The next morning, Luke realized something was wrong when he found that Ross, who usually stayed up all night watching TV, hadn't woken up.
Ross was "hibernating" again.
He had no idea how long it would sleep this time.
"Why does this guy suddenly take a nap every once in a while? I hope he won't cause trouble again when he wakes up. I have to be on guard in advance," Luke thought to himself in confusion.
After a moment's hesitation, Luke left Ross at home. Then he put on his schoolbag and went to school as usual.
Ross, who was sleeping in the fish tank, had a strange dream in a trance...
In the void, a vast, giant circular platform was floating quietly.
If someone stood on it, they would have the illusion that the ground was endless, as if this was the entire world.
In the depths of the unreachable void, a glowing star was suspended alone, emitting insignificant light and heat. Endless darkness enveloped the circular platform, stretching into the abyss of time and space.
Suddenly, there was a burst of light.
As a sudden flash of light appeared on the circular platform, a blurry figure stood there silently.
The figure was swallowed by the darkness, as if it had merged into one with it.
Then, another brilliant light flashed, and another figure descended onto the round platform.
The third, the fourth, the fifth...
One by one, behind Sumeru, figures of different sizes and auras appeared, standing around the circular platform.
The largest one seemed to be able to reach the end of the world just by stretching its body...
The one with the strongest aura appeared, and the light dissipated, the void shattered, and his body was surrounded by radiant particles, entwined with endless chaos in an eternal cycle…
At that moment, two more rays of light appeared one after the other.
A massive giant octopus suddenly materialized on the platform. In an instant, countless tentacles began to dance ferociously in the air. Thick and long tentacles covered in barbs blanketed the sky, distorting the light and casting broken shadows.
Then, a tall figure walked out.
At the same time, a woman's soft voice called out:
"Ross."
The woman was wrapped in a large cloak as black as night. She walked gracefully, holding a scepter in her hand. The end of the scepter glowed with magical light, making her particularly eye-catching on the vast circular platform.
She was the size of a normal human, but standing before the colossal octopus, she appeared extremely petite.
Yet, her presence was as commanding as that of the giant octopus.
The octopus simultaneously fixed its many green eyes on the woman. It spoke in a steady voice filled with wisdom:
"Held."
At this moment, there were thirteen figures of various shapes on the circular platform.
Each one stood in a circle, facing the center of the table and looking at each other.
The woman scanned the group.
Under her left eye, a crystal tear formed by magic never dried up, adding an eerie touch to her striking beauty.
She was Crying Eyes Held.
The Second Apostle, the God of Magic, the Ancestor of All Magic.
Looking at these figures of different shapes, Held spoke in a calm, gentle voice:
"Everyone is here, so let's begin."
"Held!"
A rough and deep voice shattered the silence:
"If you summoned us here just to spout more of your sweet talk, then I've heard enough! Unless what you say next actually interests me!"
From the darkness, a towering and muscular man stepped forward, his gaze filled with arrogance and mockery. His entire aura exuded contempt and disdain for anything weak.
Tyranny and arrogance—these were the essence of this man.
Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, the strongest in the Dragon Kingdom and the former Ninth Apostle.
His words provoked another response.
A tall, devil-faced figure with a ferocious expression emerged from the shadows.
"Held, tell me your plan, though I doubt I'll care much for it. If you want my support, you'd better convince me and keep your promise. I live for the thrill of duels—so long as you can find me a worthy opponent..."
On the left side of this devil-faced man's waist, two long swords always hung side by side. Only those who had fallen before him understood how sharp those blades were.
Conqueror Casillas, the Bloodstained Iron, the Fourth Apostle!
Despite their intense questioning, Held's expression remained serene.
She slowly raised her radiant scepter and lightly traced it through the air.
Countless specks of fluorescent light silently appeared at the center of the platform.
They twisted and converged, gradually forming a complex and intricate blueprint in the middle of the table.
"This is..."
The violence in Tyrannosaurus King Bakar's eyes momentarily faded. He fixated on the colorful image before him.
This wasn't his area of expertise, so he turned his gaze to the side—to a short figure still enshrouded in darkness.
Bakar considered the situation thoughtfully.
"What is this?" Casillas asked in his gruff voice.
"This is a blueprint," Held explained calmly. "It is our final hope to escape the cycle of fate. To break free from the grip of destiny, we must transcend it and reach an entirely new world line. There, the end of our world will no longer be dictated by the Great Will. There, we will finally attain true freedom."
"What do we have to do?" Casillas asked as he stepped closer to the platform, eyes locked onto the glowing design.
"The world beyond is an unknown. Even the Great Will cannot perceive or locate it. A vast, unbreakable dimensional wall separates our world from that one. We must first breach this wall. Until that happens, everything else is meaningless," Held elaborated.
"Just tell me what to do," Casillas demanded.
Held responded, "We must unite the power of all Apostles. This blueprint will construct a weapon—one designed to carry a portion of each of our thirteen powers. Once we have gathered these energies, we will require a vessel, a carrier, to break the barrier for us from the other side."
"I'll contribute. Held, this had better be worth it!" Casillas declared without hesitation.
"This requires unanimous consent. No one can be absent. The other side is an entirely different realm—none of us have ever been there, not even me. It is our only chance for freedom.
"After all that has happened, you may not trust me, but this is our last and only opportunity."
With those words, Held fell silent.
She turned her gaze back to the dazzling blueprint, waiting for the others to decide.
For countless ages, the Thirteen Apostles had proven they could not be destroyed by external forces. Their existence was a never-ending cycle.
They had long stood beside the Great Will, yet they had grown weary of this endless repetition.
Now, this was the only door open to them.
Beyond it lay rebirth.
A voice, steady and deliberate, finally broke the silence. The Apostles turned toward its source.
It was the gigantic octopus.
The Eighth Apostle, Master of a Thousand Weapons—Long Legs Lotus.
"Explain what you mean by 'carrier.' What exactly does this accomplish?" Ross asked in a deep voice.
(TL: Again I the name of Lotus ro Ross)
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