THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 780 The Truth of the System (2)

Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...

Frey completes the final System mission by killing Beatrice, maxing out his Shadow Adaptation to its ultimate seventh phase and shattering the System's boundaries, filling him with a profound sense of liberation. Pulled into a vast white void known as the Aether Realm, where time and space hold no sway, he discovers Nameless by his side, both unable to access their aura. A mysterious ethereal entity with a featureless white form appears, speaking in a childlike voice, acknowledging their arrival and hinting at the truth behind the System while alluding to Frey's distorted and forgotten identity.

The peculiar instrument that enabled Frey to forge the unattainable…

a power Nameless had never comprehended.

Frey had long harbored suspicions that the System linked back to Nameless in some way.

He was convinced Gehrman had tampered with it previously, such as the time the System responded to his query following the Victorriad.

"Gehrman serves only as a go-between whom I permitted to help you harness your abilities. He understands nothing."

The being grinned, demonstrating its ability to perceive thoughts.

"So… what is this System precisely? And why has it been granted to me?" Frey inquired.

The being inclined its head.

"The most straightforward explanation goes like this:

The System represents your innate ability as an Author."

"An Author?" Frey scowled, encountering a word he had discarded years before.

"Do you refer to the story I penned back then?" he questioned.

The being denied with a shake of its head.

"No. That bears no relation to the matter.

What I'm referring to is the capability to bring forth creations from emptiness—

to bring tangible, material reality out of the nothingness."

Nameless interjected for the initial instance.

"That's inconceivable. Utterly irrational. Such a force doesn't exist."

The being directed a finger toward him.

"Precisely. As one would anticipate from you. However—"

It indicated the surrounding environment.

"Your assertion holds true solely in the material realm."

Frey and Nameless both widened their gazes.

"The origin of this ability lies outside the physical domain.

It derives from this location."

The being indicated below.

"Right here… within the Aether Realm."

The disclosure struck them both with the force of a stellar jolt.

A capability from a different dimension…

a dimension inaccessible to any corporeal entity.

This clarified numerous things…

yet fell short of full disclosure.

"What is this place? What precisely defines it?" Frey demanded.

The ashen figure offered a soft smile.

"This realm… is the birthplace of the Writers of History."

Frey's countenance grew somber.

An entirely unfamiliar concept… Writers of History.

Luckily, the being proceeded.

"Describing the authentic essence of the Writers of History proves challenging. Even my knowledge of them remains incomplete… but for the present, consider this: they are the entities who constructed the physical universe as it exists now."

As the being elaborated, Frey stiffened briefly… then erupted into sudden guffaws.

He bellowed with amusement.

"What absurdity is this? Entities who constructed the universe? Are we discussing deities or the like?"

Frey derided, struggling to accept the revelation.

"It holds no falsehood. You wield the identical force they once commanded. Recall… your talent for scripting, for generating objects."

"Yet your being remains splintered. That's why you can't properly channel your ability. Thus, I reconstructed it into the guise of a System, and I instituted achievement points to constrain and control the extent of that force you could employ."

The being paused momentarily.

Frey balled his hand into a fist, grappling with the information imparted.

"I fail to grasp… who am I truly? If the Writers of History possessed such grandeur as you describe, then where have they gone? Why aren't they intervening in the current chaos of the world?"

The being's grin disappeared briefly before reappearing instantly—this time laced with grief.

"The Writers of History no longer dwell in this realm. They perished ages ago, during the ultimate confrontation with the Pale Devastation."

Frey responded without delay.

"Pale Devastation?"

"Indeed… I suspect you name him Odin in the material plane."

In that instant, Frey recalled Audrey's caution.

"The Pale Devastation emerged here as well, within the Aether Realm. An absolute abomination, commanding abilities that defy all comprehension."

The being pivoted to face the barren void encircling them.

"I must convey this swiftly. He has already detected our presence."

A ghostly fog started materializing from the ether.

An indicator that a horrific entity had sensed them—restrained solely by the being's might.

"Heed my words closely, Frey. Time is scarce.

The Aether Realm exists truly. Countless entities originated from it… some kind-hearted, others sinister and warped.

One of the most evident confirmations of its reality… is the adversary you two recognize intimately."

Nameless affirmed with a nod.

"Agaroth," uttered the masked fighter.

The being applauded.

"Right. The Demon King wasn't spawned in the Aether Realm. Yet he harnesses a force stemming from this domain. I presume Nameless was aware, given his prior clash with him."

Nameless nodded once more.

He had perpetually puzzled over the essence of the Demon King's horrifying strength—something that defied natural order.

If it sourced from the Aether Realm, a domain surpassing rationality, then all aligned logically.

"Agaroth stands as a fiend who has ascended to a potency rendering him the contemporary Odin. He is no less formidable… potentially even more malevolent."

The being's grin gradually dissolved as it mentioned him.

"He qualifies as a transgressor… a betrayer who demands eradication at all costs. And that duty devolves to you, Frey."

It indicated him directly.

"My duty?"

"Affirmative. After all… you birthed him with your very own hands."

The declaration impacted Frey akin to a thunderbolt.

Even Nameless swiveled toward him in astonishment.

At that juncture, Frey recollected his initial encounter with the Demon King.

That evening… Agaroth had declared outright:

You are the one who made me.

The Demon King had spoken truth.

As Frey remained transfixed, the emptiness abruptly quaked. Fractures propagated along the borders of the blank canvas.

The being exhaled deeply.

"It appears I can no longer restrain him."

"Restrain whom?!" Frey bellowed.

The being approached nearer.

"Pay close attention. I shall reveal your forthcoming path.

Through fulfilling the Final Mission, you utterly demolished the System. No remnants persist to curb your strength. You shall now access your authentic prowess… your genuine aptitude.

By shattering the restraint, you will surge straight into the SSS tier. Your accumulated might suffices for this leap."

It articulated hurriedly, imparting maximal knowledge to Frey.

"You will attain your utmost capacity. But to properly wield your Authorial power, you need to mend your shattered essence and reveal the reality of your identity."

The fissures expanded, enveloping all.

Nevertheless, the being persisted.

"Should you pursue that reality… you shall discover it in the Land Beyond Beginning and End—the landmass that departed the Aether Realm and breached into the physical plane!

There, all knowledge awaits. There, the truth shall unfold!"

The being yelled as the whole expanse commenced crumbling, with ashen fog inundating everything.

Time had elapsed.

The being outstretched its arm, unleashing an unseen surge that propelled Frey and Nameless away while it gradually faced the Pale Devastation.

As Frey hurtled rearward, he beheld the being's tender smile directed at him.

"If only… we could have shared more moments, discussed myriad topics. But such indulgence eludes us."

It gestured farewell once more.

"Safeguard Audrey on my behalf, Frey. I rely on you!"

The concluding plea altered everything.

Frey's eyes expanded as the pallid visage finally assumed a corporeal shape.

For an instant, the being transformed into a youth.

A youth bearing golden locks, azure orbs, a delicate frame, and a pure, kindly visage.