Odyssey of the Blind God

Nial had hoped that the issue with the Linaton race was properly solved after everything that happened.

Unfortunately, it looked like the Linaton had the tenacity of cockroaches. If they wouldn't be eliminated properly, the Linaton race would never back off.

That was what it looked like according to the reports he had read. Nial would have to remove the Linaton's deep-rooted presence from within the human race to make sure that they would stop bothering the origin humans.

Fortunately, it looked like the Linaton Investigators had mellowed down a little. After they had been beaten easily by a bunch of Masked Shadows at the Prometheus rank, they turned quiet.

Now that they had also gotten their hands on the copy of the Orion Artisan Guild's contract without too many problems, their voices had turned even more silent.

However, that didn't mean the Linaton were not confused.

They figured that Kaeldur's signature was made from the mana fluctuations of someone with the properties of poison, darkness and the Devil race…or some mixture that had been devilized in the end.

This was quite interesting for Nial as well because he found out that Damian had actually created Devils by injecting different races with his dark energy, and bits of his Essence of Darkness.

The piece of information was also an indicator to Nial. It showed him that he would be able to do the same as Damian…create his own army of Devils! He was quite excited about that possibility but he figured that it would take a long time before he could create his own Devil.

Furthermore, he was already a target to Devilize. At least, Nial was pretty sure that he would devilize 'him' once he found out and eliminated any bad side effects.

He put aside the thought of creating his own army of artificially created devils, for the time being, knowing that he was not ready, and he paid more attention to the present.

'They think that mercenaries had been hired? So they don't know what race Kaeldur could belong to…well that makes sense…'

Given the recordings Nial had handed over, one couldn't even see Kaeldur's body, let alone a single inch of his skin when he had signed the fake magic contract which Nial had only created to lead the Linaton race by their nose.

Nial's transparency, his helpfulness, and the fact that he had recordings and the signature of the magic contract were pretty clear indicators that the Orion Artisan Guild had only been making business deals with the unknown being.

That was nothing uncommon to do on planets where countless races encountered each other. The only issue that could be named was that the origin humans had yet to get their hands on more close allies than the Elven races.

For origin humans it shouldn't be considered common to trade with other races. Of course, Nial had traded a lot with other races, but that was not something others knew.

'Either way, nobody seems to be overly interested in me for anything other than my runic armaments. Using Dominion to wipe the memories of the officials and higher authorities I encounter is truly helpful to stay low profile!'

Nial didn't really feel the need to be a famous personality known by everyone. It would make things more difficult, especially if others were to start treating him like the civilians chose to treat the Masked Shadows.

Even if it was just a public opinion and not an official title they had received, the Masked Shadows were considered the heroes of the human folk. Everyone could tell that the Masked Shadows had been humans, whether it was their body structure or the bits of familiar mana fluctuations that could be sensed.

The Masked Shadows had used some runic armaments to hide their mana fluctuations with the sole exception being the mana fluctuations that indicated the race they belonged to.

It was as if they wanted everyone to know that they were origin humans, that origin humans were not weak and that they could defeat powerful opponents as well…there was no need to be afraid, or to back off at the sight of other powerful races!

Nial expected this knowledge to be enough for the civilians to initiate a civil war and to start fighting the government for their wrongdoings. However, the exact opposite happened.

Knowing that there was someone, an entire group of heroes, was on their side, most civilians calmed down a little.

Nial didn't really understand that but it was not as if he wanted a civil war to break out either way. Civil wars might have been helpful in the old age, but it was only an unnecessary massacre now.

A single powerful individual was enough to overthrow the entire government of a race without causing bloodshed.

However, Nail didn't intend to be that person because he didn't have the focus, and desire, let alone time to become the leader of an entire race. He knew himself very well, which was even more reason for him to never want to become the leader of the origin humans.

He would be the cause of their demise, just because he, or rather Damian's Powers, were hated by so many races. Exposing himself openly would probably cause war to erupt with more than a hundred races.

More than 10% of the known Universe hated Damian to the core. They had more than enough reason for that…but it was not like Damian didn't loathe them either.

Thinking about the Late God of Darkness caused Nial to feel a little bit weird and he shook his head with a deep sigh.

'I wonder if I will meet him again…well, hear his voice fits more, I guess…it has been a while since I underwent the first Godly Trial, as well…'

Nial got up and walked through the wooden hut of his father. Miles was not around right now because he was investigating something. Since Nial didn't spend much time in the wooden hut, Miles had found a new job. He was now officially employed as the spy of the Royal Princess.

Miles was told to research quite a few things and find out more about all kinds of organizations. Nial was also interested in those organizations, just like the Royal Princess of the High Elven. He had a good reason for that as well.

Most of these organizations had been 'secretly' created by other races. None of those organizations was located in the Halheim shelter because that shelter was already considered the product of the human-elven alliance.

Said organizations desired to increase their influence in the remaining shelters, and to make sure that more humans would follow them. They didn't force anyone into a slave-like soul contract but they would have to pay off the debt they had accumulated by purchasing expensive martial art techniques, cultivation techniques, and so on.

Because not many origin humans were able to get their hands on proper cultivation techniques such as a neutral mana breathing technique, a body refinement technique, or a strong martial art technique that was compatible with the fighting style and abilities one possessed, many Originals of the human race were willing to pay a hefty price.

Unfortunately, that was what caused them to enter a deep pit of debt that only grew due to the high-interest rate and the fact that the origin humans became greedy for more and better techniques once they tasted the potency of those techniques.

That was how they turned into obedient followers of their organization, voluntary slaves if one wanted to call them such!