Reincarnated to become a Demon Supreme-Chapter 35: Origin Of The Mystica
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Ta ta tatatata....
After getting the two hearts from the guardians fit perfectly within the slots, The rusty door’s mechanisms started to move. Making a sound that polluted the entire cave system.After a few seconds. The door started to open. Once fully opened. The touch on the side lit up.
Burnt a rope right above it. The rope lit what appeared to be liquid that streamed all around the area. Marcel watched as the place lit up and everything revealed itself from darkness. "You are not from this world" Suddenly an ancient present came barring down on Marcel. He had never felt such a pure show of strength with presence alone.
"Seniour forgive me if I have disturbed you from your slumber" As he spoke, his eyes were hitting wall to wall , trying to find the origin of the voice. "Don’t fret young one, I mean no harm to you, You are the first to unlock this archive in thousands of years. Surely fate has brought you here for a reason"
Marcel felt relieved when he heard that the disembodied voice had no ill will towards him. " You can stop looking now" Wind picked up, though the cave had no ventilation, It ruffled up the dust in the cave, making it hard to see. Just as Marcel was trying to understand what the sudden event was about, the dust started to converge to one point. To his shock a body started to materialise, But instead of the dolarian, It looked more like a lizard with two legs and glasses on.
The being was wearing a robe with a huge tree right on the back. The tree didn’t appear any interesting but Marcel found himself oddly attracted to it. Upon seeing this it had an amused look on its face. "I’m Mazeroth, keeper of knowledge from sector B. That door you see behind you is a multi-dimensional portal. Capable of connecting to various door ways in the Dimensions of Sector B. Alas for some unknown reason the door hasn’t been active for thousands of years.
Though I find it odd that you, a being resonating on a different dimensional frequency are able to interact with this one. Care to explain?"
Marcel raised his eyebrow, confused by the question Mareroth presented him. "Wait, aren’t you supposed to be a keeper of knowledge? Such a big claim for someone who is clearly ignorant." Mazeroth’s face suddenly got sturdy, a scholar-like atmosphere emerged from him
"Child, My connection with the tree of knowledge has been severed for some unknown reason. I have little patience for play, You are to inform me at once, what strange phenomenon has caused you to be like this...and you will tell me now"
The friendly appearance Mazeroth presented replaced with a dull, apathetic expression. Marcel felt his body get colder, His heart racing quicker and blood boil. "You... You are using an Element based Mystica!!".. The moment Marcel said those words the pressure suddenly went down, and His body went back to how it was.
"You, what did you... H.. How do you know about Mystica?" Mazeroth trying to make sense of what he just heard. To him, the Mystica is power only a select few could get, and you need to be a member of the Vine of Wisdom for at least a thousand years.
Before then you needed to compile all the knowledge related to your genes, your talent and what your possible Mystica could be. Doing this would allow the user to be past level 500 from the day of awakening.
These arts were kept secret by the Vine of Wisdom. The Vine was thought to come from the tree of knowledge before it fully formed. As a result it turned into chaotic energy without a body, Identity or place to be. But a wise Man found this energy far deep within a cave. At first he thought night was packed away in the cave. But upon closer look.
He saw that this was pure energy but a conscious pure energy. He visited it each day, trying to chat with it and see if it will respond. For months he did this, but nothing happened. Then the man’s family died in a tragic accident leaving him feeling lonely. His daughter who already left the family as soon as she grew up asked him to come and live with her.
The man went to the cave for one last time so say his fare well. With him he bright a vine plant. "We all need a place to live, people to love and moments to remember, look at this vine plant. It finds life through holding on to others to find light to live, In exchange the tree has found a life long partner. I hope this brings you some light in your life and become a life time partner"
As the man was speaking, the starry cave suddenly attacked itself to the vine plant. Which caused it to grow at an alarming rate. The wise old man was surprised at this event. He walked over to the giant vine plant and turned to the tree and gave it a light touch. The moment his body touched the plant. He felt something happen within him.
His DNA changed and that day, The first Mystica was born.
"I.. I was suddenly ..." Marcel explained to him how he got it by connecting to another dimension, he proceeded to inform him about jumpers and how they could travel through dimensions ... The more Mazeroth heard about it. His face turned pale by the second, he felt like his world had turned upside down.
"Child I apologise for being the one to tell you this but the multidimensional as you know it is doomed. I may not know what has happened to the vine of wisdom, but I’m guessing it is not good if anyone could gain access to Mystica. It is as though, there are forces in the background playing a dangerous game"
