I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 71: Feldway’s Ominous Preparations

In a secluded dimension,

Beyond the boundaries of the Cardinal World,

The Heavenly Palace floated

Amidst a sea of golden clouds,

Bathed in an illusory light

That seemed both majestic and foreboding.

The palace, once a sacred stronghold,

Now reeked of corruption

And foul schemes.

Its once divine splendor

Now masked the sinister conspiracies

Being woven within.

The pristine marble corridors

Were now adorned with angelic sigils,

But their once holy radiance

Had been twisted

By Feldway's malevolent aura.

In the heart of the palace,

The mastermind behind this growing calamity,

Feldway, the Archangel of the End,

Stood before a massive astral map

Projected in the air,

Its swirling golden light

Displaying the Cardinal World

In intricate detail.

With his hands behind his back,

He gazed at the three glowing orbs

That marked the True Dragons—

Velzard, Veldora, and Velgrynd.

His eyes narrowed

As his lips curled into a sinister grin.

Feldway's crimson robes

Flowed softly as he moved,

His long golden hair

Billowing slightly from the ethereal winds

That swept through the palace halls.

His expression was serene,

But his gaze was cold—

Calculated.

Ruthless.

He raised a hand,

And with a gesture,

The three orbs on the map pulsed brighter.

"The Dragon Factors..."

He whispered,

His voice low and venomous,

Carrying a grim finality.

"Once I claim them,

Veldanava will return.

And this world will be purified

By his divine flame."

His eyes glimmered with resolve,

As if the very fate of existence

Would bend to his will.

In another part of the Heavenly Dimension,

Beyond Feldway's domain,

A dark and twisted realm

Of writhing, chitinous creatures

Lay hidden in the depths.

There, seated upon a massive throne of bone and carapace,

Was Zelanus,

The Insectar King.

Zelanus was not Feldway's subordinate,

Nor was he part of the celestial order.

Instead,

He was the ruler of the Insectars,

A monstrous and cunning overlord

Whose allegiance lay only with himself.

His obsidian-black armor

Glistened with an oily sheen,

And his scarlet compound eyes

Gleamed with malicious intelligence.

Atop his head,

Vibrant golden horns

Twisted menacingly upward,

While his six clawed arms

Rested casually on the bone-carved armrests.

The Insectar King

Had his own ambitions,

And while he tolerated Feldway's existence,

He had no intention

Of being anyone's pawn.

As he gazed upon a holographic projection

Of the Cardinal World,

Zelanus' eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction.

"Hmm...

So, Feldway plans to revive Veldanava...

How utterly foolish."

His voice was a deep, distorted hiss,

Layered with a droning undertone,

As though thousands of insects

Were whispering alongside him.

He let out a harsh, buzzing chuckle,

Knowing that while Feldway schemed,

He, too, would move in the shadows,

Carving his own path.

Meanwhile,

In the Cardinal World,

Dino, one of the Ten Great Demon Lords,

Lazily lounged beneath a shaded tree,

Staring at the bright, cloudless sky,

His hands resting behind his head.

To everyone around him,

Dino appeared to be the usual slacker,

A man devoid of ambition

And driven only by laziness.

But in truth,

Dino was Feldway's agent,

Planted among the Demon Lords,

Quietly gathering intelligence

And awaiting the moment to strike.

He yawned dramatically,

Faking his nonchalant demeanor,

But his mind was sharp,

Alert and focused.

As Dino stared at the sky,

A dark, resonant voice

Rang through his mind,

Reverberating with sinister authority.

"Dino...

How long do you plan to play the fool?"

Feldway's voice was calm,

But his tone carried a cold finality.

Dino's eyelids lowered slightly,

And he suppressed the urge

To roll his eyes.

"Haaah... What do you mean, boss?

I'm totally dedicated to this whole lazy lifestyle,

You know?"

His voice was mockingly playful,

But there was a sharpness hidden beneath.

Feldway's voice grew darker,

His tone unforgiving.

"Enough with your games.

You know your task.

Stay close to Rimuru and Yuuya.

When the time comes,

You will act."

Dino's eyes briefly narrowed,

His expression becoming briefly serious,

Before quickly slipping back

Into his carefree mask.

"Yeah, yeah...

I'll keep an eye on them.

No problem."

He muttered lazily,

Stretching his arms

And feigning a massive yawn.

The communication link severed,

And Dino smirked slightly,

His lazy façade perfectly intact,

While the others around him

Remained completely unaware

Of the deadly serpent

Slumbering in their midst.

Back in the Eastern Empire,

In the grand Imperial Palace,

Emperor Rudra sat upon his golden throne,

His eyes vacant,

Staring into the distance.

But behind those glassy eyes,

Another presence stirred.

Michael,

The Archangel of Domination,

Rudra's own Ultimate Skill,

Was slowly devouring him.

Bit by bit,

Rudra's mind and will

Were being eroded,

And Michael

Was gaining greater control.

In the darkened throne room,

Rudra's body sat still,

But his eyes glimmered with gold,

And his voice was no longer his own.

"Feldway...

The empire is nearly yours."

Michael's voice was a cold monotone,

Emotionless and divine,

His words ringing

Through thought communication.

Feldway's voice responded,

Cold and confident.

"Soon,

Rudra will be completely mine.

And through him,

The Eastern Empire will march

In my name."

Michael's voice was calm, emotionless,

But with a divine cruelty beneath it.

"And when Veldanava returns...

All who oppose him will be purged."

Even as I was enjoying my vacation

With Velzard and Luminous,

And Tempest's reputation grew,

In the shadows,

Feldway's forces were making their moves.

Michael's influence over Rudra was nearing completion,

Dino remained hidden in plain sight,

And Zelanus, the Insectar King,

Plotted his own path to dominance,

Knowing he would not bow to Feldway's whims.

The plot to steal the Dragon Factors

Was nearing its completion,

And the threat of Veldanava's resurrection

Loomed closer than ever.

In a moment,

A dark rift split the air

Within Zelanus' hive dimension,

And from it emerged

Feldway,

His golden robes billowing

With celestial majesty.

The ethereal light

Of the rift faded

As Feldway stepped into the gloom,

His golden eyes meeting Zelanus' scarlet gaze.

The Insectar King

Did not rise from his throne.

He simply stared,

Unmoved,

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Unintimidated.

For while Feldway was a divine being,

Zelanus was not beneath him.

He was a conqueror of dimensions,

A king of annihilation.

The two regarded one another,

Neither bowing,

Neither yielding.

"You're late,"

Zelanus hissed,

His voice a deep, buzzing rasp,

Layered with the voices

Of a thousand chittering drones,

As though the entire hive spoke through him.

Feldway's expression remained cold,

But he gave a slight nod,

Ignoring the thinly veiled contempt.

"Preparations take time,"

Feldway replied evenly,

His voice smooth but laced with steel,

As though speaking to a necessary evil.

Zelanus' mandibles curled into a wicked grin,

His massive, clawed fingers

Tapping against the bone armrest

Of his monstrous throne.

"Hmph...

You waste time chasing your dead god,"

Zelanus sneered.

"While I...

I shall claim the Cardinal World itself

As my domain."

Feldway's eyes narrowed slightly,

But he showed no signs of displeasure.

After all,

This partnership was one of convenience,

Not loyalty.

"Our goals align,

For now,"

Feldway said calmly,

His golden eyes flashing with calculated indifference.

"You may have your world,

If you help me revive Veldanava."

Zelanus' eyes gleamed,

Amused by Feldway's calm arrogance.

The Insectar King

Leaned forward slightly,

The weight of his monstrous frame

Making the ground tremble.

"You think

I'll settle for just the Cardinal World?"

He rumbled darkly,

His voice layered with a sinister echo,

Chilling the very dimension around him.

"No, Feldway...

The Cardinal World will be my nest.

My people—

My Insectars—

Will breed and swarm,

And from there,

We will devour the neighboring dimensions

One by one."

His mandibles clattered hungrily,

The thought of conquering entire realities

Filling him with a twisted ecstasy.

"When your god returns,"

Zelanus sneered,

"He will find nothing but ruin."

Feldway's expression

Did not waver.

He did not flinch

At the Insectar King's declaration,

Nor did he show any hint

Of concern.

Instead,

He simply stared into Zelanus' glowing eyes,

His voice calm and cold.

"Do as you please.

So long as the Dragon Factors are secured,

And Veldanava is restored,

Your infestation is of no consequence to me."

The two beings stared at each other,

Their words void of sentiment,

A mutual recognition

That this alliance was bound

Only by their temporary goals.

Zelanus chuckled darkly,

Knowing full well that when the time came,

He would strike down Feldway

If the opportunity presented itself.

And Feldway knew it too.

But he did not care.

For his only goal

Was Veldanava's return.

As Feldway vanished,

The rift closing behind him,

Zelanus remained seated,

His crimson eyes narrowing

As he gazed upon a projected image

Of the Cardinal World.

The holographic projection

Showed Tempest,

The seat of growing power

And influence.

Zelanus' lips curled into a wicked grin,

His voice a low, droning whisper.

"Soon...

I will lay my swarm upon you,

And your people will know despair.

The Cardinal World will be

My hive."

The millions of Insectars

Buzzed in a crescendo of excitement,

Their mandibles clattering,

Their wings vibrating with bloodlust,

As their king's declaration

Echoed through the dark hive.

And across the dimensions,

The gears of destruction

Were already in motion.

Feldway's plans for Veldanava's resurrection

And Zelanus' ambition

To consume the Cardinal World

Were one step closer to reality.