Unholy Player Chapter 551: Revealing the Secrets (Part 2)

Another researcher creased his brow and interjected. "Nephilim, from what we've gathered, is a race produced by God and human unions. So our ancestry shouldn't link straight to them. This Arbiter race could be a divine one. Perhaps they encountered humans ages ago and, via reproduction, birthed the Nephilim line."

That one adjustment ignited the chamber.

Additional voices chimed in. Individuals hurled speculations atop each other, attempting to weave a history pieced from mere shards. All craved a rationale that could clarify their origins, their legacy, and the label now etched on their Players’ interfaces.

Adyr observed the debate whirl out of control.

Witnessing their wild conjectures escalate, he chose at last to offer further clues, unveiling his own hidden truths too.

"Allow me to bridge some voids in your knowledge."

He commenced with his prior existence. He revealed his origin from a separate Earth. Then, prior to any response from them, he plunged directly into the ensuing events, the Primora Path, the latest occurrences, and the peculiar vision where he encountered the Creator.

He disclosed every bit he recalled, encompassing clear recollections and lingering ambiguities.

It marked an uncommon change for him. The enigma had already exhausted him, yet permitting the group to flounder in aimless theories would merely squander moments. To unravel anything, they required a firm foundation upfront.

Silence enveloped the room while Adyr recounted his tale.

No interruptions occurred. No attempts to disrupt. As the reality began to emerge, they merely absorbed it.

Even post his conclusion, quiet lingered for a few minutes. Not a whisper emerged. They digested the revelations gradually, balancing each word against prior beliefs.

Selina and Victor absorbed it most intensely.

To them, discovering Adyr's second life proved no mere disclosure. It struck like a profound, intimate blow, reshaping every recollection they held of him.

Adyr had always stood apart, even in youth. Yet that peculiarity never veered so far as to suggest rebirth or the like.

Nevertheless, upon hearing the facts, they embraced it smoother than anticipated. Perhaps since it clarified far too much to dismiss.

Victor gulped and fixed his gaze on Adyr as past images raced through his thoughts, particularly the kidnapping incident.

The instance Adyr arrived to rescue him and preserve his existence.

"What were you like in your earlier life?" Victor whispered.

That salvation marked the initial occasion Victor sensed Adyr's abnormality. Only now did the elements align coherently.

Possibly Adyr served as a seasoned warrior on battlefields. Or something graver. A figure bearing skills to extract a youth from terrorists' clutches.

Regarding Selina, she fixed unblinking eyes on Adyr’s features.

The shared experiences she possessed with him diverged from others'; their bond resembled more a mentor and admirer she perpetually admired.

Adyr guided her in enduring a chaotic realm. He instructed her in slaying undetected, erasing all evidence or hints.

She entered a potent, affluent Earth family. That very kin exposed the world's profound shadows.

Her father wielded great sway, a merchant lauded ceaselessly by press. Publicly, he appeared benevolent.

In seclusion, a shadow dwelled within him unknown even to his spouse. Solely Selina and her deceased elder sibling witnessed it.

Selina bore that concealed truth lifelong. She existed in terror of the fiend donning her father's guise.

In those tormenting eras, Adyr alone located her amid the gloom and drew her forth, granting fresh existence and persona.

Even then, he perceived reality unmasked. He rejected simplistic divisions of light and dark. He grasped their interdependence.

While Selina and Victor internalized their sentiments, the central discourse resumed flow.

One researcher rallied his ideas and inclined ahead. "By another Earth, do you intend a parallel realm, an utterly distinct Earth, or did you hail from antiquity?"

"It might equally be the future," another interposed swiftly, grasping the profundity of temporal inquiry. She regarded Adyr directly. "Could you elaborate on the Earth of your origin?"

That unleashed the torrent.

Further researchers piled on, queries accumulating as they sought to decipher chronology and dimensions via sheer reason and insistence.

Adyr absorbed the barrage of inquiries, arriving so rapidly they melded. Then a query surfaced he could address precisely.

"Thus you perished in another realm and revived as an infant?" a City Manager queried. "Doesn't the date of your discovery match the Mad Scientist's debut and Beyond's unveiling to us?"

Per the archives, the discovery of infant Adyr amid Shelter City 9's debris coincided precisely with the Mad Scientist's rise and Beyond's proclamation.

"That appears beyond mere chance," Adyr affirmed pensively.

Their line of reasoning held logic.

Hard to overlook some force drawing Adyr’s essence to this Earth, or timeline. The Mad Scientist resembled less accident, more initiator or spark, motives obscure.

"Plus Primora's declarations, Beyond's architect," another City Manager expressed. "Assuming your vision authentic, it suggests arrival from a wholly alien plane."

Adyr inclined his head, indicating plausibility despite incredulity.

He had already narrated the full dialogue with that entity. He detailed the interaction completely, vital phrases included, until the segment altering the vision's essence.

Primora dubbed him an Arbiter. Not merely honorific, but core being.

Then Primora unveiled Adyr's summons purpose. Singular intent: to eliminate Primora.

Yet that disclosure spawned fresh quandary.

If Primora endured so anciently, a entity crafting Beyond, why Adyr's direct linkage? What did it signify for Adyr’s true longevity or essence?

A City Manager interjected, doubt honed by hush. "You truly lack recollections prior, save those from your former Earth?"

Adyr denied with a shake, then appended, "I've experienced additional visions beyond that encounter. Mostly trivial. Routine slumbers."

Most resembled snippets of everyday existences, isolated vignettes sans cohesion.

Yet that snagged one attendee's focus.

Rhys advanced, eagerness etching his visage. "What sort of visions? Relate all you can summon."

Beside his typical demeanor, Rhys appeared markedly strained.

Adyr detected the press and proceeded to depict several visions in memory.

Upon concluding the sixth depiction, Rhys’s countenance had shadowed. "They mirror mine closely. The final matches identically."

Since his rousing, Rhys encountered visions nightly upon rest. They transcended ordinary reveries. They evoked observing another's existence externally.

Now, heeding Adyr, comprehension dawned on implications.

"This existence might not mark your initial rebirth," Rhys stated.

In his visions, countless incarnations appeared. Some strayed from Earth. Others unfolded in realms of alien kin and odd notions.

Rhys breathed out and eyed Adyr with an odd, incomplete grin failing his gaze.

"So what precisely are you?" he inquired, blending jest and gravity. "Some sort of dimension traverser?"

Yet not all present dismissed it lightly.

"A technique, power, perhaps device enabling seamless shifts across planes and eras," a researcher muttered, captivated by the notion. "It rings true."

After all, Adyr had confessed outsider status from another Earth. The prospect of repeated crossings, memory veiled, no longer defied belief.

"Thus compiling all data, Mr. Adyr embodies an Arbiter. Arbiters possess multiversal traversal capacity. Primora invoked him, drawing to this plane. Subsequently, via complexities, Nephilim arose from Arbiters and human unions. Is that the reality?"

One researcher expounded the saga in a rush, as if mundane deduction, only at close grasping its wildness.