[Silver Ash] - Become The Strongest In Another World
CHAPTER 309: Blood and Divination (1)

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The light disappeared, along with the scene he had seen just a moment before.

As soon as Cryll's gaze recovered, he immediately realized that he was not in the same place as before.

No more statues and giant stone boards with elaborate inscriptions. Everything had turned into a large room, extending far forward.

It was like a luxurious royal hall, with many gigantic candles shining down from each side of the wall, placed within a certain distance.

Despite the clear lighting, it remained difficult for Cryll to see what was at the end of the hall there. However, when he managed to see it, curiosity instantly struck.

There was a giant stone board at the end there, looking towering with a height that Cryll could not have foreseen.

Actually, the ceiling of this room is also strange. There was only darkness there, either because of the lack of lighting or because the distance was so far and deep that it was unable to reach the light from the giant candle.

The stone board stood majestic, as if patenting itself as the only different object in this room.

(My gut feeling is bad, but I have to check.)

Cryll glanced back, and he found nothing but total darkness. There's nothing there.

There's no other choice. He had already been sent to this place, and it seemed like continuing forward was the only way.

Cryll was ready to take out his sword at any moment as he walked up to the giant stone board.

Surprisingly, the closer he got to the stone board, the size of the stone board seemed to increase so that there was no more gap to pass through it.

A few meters before reaching the stone board, Cryll realized that there was writing engraved on the stone board. However, his gaze was a little unclear so he could not read it.

"No one, right? "

At least Cryll's detection ability doesn't capture a person's presence at all. But that is what makes him alert.

If the situation was like this, there would usually be many traps set up, and Cryll was unwilling to get caught in it.

Paying attention to the entire area as he was silent, Cryll finally made a fixed decision and began to pay attention to the path he was about to cross.

There was no way to detect the traps, but Cryll could still trust his own instincts.

He quickly and precisely jumped over a certain part, then was miraculously able to arrive before a giant stone board.

Seeing it up close made Cryll even more surprised.

"Size ... increased? No, it's not just that. The strange writing is also more and more." Cryll muttered in a low voice, still wary of traps that could have been activated by sound.

It felt like the size of the stone board had become much larger again. The sentences engraved on its surface became much more numerous than Cryll had seen before.

It was as if changes had been set on the stone board along with the steps Cryll took.

In the end Cryll chose to put that aside for a moment and focus on the content hidden in the sentence on the stone board.

All engraved words are made in a language that Cryll is not familiar with. It was neither Hermes, nor Ancient Minerva. Totally foreign. But somehow he understood it.

It's not like he's ever seen her, or anything similar. The meaning of each word engraved there was directly transferred to Cryll's mind, making him instantly understand even if it was engraved with a language he was unfamiliar with.

"Aren't I a genius? "

Able to understand a language he had never even seen. This was definitely an achievement for him. Cryll nodded proudly to himself before squinting back at the stone board.

(But ... even though I understand the meaning of the sentence, I still don't understand.)

It's much more complicated than it looks and than he imagined.

Cryll looked up at the ceiling for a moment, but it was still the same, nothing but pitch-black darkness. He reached out his hand to trace the engraving sentence on the surface of the stone.

"Fragile bubble, crushed in touch …."

" … The light will rise, from the far east …."

" … And dusk will come, from the far west."

The three sentences are just a fragment of dozens of paragraphs listed on the stone board. However, those three sentences alone were enough to confuse him.

"I don't understand. I don't think I'm a genius."

What Cryll had in mind was very simple. While the meaning of the three sentences was probably much deeper than he thought.

Amidst his confusion, Cryll could feel one drop after another of cold liquid falling to the top of his head, and flowing down his face.

Maybe it's just a leak. Or at least that's what Cryll wants to think. However, this liquid that fell on his head felt quite thick and very cold. Obviously this is not normal.

Cryll smeared his finger at the liquid that soaked his head, then saw the true form of the liquid. And in a moment, he was surprised.

The liquid on his fingertips was a deep red. Its viscosity also matched as Cryll recalled.

It's blood.

"Damn it! "

Cryll jumps far back due to reflexes, but it's really the right action to take.

Because, where he had stood before, there had been a gigantic thorn that had pierced and pierced through the floor to an unknown depth.

Looking up, Cryll was unable to see the source of the dripping blood and giant spines. However, before long, a great tremor suddenly shook the entire room and made Cryll lose his balance.

Large rocks began to fall from the ceiling which was still covered in darkness. Many of them fell down by bumping into the stone board, but the stone board did not even scratch in the slightest.

Until finally, the figure that caused it all to happen appeared.

In that situation, strangely Cryll's mind was as calm as the surface of the water in the river. However, even in that situation he could only think of a single word when he saw that figure.

'Giant'.

Body big. So large that his entire body would not fit in this huge room.

His body without destroying anything sank into the walls, floor, and ceiling. It was diving, as if all the surfaces of the walls and floor were merely optical illusions. However, Cryll himself can confirm that everything is the real thing.

The giant continued to move, passing through those walls, floors and ceilings casually.

His long body continued to move, relying on his thousands of legs to crawl like a tiny insect. However, what was in the presence of this Cryll was the opposite. That's giant.

A giant centipede.

Anyone who had a deep trauma or fear of creeping creatures would without a doubt instantly faint. And worst of all, they would kill themselves because of the heightened fear.

Because his body was too long, it was difficult to identify which was the front and back. However, it will become clear soon.

His long body continued to move by passing through every surface there was, whether it was walls, floors, or even ceilings.

Until finally, the tip of his large and long body appeared. Stop moving right in front of Cryll.

There were a pair of large, blackish-red horns located right on either side of his head. And the shape alone was enough to give Cryll a strong impression of intimidation.

The centipede has three pairs of eyes—six eyes in total which are located symmetrically on the 'face' side'. Eyes that were cold, cruel, heartless, and filled with bloodlust.

Those six eyes, directly looked at Cryll who had been sitting where he had stood before.

『Who are you?』

His loud, rough, and heartless-sounding voice echoed, making the dumbfounded Cryll unable to do anything to respond.

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It was a very different place than before.

In this place, there was nothing but a star-studded night sky and all sorts of other extraterrestrial objects. Moreover, the only one worthy of being 'object' was probably just the altar where he was sitting cross-legged right now.

Cryll sat down, face to face with a giant centipede with a monstrous appearance. His entire body was too big that this space felt so full of his presence.

"Who are you? "

Cryll didn't know what to say, but he was really curious about the figure of the giant centipede that was in front of him. That's why, inevitably, he asked.

In fact, he himself questioned there himself why he could be so bold as to ask.

As if, that extremely intimidating figure in front of him was nothing.

Despite hearing Cryll's question, the giant centipede showed no signs of answering. Instead, he just continued to look at Cryll with his whole body swaying to and fro without wanting to shut up.

Cryll was fed up with this situation and silence. And it was clearly shown by the change to his annoyed expression.

"You ask who I am, but you don't answer when I ask."

At the beginning of their meeting, Cryll had introduced himself first. He did that because he got the urge from the giant centipede that was in front of him right now.

『Bocky boy. Why should I introduce myself? I should have killed you by now.』

His voice echoed even though this place seemed to have absolutely no surface that could reflect sound.

"You're saying I'm arrogant? Isn't the real snob here you? Saying as if you could kill me anytime."

『Sure I can.』

Without Cryll noticing, the tail of the giant centipede had been behind him, ready to pierce his neck with giant thorns that look very sharp.

(I shouldn't have told you that last line.)

Of course this giant centipede-like creature could kill him at any moment. Cryll felt stupid for not realizing it.

Now the two were just silent, without saying anything.

One just sat cross-legged while awkwardly trying to take his eyes off, while the other one floated aimlessly in the air, looking as confused as Cryll.

Finally, after being fed up with the silence, Cryll repeated his question again. "Who or what are you? "

There's no answer. Even after he asked her again, the giant centipede still replied.

From previous interactions, Cryll believes that this giant centipede is able to think and speak like a human. He also spoke in a language that Cryll understood, so this shouldn't be complicated.

However, it all depends on whether the centipede is willing to answer or not. And the result, is no.

The centipede was still silent, looking solemn as he thought to himself. However, either because he was too focused on thinking alone or because he was on purpose, but the question that should only be spoken in the heart actually came to the surface until it was heard by Cryll.

『This is indeed past the time, but why exactly did this boy appear? What happened to the forecast?』

Hearing that, Cryll inevitably tilted his head.

He did not know what a prophecy meant, but he was curious.

"What forecast do you mean? "

There was no response from the giant centipede. Cryll had guessed that. That's why he's not offended. Instead, he began to think to himself about what the giant centipede had just said.

The key word is prophecy. Then, what makes the giant centipede wonder? To be clear, Cryll believes there is a problem with something the centipede believes in.

After thinking things through deeply, Cryll finally smiled faintly.

She was indeed not as smart as Noelle, and her speed in making conclusions was also far below her. But that doesn't mean he's stupid.

Cryll manifests Geist, making a human skeleton appear and protecting his body like armor. In each of the skeletal hands, there was a one-bladed sword that was curved, similar to a katana. The sword was shrouded in the same aura that the skeleton possessed.

In the next instant, an incredible flash of lightning quickly fell upon the hard and shiny scales of the centipede.

Of course, the lightning had no effect.

Cryll doesn't stop. He kept dropping lightning bolts to various points on the centipede's body. Until finally, the centipede noticed him.

The lightning from Cryll is really treated like a child toy so it hurts Cryll's self-esteem a little.

『What do you want?』

"Exposure," Cryll answered briefly.

Even Cryll realized that the answer and way of talking is too arrogant. Therefore, he wouldn't be surprised if this giant centipede in front of him directly went berserk and killed him.

However, instead of a terrifyingly powerful intimidation, that terrifying aura was precisely like a breeze for Cryll.

There really is no effect. However, Cryll believes that the centipede is the intimidation of something that will make any living creature faint.

(What's going on? )

『You ... not affected?』

Even the giant centipede was surprised by him. He had already made sure that it was strong enough to kill living creatures like mindless animals and weak humans. However, he did not expect that anyone could withstand it like a passing wind.

Cryll was completely clueless with the mindset of the creature in front of him. The creature was always silent, and looked at him occasionally. And right after giving a strong intimidation, he actually moved and surrounded Cryll as if he was observing a rare animal.

The long body of the centipede moved and wriggled around Cryll.

There was no disgusting feeling, but he could feel a very clear strangeness; it was as if his body and soul were being viewed uncensored.

And as such feelings enveloped him, Cryll instantly fell to where he was standing.

Holding his own chest, he seemed to be tightly gripping the clothes protecting his body. Of course, he did that not without reason, but because of the brutal pain that just suddenly appeared and attacked his body.

He did not know where the pain came from, but the pain was very different than when a sword pierced through his chest. This was similar to an irritation, which made him have a strong desire to pluck out his own heart.

(As if I wanted to do that! )

The geist protecting his body was increasingly emitting a powerful aura, and the two swords that were manifested together with the skeleton were enlarged.

『Hehehe …. Ahaha! Goddamnit! Turns out that's the reason! 』

The pain in his chest slowly disappeared, and the loud laughter of the centipede entered his ears.

I don't know what really happened until it made a centipede so big that it suddenly laughed. Moreover, his laughter was so loud that Cryll had to forcibly close his ears.

The laughter was still echoing, and while Cryll was busy closing his ears and minimizing the incoming sound, he was unaware that there was a fist right in his stomach. It pierced through the protection of the skeleton, and instantly unleashed all of its shock waves shortly after landing on Cryll's stomach.

At that instant, Cryll bounced far back. He could no longer think clearly. His mind had crashed far away along with the landing of that sudden blow.

Two seconds feels like eternity. He was certain that only two seconds of time had passed, but his consciousness had been drastically slowed down to receive all the incoming information all of a sudden.

(Ahh, who? )

Without letting his consciousness disappear completely, Cryll tried to see the figure that gave him the blow. But he had gone too far that the altar he had stood on before had also disappeared.

And now, he just keeps flying without knowing how far he's gone. As he came to his senses, his back had hit an invisible wall. But it was right before another blow came right into his back.

He then returned to the altar.

What kind of power could make him experience such a thing? Cryll wondered, but could not find the answer. After all, if he was really beaten up like that, then losing consciousness was a very natural thing.

Such thoughts kept coming to Cryll's mind, until he could finally see the figure of it—doer who had made him receive an extraordinary experience was flown from one point to another by being hit.

His figure could only be described with the word 'reckless man'. Her hair was dark red, with horns on both sides of her forehead. There are also very striking tattoos appearing on the face area up to his neck.

Cryll felt very familiar with his horns.

His consciousness slowly recovered, and he could clearly see the figure of the man. Winning, exactly as he noticed while still half conscious.

But thanks to his increasingly clear vision, Cryll finally managed to identify the figure.

However, before being able to ask, the figure had laughed first, not giving him a chance to say anything.

"Hehehe– I thought I could kill you right away, you're more useful than I thought."

He sniggered a little. Not feeling the slightest guilt after delivering a deadly blow to Cryll. The victim himself wondered why he was still alive after receiving the two insane blows.

"Thank you to me, Dragon King Azhar, for seeing the benefits of a small existence like yourself."

Azhar had been beside him, patting Cryll's left shoulder twice while lifting one corner of her lips up by showing a row of sharp fangs there.

"But to be fully beneficial, you are still too weak. I think I'll train you a little."

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