Way of the Knights-Chapter 903: Paradise on the Hunt

Paradise Realm; The Highest Spire.

The Highest Spire could be said as the true headquarters of all operations in the Paradise Realm. This spire stretches as far as the eyes can see and it a symbol of glory and power for all Gods.

Even if you lived at the slums of the Paradise Realm, you’d still be able to see this spire.

The bottom floors of the Spire is where most of the experts of the God Race were situated. They chose the spire as the center of their operations and because of that, everything that their realm needs comes from here.

At the highest floor of the spire…a place that little to no God ever stepped in before, a small cottage surrounded by vast greenery could be seen.

This picture was like any other regular home, peaceful and serene. The sun was bright, the air is cool and carried the scent of flowers, there were small animals roaming around, basking under sun the without any care in the world.

In this small cottage, a person could be seen sitting in a rocking chair.

It’s an old man of the God Race. His looks were just like that of a kind old grandpa. He calmly enjoyed his peace and silence while humming a small tune with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the old man had a little furry visitor!

A small squirrel invaded his cottage and ran towards him, climbing on his rocking chair and onto his shoulders. The squirrel let out sounds right next to his ears which caused the old man to gently open his eyes.

“Hmm?” He looked over his shoulders and saw the little guy, his face wore a smile as he said: “I see, so we have visitors, huh? Alright, thanks for telling me little guy. Here, a small treat just for you.”

The old man handed a palm sized chestnut to the squirrel which it happily took while dashing away. The old man shook his head as he tentatively tried to stand up from his seat.

Crack!

“Aiyo! Ow! Ow!” The old man cursed, as he gently staggered.

He clutched his bent back quite comically while spitting out strings of curses while also catching himself in the process.

“…’get a rocking chair’ they said…’it’ll be good for your back’ they said. Bullshit! I swear, I’ll whack those sons of bitches when I see them again. How dare they lie to me! Hmph!”

The old man’s moon turned terrible because of this. He later then sighed and carefully walked outside of his cottage with the help of his cane.

Even the way he walked down the wooden steps were slow and methodical. He can’t help it, his back hurts. If he’s not careful, he might just actually dislocate his spine this time around.

Sighs

The old man released a relieved sigh upon sitting down on stool. This one had a soft cushion so it was merciful to his aching pelvis. This stool was also under a shade so it didn’t scald his ass with heat.

He then closed his eyes for a bit to rest.

In the next moment, a few movements occurred near him. Out of nowhere, two people appeared wearing farmer’s clothing and hats.

“Yo! Old man! We’re here to disturb you again! Haha!”

“…”

The old man released an exasperated sigh as he tiredly motioned them to sit down. Deep down in his heart, he couldn’t help but mutter the words;

‘I’m getting too old for this shit!’

“Kuh! As expected, this place is just the best! Hey, old man! Do you have some apples in there? Can I have some-ow!! Why did you hit me!?”

“You fucking brat! Try laying you crusty ass hands on my apples and I’ll fight you to death!” The old man threatened.

“Your Highness…I mean-fuck! Shit! Sorry!”

The old man and the raucous man stopped glaring at each other and looked at the third guy in disappointment.

“Ai, damn it! You ruined it!” The raucous man shook his head.

“Sigh, I was looking forward to it too…” the old man sounded so disappointed.

“W-well, I’m…I’m sorry, Your Highness…I-“

“Ahh, Grimm. Why are you such a bad actor? How many lessons do I have to give you before you learn? It’s his fault this time, Your Highness. I tried my best to teach him, believe me.”

As it turns out, these two visitors were General Grimm and Skroll – who, apparently, has to adopt a specific role in order to entertain this old man.

At this point, things should’ve been obvious…

Two of these very famous Gods had visited this old and even called him ‘Your Highness’.

That in itself should be enough to realize that this old man isn’t so simple after all.

The old man sighed once again. He tapped his cane once and all of a sudden, lights converged. In a blink of an eye, everything around them changed.

The little prairie turned into a grand open-aired hall with tons of decorations. The trees turned into pillars and the flowers turned into sets of dazzling jewelry collections.

The animals turned into their true form, soldiers that guarded the old man.

The little cottage was gone and the stool turned into a grand throne. The tables outside of the cottage turned into rows of study tables with bookshelves nearby.

Grimm and Skroll found themselves kneeling down in front of the throne, their farmer’s wear were replaced by their cold armors made out of special materials.

The old man changed too…

His true identity, is that of the sole God Emperor of his race. Now sitting in his rightful throne with a bored look on his face.

Skroll who’s right next to Grimm, whispered: “See what you did?”

“I already said I’m sorry…” Grimm wanted to cry.

“Alright, Skroll. Stop guilt-tripping the poor General. It’s not his fault that the situation was weird.” The God Emperor chuckled but it’s obvious that he’s still a little disappointed.

‘That sucks…I wanted to play some more.’ The God Emperor whispered to himself.

Being a sole Emperor of his race, the Old Man couldn’t help but feel bored. It’s lonely to at the top. There’s nothing to entertain him anymore.

He doesn’t have a spouse nor any children to play with because he’s too damn powerful and nobody could bear the weight of his seed. His reputation was too high which made it difficult for him to have friends.

The only way he can entertain himself is by warping reality and living in a world he built for himself. Unfortunately, his little activities are too weird and strange too. Not everyone could be on the same wavelength as him.

“Alright, you two. Speak, why are you here.”

Grimm cleared his throat and adopted a professional tone:

“Your Highness, we came here to report about a massive opportunity ahead of us.”

“Massive opportunity you say?” The old man was intrigued, “Tell me everything.”

Grimm looked at Skroll who understood his intentions and took the sign to speak:

“To fully grasp the context of this report, we shall tell you about our trip a couple of years ago…”

Skroll and Grimm them told the God Emperor about the story of their encounter with Finn – his peculiarities and what they deciphered from his memories.

They didn’t bother telling Finn’s past to the God Emperor. Frankly, nobody cares about his past, the only thing valuable about him was his memories about Divine Realm.

During the past few years that Finn spent inside the incubation, Skroll received a peculiar readings about his brain activity. In his curiosity, he discovered a rich land filled with overwhelming vitality in Finn’s memories.

This was around the time when he was recalling his past while under transformation.

The readings were unclear at first. Their machines were unable to completely decipher everything at one go but it did record everything.

Upon seeing this, Skroll invited Grimm to supervise and gauge how big this opportunity was. As it turns out, this was massive.

The data they recorded took many years completely decipher. Additionally, they needed Finn to subconsciously release his hold of them since he was holding back their progress.

In order to do this, Skroll took it to himself the mission to lure Finn’s heart away from his humanity and completely abandon his old life.

To this, Skroll didn’t hold back with his methods. He used trap after trap to break down Finn’s guard. He schemed against Finn. Not even once, did he actually cared about Finn.

Finn was disposable after all of this…and frankly, it didn’t take much to break him down.

It only took a couple seduction and few nights under the sheets in order to completely have Finn wrapped around his fingers and have him dance on top of his palms.

Before long, Finn no longer held them back. They managed to completely siphon his memories and decipher them completely.

They even had the rough estimation of where Divine Realm’s coordinates is…

Hearing all of this shocked the God Emperor for a moment. He was skeptical at first but when he saw the records they compiled for this report, all doubts were dispelled.

“You’ve done me great service, both of you.” He said, “Rest assured, you’ll be properly rewarded for this.”

“Men! Heed my orders! It’s time for Paradise to go on a hunt!”