58 Hidden Conflicts (2/2)

When I come to, I was sitting on a chair across the small table from Terra.

She is drinking tea from a small cup – like a little girl having tea session with her doll.

In fact, the damn chair is really small.

”Alright, you have made your point, big sister. I am just a big fish in a really, really small pond.”

I look at the tiny tea cup in front of me. After a light shrug, I pick up the cup and take a sip.

After getting reduce to bloody mist, I really need to relax myself.

I could also feel my power is no longer being sealed or supressed.

She did keep her word, so I suppose she isn't really an enemy, at least not at the moment.

I wouldn't want to fight the final boss in my first step into the multiverse. I need to grind down mobs, get some levels and experiences then challenging the mini-bosses and normal bosses.

Getting right to the final boss is a complete suicide.

”I see Deus' little side project has gotten far. It can mimic magic on the basic level. Maybe in the future, it will be branded as Digital Magic.”

Terra speaks up after she blows the steams from her cup.

I didn't fully understand what she has just said.

And I didn't really care at the moment as I continue to enjoy my tea.

Without really asking her, I did learn that Deus is the Master of Order, her opposite. He was born from the digital space.

It is strange that the Order wasn't born at the same time as the rest of the Aspects.

And like Time and Space, Order is also born from Chaos. It appears everything is born from Chaos.

That makes Terra the eldest of all of the Aspects.

In the real beginning, there is only Chaos. Everything else comes after. Since Time is really high in the hierarchy of things that appears, I suppose I am somewhat of a senior to other Aspects.

But in term of power, I am probably the weakest on the account of me being killed before.

”We Aspect cannot be killed. For us to die, the entire existences will unravelled. If they truly kill you, and I am just speaking hypothetically, Time would cease to exist. The entire multiverse will come to a standstill.”

Terra points out and refills her cup. She offers me refills, which I accepts.

”Who are they, exactly?”

I question. For them to be able to kill the old me – which should be on the same level as Terra – it isn't a small feat.

”Champions or Spawns of the Primordial.”

Terra states simply.

”We, Aspects and the Primordial have a mutual understanding. An verbal agreement if you preferred. To prevent the destruction of the multiverse and all that is within, we and they do not stand in each other's way. However, the agreement only extends to us Aspects and Primordial. It does not include their creations just like it does not include our creation.”

Terra places her cup down.

”Children can never surpasses their creators. I do not think they could have killed you even with their combined power, little brother. One of the Primordial must have helped them. Unlike us, they do not see eye to eye with each other, so it is natural for one to step out of line. We don't need to do anything about it. The Primordial punishes their own, just as we do as well.”

”Is that so?”

That is all I can come up with. All of this is way beyond me. But it is good to know I was the top dog. I will be again, hopefully. Although, I am curious of how I was killed the last time around.

”If you want to know what happened, little brother, you will have to find out yourself. I am not here to clean up the messes you have created. Even if you died, you should retained your memory of what happened. Since you did not, you voluntarily cast away your memory. Why you did that, I do not know, and I don't want to know. If you do, go find all the fragments of your memory. They are scatter across time and space.”

”I did it voluntarily? Now, that is something interesting, big sister. Whatever happened, regardless of what, I wouldn't forget anything.”

Terra smiles.

”Even reborn, you are exactly the same person. Chaos makes a person. Only through Chaos, a person can grow.”

I nearly spray out my tea when she said that. It seems that there is some truths about her really being my elder sister. To think her teaching ingrains into me after I have lost my memory.

Terra giggles and re-enjoys her tea time. She looks extremely cute as she holds the cup in both hands and blows the steam from the top.

”As for why I am here. This world is falling into Chaos. If it is natural, I wouldn't pay any attention, but someone thought it is a great idea to introduce magic into a reality that based on science. I could have corrected it myself, but I suppose you will do that. Isn't that why you are here?”

I nod. It isn't exactly why I am here, but if I can fix it, sure why the hell not.

”Then I will leave it to you, little brother. I must be going now. Having two Aspects in the same space and time is extremely dangerous. The others might take it wrong.”

Terra stands up and pats herself. She is about as tall as me sitting down. And for some reason, I want to pick her up and give her an embrace.

I miss Antigone. It has been a couple of days since I have seen my beautiful daughter. She is being care for by some of the people I trusted the most.

”A warning, little brother. Relearn magic and cultivate your soul as soon as possible. As you are right now, while exceeding powerful in many realities such as this one, you are extremely weak compares to the higher ones. Like you have said, you are a big fish in a very, very small pond. Wouldn't you like to be an ocean instead?”

Terra pauses and gives me a smile.

”Even if you do not find troubles, trouble will inevitably find you, little brother. They are attracted to our power, like moths to a flame. Also, say hi to Time for me.”

With that, Terra vanishes. One second she was there, the next she was not.

”Who is Time?”

I question before taking another sip from my cup.

Time resumes once more as I did.

And when the men returns from their mission, they are stunned at seeing me sitting in a small plastic chair, drinking from a tiny-ass cup.

”Don't mind me. I am just enjoying my tea-time.”