I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Trinity
He panicked, Did the system abandon me? or did the ritual do something to our connection?

It seems even the system is scared of this entity.

The voice echoed again, “When a human like you taps into the power of God, you are labeled as a demigod.”

Julian’s eyes widened as the words cleared the fog in his mind. “My authority…” he whispered in realization.

The voice laughed, a low, mocking sound that brought him back from his thoughts. “Yes,” It paused before adding, “Or did you think you were a real god?”

The mockery in its tone made Julian feel a flush of embarrassment burn through him.

He shook off the sting of the voice’s mockery and forced himself to focus. “So what’s this ritual about? he asked.

The response was immediate, and it sent a cold shiver through his spine. “My resurrection.”

Julian instantly froze, feeling the raw fury and rage emanating from its words. It was just a simple expression of its emotion, but it seemed as if it was a real force. The sheer weight of it bore down on him, making his knees tremble as if the earth itself demanded his submission.

He felt powerless, on the verge of kneeling before the might of the presence. He gritted his teeth and channeled all his mana to resist the invisible pressure, refusing to bow even as the relentless force threatened to crush him.

The voice’s anger was not a jest, and Julian immediately understood that this was not something to be taken lightly. He knew better than to push any further.

The voice continued, its tone dripping with venom and anger. “That betraying bastard, Morthet… He really thought he could get rid of me and rule the entire existence on his own.

The fury in its words grew, and it sent another crushing wave of weight down on Julian. His body trembled under the pressure. He clenched his teeth harder, surging his aura and drawing mana from every last reserve he had. It was a battle of wills, and he wasn’t about to yield.

After what felt like an eternity, the force finally began to calm down, leaving behind a brief silence. Julian exhaled deeply in relief, his chest rapidly rising and falling, as the oppressive weight lifted.

But as the tension subsided, his mind raced. Julian’s eyes widened as the mention of Morthet struck him like a bolt of lightning. He somehow understood everything.

Morthet, the name it had spoken, was not just anyone—it literally meant death. And not just any death, but the very Destruction that ruled over death energy, the force that governed the annihilation of all things.

Julian trembled, the realization sinking in deeper with every passing second. They… they are the real Trinity.

Since mana nurtures every reality, its role is to preserve and manage. He thought to himself. So the final piece of the Trinity is preservation.

His mind struggled to process the enormity of the discovery. How did I even stumble upon this place?

The Trinity was no longer just a concept of energies, but rather three supreme beings that governed all of existence. One who created, one who preserved, and one who destroyed. The balance between them was the very foundation of reality itself.

Creation, Preservation, and Destruction.

And now, Julian stood before the living embodiment of one of them, with the power to shape everything around him. His heart raced as the weight of his position began to dawn on him.

But as the thought formed in his mind, another realization struck him, and a breath of relief escaped his lips. It doesn’t sense the Death energy inside me. That’s why it hasn’t killed me yet, he thought.

It seemed that the voice could control other elements, but not the Death energy.

The voice’s fury and rage subsided, replaced by its previous calm and cold tone. “So what do you say,” it said.

Julian smiled inwardly, the corners of his lips curling as he realized the truth of his situation. He was too deep into this to reject or run away now. The path was already set, and there was no turning back.

I might as well take part in this orgy, it seems. he thought, smile spreading across his face.

“Sure,” he replied, his heart racing with anticipation.

The voice laughed, before it slowly dissipated, leaving Julian standing alone.

After some time, Julian stepped inside the cavern and a heavy silence momentarily enveloped the space. The villagers looked around in stunned silence, their eyes locking onto him.

Dakota and Aria immediately recognized him, and Julian could see the shock etched clearly on their faces.

After a brief pause, the silence shattered. The villagers roared and growled, their voices a haunting display of fury and contempt. The sound was deafening as they expressed their disdain for him.

However, Amir raised his hands and began chanting, the ancient words echoing through the cavern, “Trikan deka this tua.”

Calm down… he is a man of God.

The language was foreign to Julian, but as the words flooded his mind, he blinked in confusion, I understand it…

The words, once incomprehensible, now suddenly made sense. The chant was calming the villagers, commanding them to calm their anger. The understanding flowed through him as if it were a part of him, not something he had learned, but something he had always known.

His heart raced, but this time, not from fear. The energy around him that was terrifying and overwhelming, now felt familiar and even comforting.

As the villagers’ anger slowly drifted away, their posture softened and their eyes lost their hostile glow.

Amir’s gaze was steady as he addressed the group again. “He will join us in our ritual.” His words carried an air of finality, as if there were no room for argument.

He then turned toward Dakota, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You will continue the ritual with him.” he commanded.

Dakota’s eyes widened in shock at Amir’s command. She took a step back and her voice trembled with disbelief. “What do… you mean, Amir?” she asked.