Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Purpose II

Slowly, both Ramis and Jake began to rack their brains to come up with a solution to open the door.

Ramis started using his Void Eyes to understand whatever he could while Jake closed his eyes, and using the Akashic Authority, he began to replay his journey from the moment he entered this shrine like a video.

He focused on every detail from the shrine, and soon he found something.

He saw that as they picked up the runic disks from the altars or anywhere else, they always had a faintly lit symbol or rune that disappeared the moment they took the runes.

Jake then opened his eyes and looked at the door, smiling as he saw the symbols matching the runes on the door.

“Ramis, I got this,” Jake said, pointing to the door. “The symbols on the altars from where we picked disks match these runes.”

Ramis turned his attention to where Jake was pointing, his Void Eyes picking up the faint remnants of the symbols. “You’re right. These symbols align perfectly with the runes on the door.”

“Let’s place the disks in the slots,” Jake suggested. “But we need to do it in the correct order. Think back to the sequence in which we found them.”

They both recalled the order in which they had collected the runic disks, retracing their steps through the trials and the symbols that had briefly glowed. Carefully, they began placing the disks into the circular segments on the door, each one clicking into place with a satisfying sound.

As the last disk was inserted, the runes on the door started to glow brightly, pulsing with an ancient energy. The massive door began to creak and groan, slowly opening to reveal the grand throne room.

The grand throne room was an awe-inspiring sight, a perfect circle of grandeur and mystery. One side of the circle was lined with statues of knights, each one intricately detailed and lifelike. They stood in a formidable row, clad in gleaming armor, with hands resting on the hilts of their swords. The craftsmanship was so impeccable that it seemed as if these knights could spring to life at any moment, ready to defend their king.

On the opposite side, statues of mages stood in silent vigil. These figures, draped in flowing robes and holding ornate staffs, exuded an air of wisdom and power. Their eyes, carved with an almost eerie precision, seemed to follow every movement in the room, as if they were assessing and judging from their stone forms.

Where the two sides met stood a grand throne, elevated on a dais. The throne was an opulent masterpiece, adorned with precious stones and intricate carvings that depicted ancient tales of heroism and magic. Sitting on the throne was a figure shrouded in a veil, obscuring their features and adding an aura of enigma. The figure’s presence commanded the room, exuding authority and mystery.

Opposite the throne was the grand door, massive and ornate, slowly creaking open. As the door parted, two heads peeked inside cautiously—Jake and Ramis. Their eyes widened as they took in the breathtaking sight, the tension palpable as they prepared to step into the throne room and face whatever awaited them. The slow, deliberate opening of the door seemed to heighten the sense of anticipation, as if the room itself was holding its breath, ready for the next chapter of their journey to unfold.

With the door now fully open, Jake and Ramis stepped into the room, ready to face whatever challenge awaited them in this final, majestic chamber.

Thud!

Two bodies fell on their faces unconscious, the figure that was once sitting on the throne standing behind the unconscious Jake and Ramis looked at them emotionlessly.

He then looked at one of the mage statue and Mage statue moved.

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After an hour

“We didn’t do anything wrong, right?” Ramis asked, looking at Jake.

“Just shut up and think of ways that could help us get out of here,” Jake said to him.

Ramis looked at the mechanical cage that had trapped them and thought, ‘Our cores are sealed. How can we even get out of this?’

Jake, on the other hand, reflected on what had happened the moment he and Ramis entered the throne room. He closed his eyes and replayed his own memory, then opened his eyes and sighed.

“No matter how many times I look, I just can’t figure out how we were knocked out and woke up in this.”

Ramis frowned, his eyes scanning the cage for any signs of weakness. “There has to be something we missed. Some trigger or mechanism that activated when we entered.”

Jake nodded. “It must be connected to the throne or the statues. The figure on the throne—did you notice anything unusual about it before we blacked out?”

Ramis shook his head. “It was shrouded in that veil. I couldn’t make out any details.”

Jake sighed again, frustration evident on his face. “We need to find a way to unseal our cores. Without our powers, we’re stuck.”

They both fell silent, deep in thought. The mechanical cage hummed softly around them, a constant reminder of their predicament.

Suddenly, Jake’s eyes widened. “Wait, the runic disks! We used them to open the door. Maybe they can also help us deactivate this cage.”

Ramis looked hopeful. “But where are they now? We placed them all in the door.”

Jake nodded. “Yes, but remember how the runes on the door glowed when we inserted the disks? If we can reactivate those runes, it might reverse whatever trap was set.”

“How do we do that without our powers?” Ramis asked.

Jake pondered for a moment. “There might be a manual override or a physical switch somewhere in this room. We need to find it. Look for anything that seems out of place or could be interacted with.”

They both began to search their confined space meticulously, inspecting every inch of the cage and the area around them. Jake’s eyes fell on a faintly glowing rune near the base of the cage, partially hidden by a piece of machinery.

“Ramis, over here,” Jake called, pointing to the rune. “This might be it.”

Ramis hurried over, examining the rune. “It looks like it could be a deactivation switch, but how do we activate it?”

Jake took a deep breath. “We’ll have to do it manually. Use whatever we have left of our physical strength and knowledge.”

Working together, they pressed on the rune, feeling it give way slightly. With a combined effort, they managed to fully activate it, and the mechanical cage began to loosen and retract.

As the cage opened, Jake and Ramis felt their cores slowly unsealing, their powers returning. They stepped out of the cage, ready to continue, but then stiffened as they heard a voice.

“You… two… were… too… slow… to… figure… this… out.”

” Though…worry..not , you have passed”

Both Ramis and Jake looked at the source of the disoriented voice and saw it was coming from a statue—or rather, a mecha that looked like a king.

The mecha’s glowing yellow eyes fixed on them, its gaze piercing through all veils and seeming to look directly at their cores. The intensity of its stare was unnerving, as if it could see the very essence of their being.

“Who are you?” Jake demanded, trying to mask his unease.

“I am the Guardian of this shrine,” the mecha replied, its voice gaining a bit more clarity. “I was created to test those who seek the legacy of the Nine Heaven King.”

Ramis stepped forward cautiously. “What do you want from us?”

The mecha king’s eyes flared briefly. “You have proven your worth by overcoming the trials, but your hesitation shows you are not yet ready to wield the true power of this legacy.”

Jake and Ramis exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of their situation. This was not just another trial; it was a final assessment of their capabilities.

“We won’t fail,” Jake said firmly. “Tell us what we need to do.”

The mecha king raised an arm, and the room began to change. The statues of knights and mages started to move, shifting into new positions, creating a complex pattern around the throne.

“To claim the legacy, you must demonstrate your mastery of both combat and intellect,” the mecha king intoned. “You must defeat my champions and solve the ultimate puzzle that guards the throne. You must prove your intellect by constructing your own mechas, and then your combat prowess by using these creations to defeat my own mechas.”

Jake and Ramis nodded hearing the King like figure instruction.

” where are the parts?” Jake asked looking around the room.

” thats something for you to figure out” The King said and then he jumped and landed near the throne, sitting back on the throne he said ” you have 24 hours to make a Machine thay can defeat my champions”

Jake and Ramis nodded, absorbing the king-like figure’s instructions.

“Where are the parts?” Jake asked, scanning the room for any clues.

“That is something for you to figure out,” the King replied, his voice echoing with authority. He then leaped back to the throne, landing with a resounding thud. “You have 24 hours to make a machine that can defeat my champions.”