Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2

On the fifth dawn during his grueling swim, a stunning sight hit Dyon, wiping away the soreness from his fatigued body. Approximately 10 kilometers off, three structures rose roughly 20 meters high right from the ocean. Hexagonal stainless-steel tiles sheathed them, bouncing back the early sun's orange rays, and small villages mixed with vast green foliage capped their peaks. Yet, the Skyscraper standing much farther captured Dyon's focus the strongest.

Standing at least 2000 meters tall, endless glass enveloped it, giving off a strikingly gorgeous shine. But Dyon's shock deepened when he realized the three risings linked to one another via underwater tunnels.

Dyon froze in amazement. 'Why passages beneath the waves?'

He plunged downward, almost gasping for air. Those three risings turned out to be six in total. Past where Dyon spotted the Skyscraper lay three more matching risings. Together, the six created a flawless hexagon encircling the Skyscraper's foundation. Underwater tunnels connected them because the risings extended far beyond their visible tops. Fields, woods, and quaint villages adorned the upper parts, but they merely crowned vast underwater edifices. These six risings mimicked shrunken versions of the enormous 2000-meter Skyscraper, only inverted!

Plunging over 1000 meters deep, they consisted wholly of glass reinforced with stainless-steel supports.

'Looks like these six smaller skyscrapers link not just among themselves but also to the central one through those submerged paths. The ceremony's likely in the heart.'

As Dyon propelled ahead, he pondered if an underwater edifice truly qualified as a skyscraper.

With hours still to spare, Dyon surged toward a rising dominated by thick forest. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he knew arriving naked into a village wouldn't do; clothes came first.

'Gotta climb that 20-meter height. Since I discerned the tile shapes from so far, they're huge. Climbing just got tougher.'

By midday, Dyon let out a sigh. Being right often sucked. He dangled just half a meter shy of the summit on his picked rising. The massive tiles forced him into awkward spider-like scrambles between them or scaling their sloped edges.

Gripping upward, Dyon arched his back with his last reserves of power and pulled himself over. He vaulted the railing, dropping some 3 meters. Ready for it, he rolled smoothly to soften the landing.

'Finally!' Dyon bellowed from his scorched lungs, then bent over, hands on knees, gulping air. As he started to lift his head, icy metal pressed against his shoulder.

'For fuck’s sake,' Dyon grumbled under his breath without glancing up.

'Explain or lose your head.' The voice rang so sweetly melodic that Dyon nearly dismissed its threat.

But deeper thoughts raced through Dyon's mind. He grasped his predicament fast. The voice belonged to someone around his age, wielding a weapon that could end him effortlessly.

'That suggests she attends this school.'

A grin spread across Dyon's face; navigation would prove far easier now. Skipping the explanation, he flicked his wrist to summon a holographic panel and chose a slim black bag.

'I could explain, or slip into some clothes. Your pick?' Dyon quipped, tilting his gaze upward.

The girl shot back without pause, masking her shock at Dyon's gadget perfectly. 'Both, if you don't mind.'

Dyon blinked in surprise. Flustering teen girls usually took little effort, especially naked. But she stood apart.

'Can't let a beauty like you down.' Dyon unzipped the bag while speaking. He donned boxers and a sharp white shirt, tugged on pale blue jeans with rolled cuffs, then layered a sky-blue dress shirt left open.

As he cuffed his sleeves, Dyon truly eyed the sword-wielding girl at his neck. Sliding into black flip-flops, he let his appreciative spark show openly. He'd tossed 'pretty lady' earlier to rattle her, but now he'd mean every word.

Tanned skin hinted at Hispanic roots gleamed on her. Her eyes blurred between pale green and muted hazel, captivating him utterly. Golden blond streaks wove through her light brown hair cascading past her shoulders in the breeze. Full lips matched her warm features.

She radiated warmth and allure everywhere—save for the deadly blade she gripped.

'Guards will arrive any second after your yell. You've got 10 seconds to talk me out of killing you.' Her calm voice betrayed no disturbance from the bizarre sight.

Dyon opened his mouth as her scent wafted on the wind. 'Kiwi and strawberries. Spot-on choice.'

Her brows arched; then realization dawned. She dug the sword's edge harder into his shoulder.

Ignoring it, Dyon pressed on. 'Doubt guards are rushing here, truth be told. If they are, fire the lot.'

She sighed. 'Perhaps. Won't stop me from ending you, though.'

Dyon grinned. Sharp as a tack, this one. Rather than refute, she doubled down smartly. Anyone half-bright knew guards should've swarmed already.

'You've hooked me, so here's the truth: I'm a student here. Ceremony's starting soon—mind guiding me?'

'Some joke. Hooked you? You're just scheming to tag along. Answer properly. Where from? Why climb the fence over normal paths?'

'Came via silver yacht, actually. Dinghy off a silver yacht. They rejected my Commoner Paper, no energy stones for the fee. Left them at the gates, swam instead.'

'Absurd. Gates sit 300km away. These seas defy casual swimmers, let alone first-years like you. Last chance: where from? How through the fence?'

Breath steady at last, Dyon inhaled deeply and rose to full stature. Brushing off the sword at his shoulder and neck, he replied. 'Curious about that myself—why the water weighed so much? Took five full days. I'm beat.'

'Tired of life, are you?' Her eyes sharpened.

'Hear me out. Not the best intro, you catching me bare, but honestly,' Dyon leaned closer, 'do I measure up?'

She rolled her eyes at his audacity. Though a head shorter, he posed no danger, so she sheathed her sword. Brushing her white training uniform, she grabbed a hairband from her wrist to bind her locks.

Noting her moves, Dyon scanned the area. A sparse clearing bordered dense woods. Grass lay flattened, torn, patches uprooted.

'Training spot of hers. Marks warn against pushing this beauty too far.' Dyon smirked inwardly.

'Dyon here. Pleasure to meet you.'

'Which family? Must be a minor branch; never spotted you.'

She bypassed his arrival and swim claim.

In her view, if true, that odd wrist device explained it. Martial world held countless spatial treasures, all energy-based. Yet Dyon's emitted zero fluctuations—like plain tech.

'Sacharro.'

'Saccharo... Never heard it.' Then a gasp escaped as she peered closer.

'Problem?' Dyon flashed his easy smile.

'The commoner they let in. Father mentioned you.'

Dyon burst out laughing. 'Commoner?'

Back in the mortal realm, awe followed him everywhere. 'Common' never entered the equation.

Silent, she studied Dyon steadily.

'Your name, milady? A commoner like me would be honored.'

'Delia. Delia Patia-Neva.'