Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 495: Warren of Infinite Glass

Chapter 495 – Warren Infinite Glass

Garos sat at the top of a mountain hill made entirely of glass — translucent, coursing with blue veins like thousands of restless snakes moving endlessly up and down.

His massive, muscled frame against that backdrop was a sight to behold. He looked like one of the Kings of Old taking his rest in a peaceful abode...if one decided to judge purely on appearances.

The grief of his father’s death hadn’t disappeared. Not yet.

His chest still burned, as if something had cracked it open and dropped a fist of molten lava inside at the loss of his father.

The anguish was real, and one could see it in the sudden darkness that had settled over his red eyes like a hood.

But by now, the Warborn Patriarch had calmed considerably, entering a new phase of grief: Acceptance.

He sighed, releasing a thick plume of steam, and cast his eyes around him, wondering briefly where in hell Space had brought him.

Glass dunes rose and fell continuously in every direction. A subtle pressure hung over everything, and a scent like the sea had seeped into the air.

There was no sound. Nothing but his own heartbeat, growing louder and louder in that wrong silence.

The place felt like a dream shaped into reality to please a goddess.

As far as his eyes and perception could reach, Garos saw only glass, and an unfamiliar number and variety of beasts moving across it.

Too surreal to be real. And yet it was.

’And dangerous, too, Garos.’ His Origin Weapon, Aeron, spoke inside his head, voice old and cold. ’Where have you gone?’

"I would like to know myself, old friend." Garos whispered, smiling wryly, fully aware of the enormous mistake he had made on pure impulse.

The most unsettling part was that he was actively hiding his presence, unwilling to let himself be noticed by the strange glass-made creatures dwelling beneath the earth, and through the translucent forest and sea situated to the west and south.

He had felt their power, and had the horror of noticing that every last one of them — without exception — held the power level of at least Epithet rank.

His rank.

Not to mention the numerous others that were clearly beyond even that, having ascended further along a complete Divinity Pathway.

His smile turned crooked.

He had come here to vent, and instead found himself hiding with no idea how to get home.

The irony was not lost on him. And he began to question what exactly Space had intended by bringing him here.

’How many times must I tell you to stop making decisions when you are angry, Garos?’ Aeron was genuinely furious, his voice dripping irritation. ’Why can’t you learn? Anger clouds the mind. And your anger, specifically, is worse than anything I have ever seen.’

’Then you know why I can’t fully control it, friend.’ Garos retorted, using his Space power to merge with the surroundings, hiding completely. ’You know what’s wrong with me. When I am truly angered, I no longer quite act like myself. You, more than anyone, understand that.’

’That doesn’t excuse you, Garos.’ Aeron replied, unyielding. ’Not anymore. You are no longer just the head of a Family. You lead a whole Stronghold. Do you understand what your disappearing means in times like these?’

Garos had no defence against that. He knew he had made a serious mistake.

He always struggled to fully grasp his new position.

’Ruling truly isn’t my thing.’ He thought wearily, before answering his weapon aloud. "I can’t disagree with you. Even so, I’m not asking you to take my side. But how do you expect me to react to my father’s death?"

Aeron went quiet at that, now seeing things through his master’s eyes.

"Aeron," Garos continued, a flash of melancholy crossing his face, "you know my relationship with my father. You know how desperately I wanted to master Space in a way that would make him proud."

’He was proud—!’

"Was he really?" Garos scoffed, the bitterness pure and unfiltered. "You know he wasn’t. He was chosen by Space itself. His control over it was absolute. Anything I achieved would have fallen short beside him. Like a child swinging a sword while you’ve mastered Sword Intent."

Aeron said nothing.

He knew, better than anyone, the countless hours and effort Garos had poured into Space mastery in pursuit of something he could never quite reach.

It was harder than most could imagine. Being born with the Space element was Garos’s greatest gift and his greatest curse.

Gift, because he had inherited his father’s power, not his sister.

Curse, because he would never match his father in it. Never.

A hard thing to carry. But Garos had learned to live with it by stopping the comparisons, by throwing himself into training, and of course by leaning on Serena, his wife and his anchor.

A smile crept to his lips at the thought of her.

’Well, she will kill—!’

He stopped, a familiar presence brushed his senses. He blinked, turned his head, and saw Serena emerging from a black tear opened by Void, still wearing her red nightgown, face taut with worry.

She snapped her eyes to him immediately and opened her mouth, then shut it abruptly as a shiver moved down her spine, the hairs on her back standing.

Instinctively, Void surged and sealed around her entire body like an egg, hiding her from the piercing perceptions of the creatures in this glass world.

Garos smiled wryly and spoke to her through intent.

"You actually—"

"What is this place, Garos?" Serena cut in, scanning everything around her, black eyes narrowing further and further.

"I don’t know."

"You don’t know?" Her voice was incredulous...and angry. "Say that again, Garos."

His lips twitched. "You heard me clearly, Serena." He sighed, giving her an apologetic look. "I don’t know where Space brought me. And it’s no longer answering me."

Serena paused, tilted her head, and clicked her tongue. "Void isn’t answering me either."

"So we were played?"

"It seems so. But why?" She pressed her lips together, still scanning. "It makes no sense."

"It wouldn’t," Nixie said, speaking from within Serena’s body, "if you don’t know what this place is. And you can stop trying to hide yourselves."

A pause.

"The master of this place has already sensed us."

"As I expected." Aeron added, exhaling wearily.

As if waiting for the two Origin Weapons to say it aloud, the glassy sky above fractured, a thin line splitting across it. The line grew, widened, as five translucent colossal pairs of hands tore it open from the other side.

Blinding silver essence poured through the cracks.

Garos was on his feet instantly, standing beside Serena. Their expressions settled into something solemn as they watched a faceless woman emerge from the fracture in the sky.

She was made entirely of glass, something like mana — or something higher in level and potency — of different colours moving through her interior as if she were a living conductor.

Her face was featureless except for a small, warm smile that revealed two tusks. Two horns pierced upward from her head. And three pairs of glassy wings framed her back like a cloak.

Her appearance caused the entire surrounding to pause, as if time itself refused to run in her presence.

Looking at her, Garos and Serena both felt instinctively that this was not a human, not a simple Ascendant. She was...

"How pleasant." She spoke, her voice sweet and melodious, and their hearts trembled. "I am so generously named Pestilence by my late father. Welcome to my Warren of Infinite Glass, lovely guests. Please, would you follow me? I have been waiting."

...a Goddess.

The woman’s smile widened.

Garos and Serena both cursed under their breath. Serena directed the majority of hers specifically at her husband.

—End of Chapter 495—