Emisarry Of Time And Space Chapter 2: New World

EMISARRY OF TIME AND SPACE]*

*MATURITY LEVEL- 25 MINOR YEARS*

HOST HAS BEEN DEEMED MATURE ENOUGH

BEGINNING SEED ACTIVATION

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RETRIAL

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RETRIAL

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SYSTEM TROUBLESHOOTING....

HOST ORIGIN WORLD HAS BEEN DEEMED INCAPABLE OF SEED ACTIVATION

MANA QUANTITY LOW...

HOST’S SOUL SHALL BE TRANSFERRED TO A SUITABLE WORLD

PREPARING FOR TRANSFER...

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Matthew observed the vibrant blue panel that floated before him like a projected image, its luminous glow bathing the room in an otherworldly light.

’What is this, some kind of joke? If it is, how was it done?’

Matthew’s gaze sharpened. He had always taken pride in his rational and clear thinking, yet the possibility of this being genuine never crossed his mind. He promptly rose from his bed and moved to secure his room's door.

’I’m certain I locked the main entrance, or could it be Mom and Lara? No, that’s impossible, they don't have their personal keys.’

He was completely perplexed; the peculiar panel remained suspended in front of him, seemingly following his movements.

The circumstances surrounding this event did not feel like a prank, but he firmly refused to accept what he was witnessing as reality. Still, a nagging feeling at the back of his mind connected this strange phenomenon and his current predicament to the dream he’d had the previous night.

Meanwhile, on the panel, the countdown persisted.

56%...57%...58%

’It’s still counting. Should I just wait until it reaches 100%?’

He attempted to wave his hand at the panel, hoping to make it disappear, but his hand passed right through it.

’I suppose I have no choice but to wait. Tch, I feel like a sitting duck, just waiting to be slaughtered.’

97%...98%...99%...100%

100%.

Matthew gazed at the panel, now displaying a full 100%, anticipating something to occur, anything at all.

He had been standing there for nearly a minute, and yet nothing had happened, his patience wearing thin.

’Is that all?’

His eyes narrowed.

’No, something feels different. I can sense it.’

The atmosphere grew heavy and still, as if the entire world was holding its breath, fearing they might offend a higher power.

A strange premonition surfaced in his mind.

’This can’t be right, can it?’

He rushed to check his mobile device, staring at the screen for over a minute before finally noticing.

’Time has stopped.’

He found it difficult to believe.

However, he had no time to dwell on the implications of this new reality, as the event he had been impatiently waiting for had finally arrived.

Abruptly, everything dissolved into blackness.

Matthew found himself immersed in profound darkness, the kind that pulls at one’s awareness and naturally instills fear even in the most courageous souls. Yet, he felt an uncanny sense of comfort, as though he had arrived at his intended destination.

’What is this place? I feel both cold and warm simultaneously, yet so at ease. How is that even possible?’

The comforting familiarity of this new surroundings temporarily eased Matthew’s worries regarding his current predicament. He struggled against the overwhelming urge to fall asleep in this unknown territory, though he harbored a peculiar certainty that nothing could harm him here. Thus, he waited, and waited. He couldn't determine how much time had passed – perhaps a second, or maybe millennia. Time itself seemed distorted and unstable, or perhaps his mind could no longer perceive its flow. He couldn't tell. All he could do was wait and drift in this surreal environment.

It was then that he perceived it: a solitary beam of light piercing the darkness. The ray of light gradually expanded, as if dawn was breaking. Suddenly, he felt it – an irresistible pull drawing him toward the light. He attempted to resist this force, his body fighting to remain in the serene darkness, a world he had long since accepted despite its paradoxical nature. He didn't want to leave, yet the impulse felt impossible to ignore or overcome.

’Perhaps I’m finally going to heaven… *huuu*, if only I could stay a little longer.’

A thought at the back of his mind suggested he wasn't heading towards heaven. His memories of that peculiar panel only strengthened his suspicions, yet he couldn't bring himself to believe such a possibility was real.

As Matthew’s thoughts continued to race, a single phrase materialized in his mind, guiding his body forward towards ‘’THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL’’.

For the first time in an indeterminate period, he began to hear sounds.

’’Push, milady, it’s almost here!’’

’’Uarrrrrrghhhhh!!!!’’ A muffled cry followed.

He finally emerged from his dark sanctuary, greeted by the chilling air of his new environment. He detested this sensation. The stark contrast between the comforting darkness and this new world compelled him to do something he hadn’t done in a long time: he cried. He couldn’t suppress the urge to express his discomfort through a series of incoherent sounds, and then he heard the same voice again.

’’It’s a boy, milady, a boy!!’’

’’A boy? Bring him here, let me hold him.’’ A melodious voice responded, its tone weak and weary, clearly indicating the arduous birthing process.

Despite his lingering discomfort, a sense of curiosity to glimpse the owner of such a heavenly voice compelled him to pry his eyes open.

He opened his eyes, only to be met by a pair of golden orbs that gazed at him with profound warmth and joy. Despite the evident weariness in her eyes, he instinctively knew he shared a deep connection with this woman.

She possessed an ethereal beauty that immediately captivated anyone who beheld her. Her hair, a flowing cascade of golden strands, shimmered as if woven from sunlight, framing a face that radiated pure warmth and grace. Her bright golden eyes held a depth that seemed to contain whispers of a thousand untold stories.

Her features were perfectly sculpted, with high cheekbones accentuating her flawless complexion. A gentle curve graced her rosy lips, revealing a row of pearly white teeth that gleamed with an expression of pure joy.

In that instant, his urge to cry vanished completely, the discomfort he felt earlier utterly washed away by the peerless beauty of the woman before him.

’’It appears he is quite taken with your beauty, my lady. He’s stopped crying altogether; this is the first time I’ve witnessed such a reaction,’’ the doctor remarked, utterly bewildered by the child’s sudden cessation of tears.

’’Tanya, please wrap him in a blanket; he must be cold.’’ Even though the child’s tears had stopped, his mother did not fail to notice his underlying discomfort.

"Oh, my apologies, milady! I can’t believe I overlooked such a basic necessity." The doctor hastily wrapped the baby in a soft blanket, shielding him from the chill.

’’It’s quite alright, Tanya. You must have been taken aback by his unusual behavior. My son is undoubtedly special," the woman said with a smile, revealing her pearly white teeth.

Throughout this unfolding scene, Matthew refused to tear his gaze away from his mother. His mind teemed with questions regarding this entire situation and all that had transpired thus far. However, the woman’s smile possessed such a profoundly relaxing effect on his mind that he decided to entrust his worries to his future self and simply savor the moment.

Before long, mother and son were separated to allow them both the ample rest they desperately needed. Matthew slept soundly, as any baby would.

Meanwhile, in a fortress situated thousands of miles away, a significant meeting was underway.

Within a grand chamber, dominated by a single, opulent table stretching from one end to the other, the table itself was a masterpiece of meticulous craftsmanship, showcasing the design prowess of one of the world’s most imaginative artisans. Several luxurious art pieces adorned the room, further enhancing its splendor.

The chamber was intricately decorated, designed to accommodate nobles of the highest caliber, with exquisite tapestries adorning every wall. Five individuals were seated around the table, each dressed in attire so elegant it suggested a celebration of the most monumental event in history. Exuding an aura of formidable, battle-hardened warriors, a heated debate was unfolding among them.

A young woman, her face framed by blood-red hair that defied conventional beauty, possessed eyes the color of rubies that seemed capable of piercing one's very soul. Her figure was one that could ignite the deepest desires within any man. She was engaged in a fierce argument with a man whose golden hair similarly framed a face as breathtaking as hers.

’’I will not stand idly by and watch an entire race be annihilated due to the childish whims of an overgrown lizard!’’ the woman declared passionately.

’’Watch your tongue, woman. I will not tolerate such disrespect, especially not from someone I consider an equal. The ghouls have forfeited their right to exist as a race; they dared to oppose us, and thus, they must face the consequences of their defiance," the golden-haired man retorted, standing his ground.

’’What manner of consequence leads to extinction? You are taking this far too seriously. Enslavement would be a far more fitting punishment than outright murder," the woman argued immediately.

"If you ask me, your lineage merely wishes to maintain control over them. The ghouls themselves are pushing for extinction; they are a prideful species who would rather perish than submit. Yet, you seek to force them into servitude. If we were to go down the path of enslavement, who knows what abominations they might introduce into human society," the man refused to yield.

’’Your concerns are entirely unfounded. A slave contract would effectively prevent any treacherous thoughts from manifesting into reality," the woman scoffed.

’’Do not tell me you genuinely believe slave contracts are foolproof. I am certain you are aware of the inherent loopholes in drafting such agreements, or perhaps I need to remind you of the incident eight years ago?" the man sneered.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became heavy with an oppressive, blood-chilling killing intent. The red-haired woman appeared to be profoundly angered by the man’s insinuation.

Knock… knock… knock…

A sudden series of knocks echoed from the hall door.

Erevan Chronos, a silver-haired man whose handsomeness rivaled that of a statue sculpted by the gods, possessed a sharp jawline and deep silver eyes that seemed to recount tales of countless battles. An aura of unwavering seriousness surrounded him, an aura few could rival. He finally broke his silence to speak, having sensed the identity of the person outside the door.

’’Enter, Lyra," his voice boomed.