track down a person with Anastasias invulnerable bloodline.
That was the only concrete information Sylver had. The rest could be complete and utter bullshit, for all he knew.
Was the Sun Demon real?
Sylver couldnt say.
A demon who specialized in controlling the suns sounded right for a demon, in a very vague sense of the word right, but it also sounded like something a child would come up with.
In fact, everything Aurick said was simultaneously extremely plausible, and the kind of bullshit Sylver would have made up on the spot if he was being interrogated by someone.
His story sounded right.
If Lola was the one telling Sylver this, he wouldnt have doubted a single word out of her mouth.
Fuck it, if a homeless man covered in piss walked up to him and started explaining that theres a demon walking around Eira, waiting for the right time to pull the suns closer to Eiras surface, and spoke with Auricks confidence, Sylver would have believed him.
But the problem wasnt whether Sylver believed Aurick or not.
Because even if Aurick was being 100% honest, Sylver was still stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Or in this specific scenario, death by incineration, or a fate worse than death in every way imaginable.
If Sylver had to choose, hed go for the incineration.
Burning to death isnt particularly painless, or quick, but on the bright side, its a fairly clean death, as far as dying goes. Even if you shit yourself, no one will know, and all thats left will be very fine ash.
More importantly, Sylver knew how to deal with a demon.
He didnt have even one-hundredth of the power he needed to kill it, but he at least theoretically knew what steps to take to kill it or seal it away. Just because the chances of defeating it were astronomically low, didnt mean it was impossible.
The book on the other hand
Sylver didnt even know where to start.
Destroying it wasnt really on the table. The abyss magic Sylver was currently able to use wasnt proper abyss magic.
Sylvers abyss magic didnt delete anything from existence, not really, it simply broke down whatever he was attacking into such tiny pieces, that it was effectively impossible for it to be put back together.
If Sylver used his current tier of abyss magic on a 1-kilogram block of wood, and there wasnt any wind or disrupting movement, he would end up with exactly 1 kilogram of invisible to the eye dust.
He cant save the world without the book, since it has the instructions, he needs to get the next traits, so just letting him go while keeping the book is pointless
Come to think of it, why would there be a copy of the book I destroyed in the other realm? Unless the one I destroyed was the copy
A part of Sylver was tempted to flip a coin to get this over with.
He didnt have anyone he could consult about this, and even if he did, the choice was still ultimately his to make. He didnt have anyone he trusted to make this sort of decision for him.
Then again, what choice did Sylver have?
His options were to either give Aurick the book and hope for the best or dig a bit deeper, leave the boy underground, while Sylver did his best to destroy a book that cant be destroyed because Aurick is alive and invincible underground.
What made everything so much worse, was that Sylver would never have another chance like this. Auricks next move was to steal the emperors strength-granting trait, which meant that in a couple of days/weeks, Aurick wouldnt just be invincible, he would also be too powerful for anyone to trap him.
He would be unstoppable. He was unstoppable now, but at least he could be slowed down as he was. Once he got the emperors trait, no one but the High King would be able to stop him
Give Aurick the book, then immediately snitch to the High King?
Then what?
Hope the High King isnt actually working together with a demon that is planning on burning the whole realm down?
If I leave Aurick down here, and he escapes, and somehow snatches the book away from us Hell be my enemy, and Ill have a man that I cant kill, causing problems for me
If I give him the book and pretend to be on his side, he will leave me alone Or at least wont try to kill me
Is there anything he could say or do to prove to me that its just a coincidence that Sonsos book, and The Story Of The Seven Suns look identical?
I mean, if this was the real book, the one the Ibis dealt with, it would have already infected everyone in the Schlagen mountains.
Demons arent immune to it. All it would have to do is brainwash the whole realm until it found the demon.
Why limit itself to only 4 people?
Aurick had explained that he used the book for guidance, and as a way of changing Owls, Hounds, and Lions classes, and had been vague as to how he used it to steal Anastasias invulnerability trait.
The gist of it was the system could be tricked by rewriting a persons past. Owl and Bear were the same person, except Owl was the mage who originally kidnapped Aurick, whereas Bear was the mage who hired Sylver to summon a demon.
By blocking out certain segments of a persons past, one Class could be switched for another, as could Perks, and Skills.
The reason Sylver couldnt say if this was proof of the book not being The Story Of The Seven Suns, was because this sounded exactly like the sort of shit that book would have been capable of. The Class part Sylver wasnt too sure about, but rewriting memories was 100% something the book the Ibis had just barely managed to seal away was capable of.
Sylver continued pacing around the room while he considered everything Aurick had told him.
Their original plan had been to give Anastasia to the emperor. Then they would leave, and return for the birth of the child, as honored guests. Aurick would then steal the childs invulnerability, and strength and that would be that.
What happened instead, was that the emperor refused to negotiate with them, and tried to take the box containing Anastasia by force.
Luckily for them, somebody had already released the girl and sent her so far away that the emperor ended up being convinced she had never even been inside the mountain surrounding barrier to begin with.
So right now, Auricks plan consisted of waiting for the emperor to lose enough strength for Hound and Lion to pin him down so that Aurick could steal the emperors trait. Aurick had been extremely vague as to how this trait stealing thing worked, but it involved the book and killed whoever was getting their trait stolen.
The only exception to this was the girl inside the box, who was immune to all forms of damage.
At this point, Sylver almost wanted Aurick to magically escape, for someone to break in through the ceiling and save him because at least that way the choice would have been out of Sylvers hands.
But nothing so convenient happened.
No goddess sent Sylver a message that letting Aurick go was the only way to save the world. Sylver didnt get an epiphany that proved that Aurick was telling the truth. It was all up to him.
Sylver wanted to ask the boy if he knew who SVYATOGOR was, but it felt like a terrible idea. The only thing Sylvers gut reacted more negatively to, was the thought of going against Aurick.
Ill give Aurick the book back, ask him to keep his distance from me from this point on, and after I rescue Edmund and bring him to Arda, Ill talk to Poppy.
Sylver stopped walking around and stood directly in front of Aurick, and they just stared into each others eyes for a while.
Sylver waited.
And waited.
But Sylver couldnt think of anything better. He tried really hard to think of a better idea, but he had nothing.
He wondered if future Sylver would one day curse present Sylver for making this decision. But Sylver always cursed his past self for not knowing something that he couldnt have known at the time he made whatever stupid decision he made.
Sylver gestured with his hand towards Aurick, and the thick tendrils of [Necrotic Mutilation] slid off the boy.