**[Four years remain, the clock now ticks,
To halt 'His' rise, the darkest fix.
Seek the keys, the seven bright,
Celestial locks to end the night.
Hold the thread, the tale intact,
Or face a world where shadows act.
Narakasura must stay confined.]**
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**[SYSTEM QUEST: FIND 7 CELESTIAL KEYS BEFORE HIS INVASION]**
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**[FAILURE TO COMPLETE WILL RESULT IN WORLD DESTRUCTION]**
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I stare at the screen, my heart racing. "What the hell…?
In the confines of the room, subtle shift in the atmosphere. The once calming glow of the magical lights had dimmed slightly, casting longer shadows across the floor. The air felt heavier, cooler, with a faint chill creeping in that I hadn't noticed before. The usual quiet was now tinged with an unsettling stillness, the hum of the runes on the walls no longer steady, but flickering just enough to make me uneasy.
What are these texts?
*Four years remain, the clock now ticks,
To halt 'His' rise, the darkest fix.
Seek the keys...*
Four years? What the hell is supposed to happen in four years? The words made no sense to me, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away. It felt like the message was seeping into my brain, forcing me to keep staring, refusing to let me ignore it.
*The seven bright,
Celestial locks to end the night.
Hold the thread, the tale intact,
Or face a world where shadows act.*
The Seven Bright Celestial Locks? Seriously, what the heck is that? I racked my brain, trying to recall if there was anything like this mentioned in the novel. Nothing. No backstories, no hidden statements, not even a hint. It was like this whole thing was completely new—something that was never supposed to be part of the original plot.
*Narakasura Must stay confiend*
Narakasura? Who the hell is that? And why is it so important that he stays confined? The name was unfamiliar, but there was this nagging feeling at the back of my mind. It was like I should know this, but I just couldn't place it.
I ran my hand through my hair, trying to think, to remember anything. My thoughts were all over the place, but I kept digging, kept searching through the scattered pieces of my memory. Then, it hit me—like a sudden jolt of electricity.
Wait, I remember now!
The name Narakasura... Slowly, it all started to come back. Taking a deep breath, I muttered to myself, "The Ashura of Destruction, the guy who led the Ashura in the Great Ashura War 900 years ago. The man who was the embodiment of absolute ruthlessness, who didn't feel a shred of emotion."
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My face was already drenched in sweat, my clothes sticking uncomfortably to my skin.
The fuck Is the AC broken?
Anyway This wasn't just any name—this was a name that held the weight of unimaginable destruction.
But yeah, now I remembered. He was a freaking mythical legend in the novel. Even though he never actually showed up in the story, there were enough statements, enough speculations about him to make it clear that this was someone—or something—that should never have existed in the world. And now, here I was, staring at a screen that was warning me about his return.
So He'll return? Narakasura's coming back in four damn years?
If So,
why the Fuck are you telling me this and not the protagonist, you Fuckin system
Frustrated, I almost kicked the table beside me but caught myself just in time.
Pheww..So much for living in freedom.
Find the 7 Celestial Keys? Where the heck am I supposed to find them?By the name, these Celestial Keys are probably the core to preventing Narakasura from invading.
Maybe they're the keys to sealing him off again.
But, wait, does this mean the locks that sealed him 900 years ago are in danger of opening? If that's the case, the keys are crucial to keeping him sealed.
My head's about to blow a fuse. I've got no clue where to start looking for these damn keys.
But I got a better idea
Of course, I could just bail to another dimension, but this world's way too cool to leave. I'm not about to ditch all this fancy stuff and go live in some bland, boring realm.
Looks like I'm stuck on a treasure hunt. Tho Compared to the protagonist, who's out there fighting every day, my gig sounds like a vacation. I'd much rather play Sherlock Holmes than be Superman in this mess.
Suddenly, in the middle of my frantic thoughts, a loud *thud* echoed through the room. Out of thin air, a box materialized with a creepy, almost palpable aura around it.
The box hit the floor, the impact sending a shiver through the room.
I couldn't resist. I walked over, picked up the box, and examined it closely.
The box was intricately designed, with dark, ornate patterns that seemed to shift and shimmer as if alive. Its surface felt smooth, yet it pulsed with some otherworldly power.
Shaped like a heptagon, the box had seven distinct locks evenly spaced around its perimeter. Each lock was crafted from different materials—gleaming silver, dark obsidian, and other exotic metals—each emitting a faint, eerie glow. The locks were complex, with intricate keyholes that clearly required seven special keys to open.
As I take the closer look, a chill ran down my spine. The demonic energy radiating from it was a mix of allure and danger. It sparkled like dark stardust, swirling around the box and creating a nearly hypnotic effect. It was clear this box held something incredibly powerful and mysterious.
Is this the dimensional box where the Ashura has been sealed?
As I stared at the box, analyzing it while holding it in my hands, its surface pulsed with sparkling demonic energy. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power. The heptagon-shaped box, adorned with seven intricate locks, started vibrating. The dark patterns on it shifted and swirled with a mesmerizing intensity.
"Damn it," I muttered.
Without warning, the box's aura intensified, becoming almost tangible. Startled, I dropped it. The box hit the ground with a heavy *thud*, and to my horror, it began moving on its own—twitching and shifting as if it were alive.
Feeling a creeping unease, I backed away, ready to bolt through the window Anytime
My eyes were drawn to the upper side of the box, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
A small door on the box, previously sealed shut, creaked open just a crack. From the narrow opening, a dense, dark aura poured out, filling the room with an oppressive presence. The air grew icy, and a shiver ran through me.
Then, a deep, demonic voice emerged from the box, resonating with a power that could freeze the bravest warrior's blood. The voice was so potent it felt as though it could kill with its mere sound. It Shouted,
"KryshANNNNNNNN!"
Instinctively, I clamped my hands over my ears, unable to bear the horrific sound. The words echoed through the room,
each syllable dripping with malevolence.
Just as suddenly as it had started, the box fell silent and still. The door snapped shut, and the demonic aura receded, leaving the box looking as it had before—though now it seemed even more ominous.
I stood there, heart pounding, knowing that whatever was inside the box was far more dangerous than I had ever imagined.
Just after it returned to normal, I stared at it from afar, huffing so hard.
Everything seemed to return to normal, like nothing had happened. The oppressive aura that had filled the room moments ago vanished, and the atmosphere was as calm as before.
Given the eerie sound and the dark energy that had emerged from the box, I expected someone to burst in to check if everything was alright. But oddly enough, it was as if whatever had happened stayed confined to the room.
"What the heck was that?" I muttered to myself. The sound was the most horrifying I'd ever heard.
As someone who spent countless hours playing games and watching anime, I could confidently say that sound was the unmistakable voice of a final boss.
Haaaah
With a heavy sigh, I approached the box again,
Once again, I grabbed the freaking box, took a deep breath, and turned it over. I noticed something on the bottom—texts.
"Huh, texts?"
I squinted at the strange writing, but it was in an unfamiliar language that I couldn't make sense of. After giving up on deciphering it, I set the box aside and sat down on the bed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
The 7 Celestial Keys. That's the big item I need to find. There must be someone who knows about them, right? I figured there were probably a few uncovered places in the novel I could check out.
Lost in thought, I noticed a new notification on my system. I opened it, and while the interface hadn't changed much, there was a bit more information now:
**System Interface:**
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**[SYSTEM STATUS]**
- **Name:** Akashi Seraphiel
- **Race:** Human
- **Class:** Combat
- **Level:** SILVER 3
- **Potential:** GOLD 3
- **Stamina:** 7
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**[ATTRIBUTES]**
- **Strength:** 7
- **Agility:** 7
- **Intelligence:** 177
- **Endurance:** 7
- **Luck:** 7
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**[SKILLS]**
- **Lava Blast**
*Description:* Unleashes a powerful burst of molten lava at enemies, drawing on volcanic energy for devastating attacks.
*Drawbacks:* High energy consumption, which can deplete stamina quickly.
- **Guardian Instinct**
*Description:* Heightens reflexes and awareness, allowing the user to dodge attacks and protect others.
*Abilities:*
- Enhanced Reflexes: Dodges attacks with ease.
- Spatial Awareness: Senses threats from all directions.
- Predictive Evasion: Anticipates and avoids attacks.
*Drawbacks:* Mental strain from constant alertness, leading to fatigue.
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**[SIGNATURE SKILLS]**
- None at the moment
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**[WEAPON ARTS]**
- **NONE AT THE MOMENT**
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**[BLESSING]**
- **UNKNOWN'S BLESSINGS**
Staring at the screen in shock, I let out a loud gasp. There it was—finally, the transmigrator's cheat
Feeling full of joy that I finally got something for free and without any struggle, I almost felt like kissing the gods. But I quickly deleted that absurd thought from my mind and started checking out the new skill I'd just received.
Guardian Instinct
Whoa, it enhances my reflexes and awareness to the point where I could dodge attacks even when caught off guard. This is a crazy skill, a pure nightmare for assassin-type classes. It's ridiculously good and way more useful than anything else I could've gotten. This'll definitely come in handy in the future.
But there's one thing that feels a bit off—the name. Guardian Instinct?
Bro, why can't I call it Ultra Instinct? That's way cooler.
I mean, come on! Does this omniscient system have zero taste? Who's running the naming department around here?
Looking at next
Noticing something new on the screen, I froze. "UNKNOWN's Blessings?" I muttered, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. I must've looked like a complete idiot, jaw practically unhinged like a rusty door, but I couldn't help it.
Blessings? In this world? You've got to be kidding me.
Blessings here are rarer than finding a needle in a haystack—scratch that, rarer than finding a needle in a haystack that's on fire, in the middle of a blizzard, with one hand tied behind your back. Only a handful of people have these, and I mean, you could say probably —protagonists and main cast only, thank you very much.
And now, apparently, I've got one too. Well, technically, it's not awakened yet, but still! Blessings are like the ultimate cheat code for growth, an invisible suit of armor that basically screams, "I'm about to get overpowered!"
Sure, I have to wait until it actually awakens to get any use out of it, but when it does? Oh boy, it's gonna be like hitting the jackpot. I just need to sit tight and let this thing bloom into the powerhouse it's destined to be.
Suddenly, a black pen wrapped in a crimson aura appeared in the room. The sight of it sent a jolt through my mind, and I instinctively reached out to grab it. As my fingers closed around the pen, I tried to make sense of where it had come from. Before I could even begin to piece it together, another notification popped up on the screen.
[ SP POINTS ] - 0
Description: SP Points serve as the conduit through which the divine power of creation is accessed. These points, when utilized in conjunction with the divine pen to which they are intrinsically linked, enable the manifestation of any object or artifact within the confines of this world. The rank and caliber of the item thus created are directly proportional to the quantity of points expended; the greater the accumulation of points, the more exalted the resultant creation. It is imperative to note that these points are singular in their purpose—they are exclusively reserved for acts of creation and cannot be diverted to any other use.
Notice: To earn SP points, you'll need to get involved in the events of the novel in some way. It's not mandatory to participate, but if you want to rack up points, there's no other way around it.
As the system screen flickered to life, revealing the enigmatic [SP POINTS] - 0, a sense of awe washed over me.
"Crazy," I muttered, the only word I could come up with. I mean, seriously—power of creation? Isn't that literally god-level stuff?
"SP Points serve as the conduit through which the divine power of creation is accessed…"
I read the words aloud, barely a whisper. The idea of wielding divine power was almost too grand to comprehend. The divine pen, an artifact with unimaginable potential, lay dormant in my grasp, and my mind raced with possibilities. The power to manifest anything within this world, limited only by the accumulation of these elusive points—it was intoxicating and sobering at the same time.
But there was a catch. I had to participate in the story to earn these points.
Feeling a bit displeased, I realized that in the original story, Akashi had no significant role. He got his ass kicked early on, and everything that happened afterward had nothing to do with him.
Well, looks like I'll have to add myself as a variable. The idea of diving into a plot that wasn't even supposed to involve me felt like a hassle. My thoughts raced like a river in flood, trying to figure out a way to do this without screwing everything up.
If I want to participate openly, maybe I could join the protagonist's fan club. But with my tattered reputation, that seems unlikely.
Maybe I could turn into a background mystery character, working in the shadows and influencing the plot without anyone knowing. Like becoming the Eminence in the Shadows.
Feeling a little cringe at the thought, I got up and moved to the window. The scenery outside was beautiful, with students strolling in the garden and couples enjoying the day. The environment was peaceful, almost too perfect.
"Eh, I'll figure something out later," I mumbled to myself. "For now, let's just get on with what I had planned."
Without wasting another minute, I headed to the bathroom to get freshened up.
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Moving to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready to head outside, I entered the space, which was so enormous it could rival a king's bedroom. I stared in awe. It felt good to be rich.
But then I remembered: my father had paid all my fees and dormitory expenses in advance before kicking me out and stripping me of the family name. It was one of the few good things he did; without it, I shudder to think of what might have happened—living on the streets with nothing but a tattered blanket.
"Thank you, Father," I muttered, appreciating that he hadn't left me completely destitute.
Still, I clenched my fists and scowled. Seriously? Just because of one expulsion?
How could he do that to his own blood, the child he raised since birth?
Sure, I might have been a little spoiled brat, maybe not littel but that was no excuse. I was still angry, so I took a deep breath to calm down.
What's done is done. All I can do now is stand on my own two feet, avoid seeking their attention, and prove my worth to them. Although, it still stings to see the great privilege and wealth of the ruling house go to waste.
Heading to the shower, I noticed the mirror was, again, ridiculously huge. What's with this guy's obsession with mirrors? As I undressed, I saw a tattoo on my chest.
The tattoo depicted two elegantly crafted swords crossed at their hilts, forming an 'X' shape. Each sword was intricately detailed, with gleaming blades that spoke of sharpness and precision. The hilts featured ornate designs, possibly symbols of power or heritage. At the intersection where the swords crossed was a circular emblem, giving it the impression of a seal.
"What's this now?" I wondered, recognizing Akashi had some peculiar tastes. I shook off the thought and proceeded with my shower.
After finishing, I returned to the room. I dressed in an elegant black shirt that fit perfectly, its smooth fabric catching the light. The collar was crisp, and the buttons were discreet, adding a touch of sophistication. Paired with black pants, which were equally refined and tailored to accentuate my frame, the ensemble was completed with a sleek belt.
I checked myself out in the mirror. My white hair, stark and striking, framed my face like a halo of snow, while the black attire made my pale locks appear even more luminous. My deep ruby-red eyes glowed with an inner fire.
"Damn, I'm hot," I said with a confident grin. With this look, I doubted I'd have trouble attracting anyone.
But then I remembered my reputation and let that thought go. I glanced at the time: 11:44. Checking the map on my phone, I selected my destination.
"Let's go," I said,with excitement
**TO THE RED CAVE**