Death… And Me-Novel



Waremis looked at Gabriel, asking, "So, I know that during the time you were under the influence of the Soul Worm, you spent quite some time with him. What do you know about the guy? Remember, we still don't know if he is really the mastermind behind what happened, but I'm pretty sure that he is involved."ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Gabriel sighed in response. "That's the problem. He had me do a lot of things, especially during this plan to take over the Underworld to control the Reincarnation Path. Yet, he had never revealed anything about himself. The way I was thinking, I simply trusted him because he was an Angel."

Gabriel asked the others. "What about the rest of you? Does anyone know anything about him? I don't even know where he lives."

Regardless if it was the Archangels or the Space-Time Realm Angels, they were completely silent. It was obvious that the situation was the same for everyone in the room. First of all, they didn't even think about investigating another Angel when the soul worms were there.

Waremis wasn't that surprised, though. "Alright, let's start with what I know. As I told you, I couldn't do much, but it wasn't like I didn't find anything. I was killed by you all due to the fact that I was considered a betrayer. Of course, I was no such thing. It's just that he found out that the Soul Worms didn't work on me."

"While I was still alive as an Archangel, I investigated his origins. I was getting close to an answer when he noticed my actions which led to my demise. It turns out he did not come from the Angel Realm," Waremis told everyone. "That's why we had no information about him and his journey to become an Archangel. Because he never cultivated in the Heavens to start with."

Gabriel and the others were surprised by that. "Not from Heavens? No, wait. It does make sense now that I think about it. We have a tight grasp on all the angels in the Space-Time Realm for obvious reasons. They don't have lifespans anymore, so every single one of them is a potential Archangel. Yet, there is no information about him as a Space-Time Realm Angel. When he appeared, he was already an Archangel."

Waremis nodded. "That's the conclusion I reached back then. Then here comes the question, if he was not from Heavens, where was he from? I went deeper into this investigation, hoping to find an answer. In the end, I found something ridiculous. To be honest, I have doubts about whether I'm right or not. It turns out he is not from the Realm of Gods, much less the Underworld. Yet, he wasn't from the Heavens either."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes in response. "None of the Three Higher Realms? That pretty much leaves us with one choice, right?"

The other Archangels knew what Gabriel was talking about. "So he was someone from the Vruve Organization."

But it was then that Raphael, another Archangel, noticed something strange. "Wait, that doesn't make sense. Waremis just said that he reached a ridiculous conclusion. I don't know about you, but I definitely know the Vruve Organization is very powerful, powerful enough to rival any of the Three Higher Realms. Simply put, knowing that this angel came from the Vruve Organization wouldn't be that much of a surprise since we know he wasn't from the Heavens. Still, Waremis said it was a ridiculous conclusion. Both options don't match."

Waremis was happy to hear that. "Seems like you are still quite good at reading the underlines, Raphael. That's correct. He wasn't from the Vruve Organization Either. And before you ask, no, he wasn't someone from outside our Universe either."

They all had witnessed Waremis' explanation of the foreign living being he met in the Spaceship, so quite a few of them thought of the possibility of the mysterious Archangel being someone from outside. Yet, Waremis denied that idea before anyone could even utter it.

"Alright, so he is not from the three Higher Realms. He also isn't part of the Vruve Organization, nor did he come from outside the Universe. If that's the case, where did he come from?" Azrael asked. "Don't tell me he lived in the void and cultivated his entire life there."

Waremis shook his head. "The void does have some Divine Energy available and a tiny bit of Light Element, but its laws are incomplete. You couldn't possibly hope to become an Archangel while staying in the void. Here is the ridiculous part I told you about. If I'm not wrong, and I admit this is quite far-fetched, he came from the other half of our Universe."

"What?!" Immediately, shook appeared on the face of the twelve Archangels and a few others who knew what Waremis was talking about. "That's absolutely impossible! Ever since the calamity all the way back, the two sides have been completely severed apart! No one has come or gone there ever since." Obviously, he didn't know about the twins and the Soul Gem System.

Waremis was the one to sigh this time. "I told you, didn't I? Even I quite don't believe my findings."

Liran, another Archangel, couldn't help but ask. "I don't want to doubt you, Waremis, especially since you were our savior. Still, could you tell us how did you find such a thing?"

Waremis nodded before pulling out a transparent cube from his Dimensional Realm. "Do you know what it is?"

Most of the angels immediately recognized it. "That's a Star Chart, isn't it?"

Waremis nodded. "That's correct. This is indeed a star chart. However, it is different from ours." Right after, Waremis activated the star chart. Everyone focused their Divine Senses on the chart, which allowed them to see the chart inside. 

Sure enough, they could now use it to guide themselves in the void... or so they were expecting. "This star chart makes no sense..."

Waremis smiled in response. "That's because this star chart is not from our half of the Universe but the other half instead. Above all, this chart was made only a few million years ago. Now, who here wanna guess where I got this thing?"

No one there was an idiot. Still, Gabriel was the first one to say it. "You got it from that Archangel without a name."

"We have a winner!" Waremis joked with a little sarcasm.