Between the desire for oblivion and the life of existence stood the last holy knight of Arkan's capital, Akriod, gazing into the mirror, contemplating the path to the future he had stepped into.
"The sacred tool... worked."
Akriod appeared as a mature young man, well-built and handsome, with fair skin and silver hair flowing in the breeze from an open window, veiled by a sheer curtain dancing with the air. The reflection of a wardrobe was visible in the mirror behind him as he sat on a white chair, dressed in an open white shirt and black trousers with a gray belt resting below his waist.
Although it was not a real body, but a copied copy of the real form of a person who was alive in the past.
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Inar, the son of Dysar, one of the great Dysars.
His morals were far from exemplary, but he placed his trust in Akriod, who assumed his form after killing him.
Akriod copied his appearance using his sacred tool, "Senshu", the Life Copier.
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The form the akriod takes is a future version of the dead Inar in the past.
Akriod, who relied on the sacred tool "Uru," which he took from the capital of Arkan. It is a treasure of the Holy Capital, as it allows transportation to the future.
This tool also enabled him to transport a copy of Inar to the future by linking it to Inar's future thoughts, including simulating Inar's personality and how he would act throughout the time the copy lived in the future.
However, the copy's simulation ends upon the arrival of the Master Controller, who sent the copy and is none other than Akriod.
And this is because no one else could accomplish such a feat, as the tool that enabled Akriod to send the copy to the future was his sacred tool, "Senshu", the Life Shape Copier. Despite this, Akriod remains entirely uncertain about the exact duration the copy lived, spanning from the initial point in the past to this current point in the future where he now stands.
This was due to his move to the future one day after the copied version of the deceased Inar was sent. However, one full day in the past translates to an uncertain duration in the future. Akriod's original intention was to travel to the future, but he made it a backup plan in case of unforeseen events—just as it happened with the Star Sect aboard the flying ship when he experienced a sudden pain in his chest.
He slowly got up, turning slightly and raising his fist to inspect the form, but he was surprised that it worked because he successfully transformed into the future version of Inar, and this was different from his method of formation, which was based on direct copying with the sacred tool "Senshu" that allowed him to copy the forms of the people he killed, including physical and vocal details.
In those moments when he was moving, akriod was contemplating the simple room he found himself in, which consisted of a bed and a four-door closet. "How long has it been?" he wondered. Akriod knew one thing: this method of copying had a clear weak point—not preserving the memories lived by the copy.
It was a copy in form but empty inside, only determined to follow orders and imitate the original.
This type of copy was dangerous, as it was designed to replicate the decisions Inar was expected to make in the future.
The danger lay in the fact that Akriod didn't know where this travel to the future.
This is because of the dangerous sacrifice that lies in the copy itself and that could be in a dangerous situation, but he was forced to do so because of the sect besieging him, which he could not face because of the pain that was in his chest.
A loud noise shook the place, Akriod turned to the window, a great sight unfolded before his eyes.
A large square surrounded by three huge walls, in the middle of which thousands of men, with their shirts off, were crowded; with their harmonious voices, they were training in martial arts with coordinated movements, like snakes
These movements were familiar to him, having been a Holy Knight and one of the hundred masters of the Edylis martial arts. By observing their actions, he could immediately assess their skill level and the kind of training these trainees were undergoing, which was the basic foundation that beginners typically start with.
"is this a training camp?"
His ears caught the sound of the door opening. He quickly lowered the transparent veil and put his hands on his head, pretending to have a headache, waiting for the mysterious person to enter.
An old man wearing a white sling and a strange green traditional costume appeared before him. With a pale face and a curly beard, the man said calmly, "Mr. Inar, The elders have gathered."
He did not understand what he said. And since he did not know who he was, Akriod replied with the only word he could find to fit the situation: "Yes."