[Silver Ash] - Become The Strongest In Another World
CHAPTER 282: Predestination Destined

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Cryll looked around, and realized he was somewhere underground.

It looks like a cave, with floors, walls, and ceilings made entirely of natural granite rocks.

He was in a long hallway that led nowhere. Behind him, there was a gigantic mirror whose surface was covered by a dense layer of black fog, similar to a black mirror that brought him to this place.

"I went in through that mirror, and out of here? "

Cryll tilted his head for a moment, then immediately shook his head resignedly upon realizing it was a useless topic.

He turned around, and tried to see what was at the end of this passageway.

It was at this moment that he truly appreciated Noelle's ability to see in total darkness.

There were indeed torches displayed on the walls every five meters. But it's not even enough to make what's at the end of this road visible.

Cryll closes his eyes, calms his breathing and heartbeat, then begins to expand his detection abilities to find out if there are traps or secret passageways around.

Result nil. Even after he conducted the trial with a knocking sound on the walls and floor, it was so dense that it made Cryll think that there was no other way but to go straight ahead.

"I think I should, but …."

Cryll sat up and leaned against the wall, letting the tiredness close his eyes naturally.

He's been moving too much today. There was almost no energy left to continue the journey down this very long road.

The fainting he had experienced earlier also did not relieve his fatigue in the slightest. It increases the pain in his head.

For now, he will rest for a while.

Cryll let out a heavy sigh and took out a bamboo bottle from his supply bag. He then used water magic to fill the bottle, then drank the entire contents in almost one gulp.

though all very dubious until now, Cryll has no other choice but to continue on the journey.

In fact, he had hoped that he would be transferred to the Mist Garden which was a silent witness to Noelle's disappearance. But hoping it would happen is a waste now. He somehow gets to a place he never explored before, and not necessarily this will guide him to find Noelle.

(True, I must .. send them a letter ...)

Before Cryll could do as he thought, his eyes had already closed, and his consciousness was slowly disappearing.

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How long has he been walking? His internal clock had been quite chaotic ever since he entered the dungeon, and he did not even know if it was currently day or night outside.

All Cryll did since a few hours ago was just keep walking, down the granite corridor accompanied by the light from the torch that continues to churn.

It was unknown how far he had to go, but Cryll had a premonition that if this continued, then he would go crazy.

His physique was already quite tired by just continuing to walk, and his mentality had also become increasingly unstable as there was nothing but a torch accompanying his journey.

Cryll deliberately did not use body reinforcement because it would drain his magic energy. In addition, he had to skimp on unexpected situations that could happen at any time.

At this stage, walking while carrying supplies was already a difficult thing for him. Cryll just dragged his supply bag while continuing to walk in lethargy.

"Hmm? Isn't that …."

Finally, after an unknown journey of how long it lasted, Cryll sees something different at the end.

Instead of a long passageway that had no end, there was something blocking the path there.

With an enthusiastic spirit that suddenly arose, Cryll immediately ran up to the place, and immediately looked up to see the entirety of the piece.

It was a gigantic double door, about fifteen meters high.

The door was built right in the middle of the road, so there was no way for Cryll to continue the journey other than through that door.

Of course, that was his goal now.

There is nothing special about that door. It only has fancy carvings that Cryll doesn't know their meaning. But, there were two lines that were like being the frame for that door. And actually, those two lines made Cryll feel uncomfortable.

"Do I have to push this? "

Cryll frowned as the thought crossed his mind.

It was not impossible to forcefully open the door with brute force, but from anywhere it was difficult. The door was so big and thick, that just by touching it Cryll knew it was heavy.

It would be easier if there was something that could be used to open the door automatically. However, Cryll's investigation into this place found nothing that could trigger the opening of that door.

Which meant, he could only open it manually with his own strength.

Cryll strengthened the bandage twists on his hands, and injected magic energy throughout his body, activating body strengthening magic.

As soon as he was ready, he immediately placed both of his palms on one of the doors, then took a deep breath.

"Well, here it is …."

His arm muscles instantly tightened, and his hand seemed to crumble slightly. His legs also had swelling due to the muscles suddenly contracting.

Although it was all painful, Cryll did not stop. He violently expended all his strength to push that door. Then—

"Eh? T-wait–! "

Either he is too strong, or the door is too weak. Without him noticing, the door had opened wide, and all the power he had put out to push it before had now disappeared in vain, becoming the impetus that caused Cryll to lose his balance.

A loud noise along with a small bang appeared as Cryll landed his palms on the floor, and the floor ended with a large crack as if unable to withstand Cryll's strength.

"What's going on? "

Cryll woke up, amazed to see the door that had opened. His hand then grabbed the other door that was still closed, and swung it casually.

Unexpectedly, the door moved with great ease, as if it had no weight at all. Cryll was left agape as he discovered that fact.

(Do I just need to expend my strength in a short time to open this door? )

He remembered very well that this door had previously been very heavy, but now it was as light as cotton.

That is, the power needed to open this door is only as a 'requisite of eligibility'. Once the power of the person opening the door is enough, the door will automatically lose most of its weight, and become light in that person's hands.

Whatever it is, Cryll doesn't care.

The torches displayed around the room instantly lit up, and the occasional crackling of flames made Cryll focus even more deeply on everything around him.

The room was circular in shape, with a diameter of about forty meters or even more.

If Cryll was given a two-word ration to reveal the contents of this room, then he would say 'extraordinary'.

How not? There are dozens of giant statues, shaped humanoid and wearing different armour. Each of them also held different items to each other; some held large swords with two hands, one-handed swords, bows and arrows, mace, spears, shields, etc, and many more. In fact, there are also those who hold luxury musical instruments such as harps.

At the center of it all, the one Cryll caught the most attention was a giant rectangular stone slab—an inscription, with ancient language carvings on its surface.

Cryll approached the inscription, and began to analyze it from its peak.

There were pictures, a great many images carved directly on the surface of the stone.

The first image is of a person holding a spear, hand in hand with another person holding a long sword.

In another image, the person with the spear thrust his spear into the chest of a giant figure that was fully carved with a random shape, while the one with the sword thrust his sword right into the neck of the giant figure.

The third image shows the previous two now holding hands on an altar, with a large crystal hovering above them.

Those three images alone had already spent a single line on the inscription. Cryll then continued looking at the second line.

There, the figure of the person with the spear was alone. And in another picture, the man with the spear thrust his spear into the other person who was being crucified. There was a sword stuck beside the cross.

"Did he ... execute his partner? "

That was what Cryll understood after seeing the fourth image. The two figures were probably comrades, who fought together to fight against the unknown figure described as the giant. But, why did the person with the spear end up executing his own comrade? Moreover, by being crucified first?

To understand it, Cryll looks into another image. There, the person with the spear stood alone, overlooking the ruins of the gigantic building that was also carved roughly on the rock.

In another image, the same figure, still holding a spear, was facing another set of people with different depictions; some were tall, some were fat, some were thin, and some were dwarf. In fact, there were also those who had one small wing on their back.

The next image, the person with the spear seemed to join the group, but the image after it came as a surprise even to Cryll himself.

The person with the spear returned alone, with the spear carved carelessly in his hand. The following picture shows the person with the spear facing another person, who is holding a sword with a very long blade, and slightly curved.

That's the last picture. It's barely enough for Cryll to understand the point. He demanded to add pictures.

His eyes then turned on the first inscription carved just below the image.

"The forgotten hero …? "

There was still one more word carved, but Cryll could not see it.

Not because it was destroyed, or because of any other problem. But, Cryll really couldn't just see it.

Like there was something blocking Cryll from seeing the next word of that sentence.

(What's going on? )

Cryll frowned, and switched on the last line of the sentence in the inscription.

It was engraved with a kuni language that the lines Cryll could not remember. However, lucky that he had learned it, he could remember what language it was.

Ancient Minerva. That's the name.

Cryll saw the letters engraved there according to the letters in the Old Minerva language he had studied with Noelle and Norman.

However, he himself did not remember much of the language. Only limited to the introduction of letters and the shape of the word only.

Not stopping there, Cryll kept trying to remember the Old Minerva language he had learned. If he remembered, then deciphering it all would not be a complicated matter.

Cryll pays attention word by word, and letter by letter to understand and remember its meaning, but fate wills another.

The giant door behind him quickly closed, leaving Cryll alone in the middle of a room filled with this statue.

As if unsatisfied toying with him, each of the statues around had a sparkling golden light appear around their foreheads, and slowly they began to move.

"Oh no, is this what I think it is? "

Cryll froze in a state of panic, and one of the statues had stepped his foot out of where he had stood before. This made Cryll shocked and returned butu-hustle deciphering the sentence on the inscription.

There was no way out here, but he could only hope on this inscription himself. If deciphering her sentence could take her out, then Cryll would happily do that.

One by one the statues moved closer to him, even though it was at a fairly slow pace. But the sound of a bang produced every step of their way makes Cryll more consumed with anxiety.

(A little more! I almost remember it! )

Cryll tries to stay calm by ignoring all the statues behind him, but still his natural instincts are hard to refute.

He reflexively jumped up as he sensed the presence of projectiles approaching from behind. Apparently, it was an arrow made of light. The shooter was a statue with a bow in his hand.

The arrow from the light disappeared, and Cryll refocused on deciphering the sentence on the inscription.

Little by little he managed to decipher it, but the time was too long. The statue with the melee weapon was already getting closer to him.

(That's it! )

Cryll was about to scream and jump in excitement as a myriad of understandings flowed into his head. He could already decipher all those sentences!

He really wanted to show his pleasure now, but it was clear that the current situation was not possible.

(OK I have to finish this first! )

Cryll swallowed back his excitement, and focused on the inscription.

Slowly, his mouth moved, giving off his usual voice, but accompanied by the appearance of waves of unknown energies.

"The cold thorny sacred core. A bloody disaster that keeps moving. Guard seals the absolute prophecy on the rock."

It consists of only three verses, but Cryll has no doubt that it is the honorary name of an entity.

Before the statue with the sword was able to swing the great sword at him, Cryll's figure had already been shrouded in a warm light, before finally disappearing without a trace.

Everything in the room was then destroyed, and the fragments moved back to where they had been, forming their original form which was a statue holding a weapon.

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