Chapter 747: Contact, The Conversation with the Visayan Goddess of the Sea and the Underworld (1/2)

Day 155 - 1:05 AM - Royal Chamber, Castle, Tamawo Ancestral Tribe, Municipality of Badian, Province of Cebu

The artifact called the [Mark of the King] flew towards Pefile.

An item that was moving on its own, it was akin to paranormal experiences involving poltergeists. Furthermore, a supposedly static object shot towards Pefile the moment they entered at fast speeds. One would usually think that it was something dangerous.

However, no matter how fast it was, none of them felt danger.

Instead, it gave the feeling of excitement. It was like the artifact was a dog that was waiting for its master to return. Or a child that saw their parents after a long time of separation.

That was why even though the artifact shot towards Pefile at a dangerous speed, none of them felt any kind of danger. It was most likely that it would stop even before it hit Pefile.

But then, as the artifact reached a close distance to Pefile, it was suddenly flung even faster towards the opposite side of the chamber. The [Mark of the King] bounced on the floor several times and on the wall once. Then, finally, it came to a stop.

”He swatted it.”

”Yep, he swatted it.”

Fourth and Mark respectively spoke as they saw the scene in front of him.

It was the scene of Pefile with his outstretched right arm after he swatted the artifact away like a disgusting bug.

Even Nineteenth was also speechless at the sudden unexpected scene in front of her.

It was a hilarious scene. And to say, the two Eyes actually felt satisfied seeing an artifact left by a foreign god to be blatantly rejected by a creature created by the same god.

Nonetheless, after the [Mark of the King] was flung away, it did not remain on the ground. It immediately floated. This time, however, it did not try to approach Pefile. Instead, it faced Pefile like a confused person.

”Is this an item that gained sentience?”

Mark could not help but ask. At first, when Pefile said that it could choose a king, he thought that it only followed certain conditions. Now, however, he was sure that he was mistaken. For an item to behave like this, it should be either being controlled or had gained sentience.

The artifact being sentient did not surprise Mark, however. It was not the first item he saw that had an ego. The first one was the [PsyCrystal], although its ego was next to nonexistent, and the second was [Ignis], which even formed its own spirit.

Something created by a god had more chance of being sentient in the first place.

”It did not gain sentience.” Nineteenth replied to Mark's question. ”Instead, its creator left her will, forming an artificial spirit inside the artifact. This spirit on its own should not be able to form its own ego. Instead, it is only capable of forming the connection between the artifact and its creator.”

”Am I correct?” Nineteenth added, suddenly facing the floating artifact. ”Do not try to pretend. I know you are already listening.”

At Nineteenth's words, the artifact that focused only on Pefile turned to her.

And there, the room suddenly bloomed with bright light. Strangely, however, the bright light was not blinding.

Mark stared in the direction of the artifact, feeling weird. After all, it was strange to be able to stare at a bright light without hurting your eyes and feeling blinded. In fact, there was a tinge of darkness from that supposedly blinding light.

Then, a surge of energy enveloped the whole chamber as the bright light slowly vanished. It was accompanied by the sudden appearance of a figure appearing out of thin air.

It was a gorgeous woman wearing a bluish-white gown. The gown had a gradient color which turned darker as it went down to the ground. While the color of the upper part of the gown felt serene, the part that touched the ground felt ominous.

The woman was also wearing a similar gradient-colored semi-transparent veil on her face. Her head had an exquisite calcite crystal crown adorned by both white and black pearls. She also had a necklace, armbands, earrings, and bracelets, all decorated with opals and pearls.

It was an appearance different from what Mark had from illustrations. Nonetheless, without a doubt, the godly aura around the woman introduced who she was.

Magwayen, the Visayan Goddess of the Sea and the Underworld.

Nonetheless, Mark could not help but frown. Not only him but both Fourth and Nineteenth had the same expression.

It was because, despite the godly aura that enveloped the place, the woman in front of them was not the real thing.

It was nothing but a projection. And avatar that served as a means of communication created by the goddess.

”I never thought that for the first time, my blessing was rejected by the newly chosen king of Tamawos.”

The projection of Magwayen stared at Pefile, who was now having a hard time breathing. Although she looked calm, she was not controlling the pressure exuded from her avatar, making anyone weak enough to feel suffocated.

It was very likely that she was angry by what Pefile did. It sure was disrespectful to swat an artifact bestowed by her like a disgusting bug, after all.

Nonetheless, Pefile was a Tamawo. A descendant of her creation and the newly chosen king. There was no way that she would make it too hard for him. The kind goddess retracted the pressure around Pefile, allowing him to breathe. However, it was clear that Pefile was severely impacted by her godly aura. He staggered backward and only managed to stand after he leaned his back on the wall.

Magwayen then turned to the other three. There was no sign of fear or contempt in her eyes as she stared at the Eyes and a Demon. All there was present was calmness.

”The two protectors of Earth and a Demon, no, a potential God. What an unexpected combination, not to mention a potential Demon God originating from a supposedly magicless world.” Magwayen serenely sized the group. ”Is it now time for the Tamawo's existence to cease? It would be a pity, but it could not be helped if they were already found.”

”You seem unfazed by us. How strange.”

Nineteenth spoke with a frown. Usually, foreign gods would show a variety of expressions and emotions after they were faced by the Eyes.