Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1407: At Peace



[Your Broader Existence is empowered by 750,000%]

[Your Null Life Essence reserves have been increased by 10,000,000,000%]

[You currently possess the same reserves as those of an Authority of the Null Verse]

[Your soul is temporarily shielded from the effects of Doom Factor 2]

And indeed, Skullius felt well-protected and capable of defending himself against opponents he would have otherwise found threatening. He felt so relaxed that if even an ounce of his consciousness slipped, he would give in and sleep.

The memory he had just received flew to the back of his mind, but it remained profound and vivid to some part of his being.

The overflowing Null Life Essence from his body had turned into something far beyond a mere body.

'I could...I could get used to this...' Skullius thought.

He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. Suddenly, the agency he had felt vanished. He would have melted into greater forms of relaxation if Eternity's Weaver hadn't flown through his blazing body to reach his soul which was basking in the immense comfort.

"My liege..."

"My liege."

Two Apostles spoke at the same time.

Beyrmir was with this master as well, but as the Hybrid Warmoth body had changed form, he had been forced to change along with it.

Additionally, it wasn't only Skullius who received a boon from being in the Null Verse.

Someone else was going to end up telling him this, but the Apostles of a bearer were different from those of a Nullmancer born and bred in the Null Verse. They were wreathed in power as they entered the Null Verse. The whole reality was welcoming them, accepting them.

Thus, Eternity's Weaver, Araeyn and Beyrmir were overflowing with power. They were storms of energy with physical forms barely visible at the centre.

"My liege..." said Weaver gently. He and Beyrmir were suddenly in a contest to see who would appeal to their master better. It was clear that their master didn't have the luxury of relaxing for long, not with the fate of Aigas bleak, as well as his own with Doom Factor 2.

Eternity's Weaver gave Beyrmir a strong gaze. He seemed to expel intent through his eyes, telling Beyrmir all he needed to say succinctly. Beyrmir hesitated at first, but then he relented. "Go ahead," he said.

"I thank you, senior," said Weaver, who proceeded to swim through Skullius' vast, empowered body to reach his soul. Its small, misshapen figure was cuddling with bands of frightening power that went beyond his impressive reserves of Null Life Essence.

"My liege, take a look at that," said Weaver as he pointed below them. They were still very, very high up, such that the blanket of reality called the Null Verse was mapped up endless in miniature, gleaming shapes.

"Hmmm?" hummed Skullius softly. He could hardly hear Weaver.

Serenity descended and joined the two.

"Look down, my liege," said Weaver. "Look how the Null Verse is divided. It's beautiful. My predecessors were masterful experts. See how they divided this reality in four. There, in the north, you can see a flame of Cool Billows roaring, carving a faint arc that acts as a warning for trespassers. It's a living, sentient flame, my liege, the hottest you could ever know. Hotter than Clear Fire."

"Is... is that right? It's ... pretty..." said Skullius. His senses were barely taking in the look of the world around.

"Look there, in the east, my liege. Among monsters that are hardest to kill, and so old they are only second to the Nulliergraphers, the Meandering Ribbon Hive. It migrates from the North- Eastern Harbour to the South-Eastern Plasdmic Peninsula, but its body is always bordering the territory of the East nevertheless."

Sure enough, such a creature, the Meandering Ribbon Hive could just barely be detected. It must have been ludicrously colossal for its body to look bigger than the stars closest to Skullius from here. As the name suggested, it was akin to a ribbon. At least, the trillions of creatures that made it up made it look like a lime green ribbon with dots of sparkling light. "Woah... I wonder... I wonder......" Skullius struggled to speak. "I wonder if I could have Kintar transform into something like that. That would make her... even more powerful."

Serenity couldn't help but smile. She had never seen Skullius like this. Granted, it wasn't a bad thing by any means and she expected it - heck, even hoped for it - once Skullius reached the Null Verse for the first time, but it was still strange. His soul was delicate and young even though he was supposed to be more than a thousand years old.

She knew his whole story, and could help but feel pity. Skullius' soul yearned for this comfort, but this kind was not to be relished in for too long. It wasn't the comfort he needed.

Araeyn, on the other hand, hadn't considered his master one bit since coming here. His attention was stolen by the look of the Null Verse.

His thoughts were further derailed when Weaver mentioned the East.

The Apostle's dark eyes honed in on the great portion of the Null Verse that received that cardinal designation.

Araeyn was related to creatures of the Null Verse that inherited the East as Authorities. Indeed, he had been related to the Null Devil King, Caxellac, who had overextended his term by several million years.

Araeyn remembered how he had nearly obtained the Dominion that came with Caxellac's position. Caxellac had left the Null Verse, leaving a vacuum after all.

(A/N: Refer to Ch.803&805.)

But the Apostle could only eye it for now.

He couldn't rebel against Skullius and go on his own adventure to try and claim that

Dominion.

His name, ARAEYN DERAGINN EXONN was branded on his chest with an artefact that ensured that, for now, he would remain a mere Apostle. Nothing more.

It still irked him though. Araeyn knew all these things because, like Red Rage, he too got

flashes from the Null Verse. He got bits of important information. And that said...

He gave Weaver a sharp look. The new Apostle was acting like a million-year-old guide, explaining every facet of the North, East, West, and South.

How could he possibly know that?

Even Serenity wondered mildly about it.

She assumed it had much to do with the reason why Weaver had seemingly brought himself into existence before Skullius could choose what kind of race he held.

'Fascinating,' Serenity thought. Her treasure was a marvel well beyond her own reasoning.