Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 698

Chapter 698: The Grimoire[Compensation Chapter 2]
Felicie asked interestingly as Zeras slowly turned his head to her, an evil grin appearing on his face.

“We live on blood too. A female’s blood!” Zeras called out as Felicie’s heart rate spiked uncontrollably, her hands shooting down, her ideas skidding to a stop.

“Hahahaha. That is actually very funny…” Felicie said nervously but she only saw Zeras’s smile widen even more.

“Is it?” he said as Felicie’s pen dropped from her hands, her chest about to burst out from her ribcage when suddenly Zeras laughed out loud, turning his head away from her.

“You actually fell for it. You should have seen your face; it was just too epic,” Zeras mocked as Felicie scoffed before also laughing out loud at him.

“That actually scared me, really. Is it true though, that Otherworlders really drink blood?” Felicie asked as Zeras shook his head.

“No, we don’t feed on blood, at least I have never done so. But Otherworlders can’t be grouped under one barrier. There are some Otherworlders that are beasts, like those idiot guards from the inn. They are something I would call bears except that they have consciousness and can cultivate. Some Otherworlders are beasts, the majority of them actually, and they won’t find eating a raw human as something irritating, just like how a tiger won’t find eating raw meat as abnormal.

Some of them are aliens that are just weird, and some are your deepest horrors. It is almost impossible to classify us Otherworlders. There are just too many forms. People like me are very rare. It isn’t easy finding a human Otherworlder, at least not like how easily you will find an alien or beastly Otherworlder,” Zeras explained to her.

And truly, there were very few cultivators that were actually humans. The majority are humanoid aliens and different races that simply shared a thing or two with humans.

People who started as pure humans like him were just too rare because their potential is limited. People like Atherston and other world leaders exist but can any of them really come to the upper realms? No! The human potential for cultivation is limited. On Earth, the highest potential was the galaxy rank.

There were very few exceptions like Zeras who could climb their way up the ladder to reach the Undying Rank. And ever since Zeras had come to the upper realms, he had never sighted a human race among the thousands of clans in the upper realms.

Humans were just too few and far between. But that wasn’t a problem as Zeras really didn’t care much. He couldn’t even tell the difference between humans and aliens right now. They all were the same to him.

“I get it. So the Otherworlder is not just some race. It is more of a name that simply means those who can cultivate the special energy called Mana.

There are distinctions among them, and with those distinctions come various different manners and values. I’m starting to understand a bit…” Felicie whispered, jotting down as fast as she could.

Once she was done, she kept her pen and book before quickly finishing up her dinner.

Once she was done, she brought out a heavy mattress, laying it on the ground before quickly dozing off. The place was reduced to a deep calmness save for the sound of the cackling woods and gently burning flames.

Soon, the flames burned out and Zeras rose up from his sleeping position, staring at Felicie and confirming she was soundly asleep before rising to his feet and walking closer to the mountain.

What he had been told by Elytrion about the mountain being alive had greatly unsettled Zeras. The mountain range was just too big and it extended farther than his eyes could see.

If such a thing was alive and could move, then even he himself had no chance at all of ever surviving. Not in his current mortal state where he had no mana and none of his rings with him.

There was now something that could threaten his life in this place and that made him almost unable to sleep. Placing his hands on the mountain, it seemed no different compared to any other rock that he had touched or gotten slammed into.

There was absolutely nothing special about it.

“Could he be lying about it? I mean he had no reason to,” Zeras muttered to himself, thinking back to the little forest demon. There really was no reason why the creature should have lied. His words might very well be a lie to make him not kill it.

“If this mountain is not alive, then I will have to give that demon a thumbs up. He really is a natural-born liar.

But if this mountain is really alive, then I can only hope for the best. Hopefully, I’m able to react well and prevent our death if it ever happens to be true…” Zeras mused as he walked away from the mountain, before bringing out the grimoire.

It was the book he had obtained from the demon after properly threatening it. It was a very special book, one that had shocked Zeras even for the small split second that he had used to open it.

Summoning the book out from his spatial ring, Zeras dusted its surface away, causing dust to fly around. It seemed even the demon had not opened the book for ages.

Opening the book, a couple of sentences were written on the first pages.

“A Lost Key To The Path Of Ancient Celestials. The Path Of Word Arts….”

“Word arts?” Zeras wondered in confusion as he looked at the small notes following tha.

“The Ancient Path of Celestials are treaded by ancient beings of time past, ones whose source and energy is unknown and can never be used by anyone save for the one whom they have bestowed…”

“This is a lost tome of a specialized ancient power that have been written by a follower of one of the Celestial’s Sons.

The Grimoire of Absolute Words…”