372 Cradle (2/2)

What was this world in the first place? What was this strange phantom that attempted to chase me all the way to my own island after I escaped the cultivation town? Was those guardians that this foreign system mentioned the same protectors that this damned visitor from the higher graded sect spoke about when he thought I wouldn't be able to escape from his clutches all the way back when I went to scavenge the city?

”Let's say that I want to fully understand your viewpoint on the matter, instead of just skimming over it. Even if I know something about this stuff, there is a high chance that our knowledge differs.”

While I still didn't feel any sort of killing intent nor saw any suspicious signs of trap springing up on me, I didn't want to appear completely clueless. For now, it appeared as this system treated me as an equal, so it was in my best interest to keep that impression!

”Okay then. To keep this short, this entire world is separated into various areas, where the way of using free energy greatly differs. This entire area on which border we currently are aims to use the mana to strengthen our bodies, hence the God governing it picked a doctor as his hero, probably hoping that my host's knowledge would allow him to improve the perception of magic in this area. As for the guardians, they are the forces either chosen by the God or picked amongst the greatest powerhouses of the entire area, tasked with guarding the borders of those areas.”

I think that means I was right about those phantoms! Maybe they chased after me because I teleported right to the border of the area that this system just mentioned, or maybe they were irked by my use of magic outside of cultivation, but that means I was already on the radar of the most powerful entities in this world!

Way to go, panic mode!

”What is the point of those guardians? Are they preparing for a war of sorts with how strictly they are guarding the secrets of one area against being spilt to the other one?”

That was the point that got me thinking the most. If the aim of God was to make new powerful heroes for any reason that it could have, what would make him limit all his chosen ones to just one form of energy usage?

”And that's where we are reaching the point where I can answer your previous question. My master knew that the guardians were coming after him since he managed to discover a new way to use the mana that deviated from the path of this land. He created this entire place in order to find a suitable successor, to which his consciousness would be implanted through the ritual… But he didn't account for one thing. Not even a single descendant of the people he brough to this place was strong enough to survive the merging process.”

At this point, I noticed that far in the distance of the hall, huge amounts of energy were slowly creeping out from their natural flow, amassing in some form of formation. Wary of the possibility of the attack, I would love to escape this place right away, but I was just about to reach the crux of the matter that haunted me ever since I transmigrated to this place!

”As time passed, a weaker and weaker specimen was brought for the ritual, ultimately leading for only a single part of my host consciousness remaining to this day. But seeing how you managed to overcome the ritual, there is no way for me to actually force you to merge with it. Hence, I can only ask you to cultivate a strong body amongst the folk that remains in this place, so that my master could be revived in the future.”

With more and more of the energy forming in the distance, it was a wonder that this system expected me to not notice it. But I still had one last question that I had to get the answer for, before bailing out of this place!

”What is this world then? Are they preparing for the war? You didn't answer that question!”

Seeing how my body tensed up, the golem shrugged its arms, most likely taking my tension to be the effect of the scale of the question and the implications behind its potential answers.