Dreams To Return: The God Of The Tower

Dreams To Return: The God Of The Tower
27. Memory Scrap


"We are human beings who seek justice for ourselves" Novan's deep words perfectly imprint on the woman's mind.


"What..is that possible?" Novan smiled and with his hands outstretched at Medusa he nodded. Now the Novan in front of Medusa is no longer the original Novan.


Although hesitant, Medusa finally received the helping hand, a warm feeling spread on her wrist, a feeling she had once felt when she was still a human that tickled her heart, and along with the red Light that appeared in the hands of the two, a sign that Fobetor also had, the sign of the covenant of the soul was made. But this was a very different agreement than what Fobetor did.


Medusa obediently bowed her body.


"All I have is yours, my lord"


Novan smiled and from within his body a strong dark force burst out, so much power that his body could not hold the power within itself. The pain forced him to teleport back to the inn and that was when the magic portal of summoning activated.


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Fobetor opened his eyes right in a room so familiar, it was their inn room, and right in front of his eyes Novan looked helpless. With eyes closed and a whimpering body, it was as if he was experiencing a very painful pain.


"Novan?!"


The two of them immediately approached the black-haired young man's body with a panicked face, but just a step Fobetor stepped out his heart for a moment felt like he had been pierced just like that, the pain that was also felt by Novan slowly entered him. Now Fobetor knows why summoning magic brought him here, not Novan who called him but because of the contract they made that summoning magic trigger.


In accordance with the contract oath between the two of them, each of them will feel what is happening to their bodies to each other. This means that indirectly this contract requires both of them to protect each other, and now is the time when Novan's life is threatened.


'The blood contract called me here because Novan was in danger.. Actually, what happened as long as Rian and I were gone?!' Fobetor tried to endure the pain, and with his own eyes he saw something that he could not believe, the powerful and dark divine energy just evaporated from Novan's body.


There is only one conclusion from this state, at the moment Novan is experiencing an explosion of energy in himself. What made the explosion, why and when it would destroy his body, Fobetor did not know the answer to it.


"No.. Van's.."


Fobetor tried to reach the young man but his body slowly melted and from a distance he could see the panicked Rian before the darkness just devoured him.


The terrible and deep darkness drew him further and further into the soul of Novan, making him then also know what is currently happening inside Novan.


And also the moment before it all happened..


"If I said I could create a world where you could really feel alive, would you help me?"


Fobetor witnessed the memory that Novan had stored just before he fell, now he was like a disembodied spirit, only able to watch and neither speak nor act. But even so Fobetor could see what he could not see before, right in front of his eyes the smiling Novan looked so empty.


Right behind his back, a shadow of a black-robed man with eagle wings holding Novan's shoulders, as if he was the one controlling the boy seemed to be to anyone's knowledge. He was neither a god, nor a demon nor a Spirit, but his great power made Fobetor shudder in horror.


He spoke, he acted, he moved using the body of Novan, as if he was the one who had inhabited Novan. But when the figure slowly looked towards Fobetor, it was clear that the face of the figure was very similar to Novan, more precisely like the figure of Novan who came from the future.


His face that looked more mature, with blood-red eyes that exuded an expressionless agony and fury seemed to match perfectly with the aura of darkness so powerful that it made Fobetor instantly flung down even deeper, it was as if the figure was trying to pull him somewhere.


π‘†π‘–π‘Žπ‘™, π΄π‘π‘Ž π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘—π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–?!


π‘†π‘’π‘π‘’π‘›π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘˜π‘Žπ‘’ 𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘ π‘–π‘Žπ‘π‘Ž, π‘π‘œπ‘£π‘Žπ‘›?!


Fobetor fell into a vast darkness, and right beside him he saw Novan floating in an expressionless state and empty eyes staring at a writing floating in front of him.


[Now watch one of the endings of your past]


Just when Fobetor wants to grab Novan's hand, a glint of light surrounds him and once again moves him towards Novan's past memories.


Fobetor found himself in a room with a beautiful palace feel, Fobetor knew the place. Olympus, where the Greek gods lived, but there were not only the Greek gods but the pantheon of gods from all mythologies.


π΄π‘˜π‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Žβ„Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘”π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘”π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘€π‘Ž π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘™ π‘ π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘Žπ‘˜ 𝑖𝑛𝑖, π‘‘π‘Žπ‘› 𝑑𝑖 π‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘™π‘Žβ„Ž π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘Ž.. π΄π‘π‘Ž 𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’??


π΄π‘π‘Ž 𝑖𝑛𝑖? 𝐼𝑛𝑖 π‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘– π‘Žπ‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž π‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘”..


The door of the room opened and from behind the door a completely different figure of Novan seemed to walk along with Nanaru, both of them wearing clothes that were so beautiful but opposite.


"We came to fulfill the call of the gods of the whole universe" the two bowed respectfully, something that novan could have done that seemed so natural.


"Then let's just start the trial this time"


"Nanaru and Novan, you two are human beings who have earned the honor of being able to be with us. But could one of you betray us?!"


π΅π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘”π‘Žπ‘› π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘€π‘Ž?!


π΄π‘π‘Ž π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘˜π‘Ž 𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘›π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘Žβ„Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘—π‘Žπ‘‘π‘– π‘‘π‘’π‘€π‘Ž? π‘‡π‘Žπ‘π‘– π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘˜π‘’π‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘π‘’π‘™π‘’π‘š π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘—π‘Žπ‘‘π‘– π‘‘π‘’π‘€π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Žπ‘π‘– β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘ π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘”π‘Žβ„Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘€π‘Ž..


𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒖 π’ƒπ’†π’ˆπ’Šπ’•π’– π’‚π’‘π’‚π’Œπ’‚π’‰ π’Šπ’π’Š π’„π’–π’‘π’π’Šπ’Œπ’‚π’ π’Žπ’‚π’”π’‚ 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒏?!


"The two of you have devoted your souls to us together, but we did not expect that one of you would end up betraying us.."


π΅π‘’π‘Ÿβ„Žπ‘–π‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘? π΄π‘π‘Ž π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘ π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘π‘œπ‘£π‘Žπ‘›?


"This must be a misunderstanding, where maybe we can betray your trust" said Novan.


"Silence, Novan. You are the wolf of the gods, you are also the symbol of our wings of glory and forever you must obey us..."


"With this we command you, kill Nanaru"


Silence instantly ensued and with a look of disbelief Nanaru shouted out justice, unfortunately the dark red dagger quickly tore at his neck. Novan completely obeyed the requests of the gods, laughter rang out from the gods including the figure of Fobetor who was up there.


But the real Fobetor was silent right behind Novan. And for the first time he realized something..


That the figure of a god in this world is a figure that is so cruel.


We will never be able to judge ourselves.


During this time Fobetor kept thinking that what he was doing was right with the other gods, but now his mind was completely changed, the majestic figures in front of him now felt transformed into the cruelest figures. He never imagined the views of others, because he was a god, he never felt suffering because he was a god.


But now he can really feel it.


The figure of Nanaru who could not voice his opinion, and the figure of the gods who ignored him, as well as the figure of Novan who held back his tears for killing his own friend. As if symbolizing the condition of the world that he could never see me he became a god, Nanaru the victim, Novan who is the Executor and the gods who are Judges.


It is a truly unfair world.


Fobetor could not do anything, the laughter of the gods made him nauseous, if he could he wanted to get out of there immediately, but his legs did not move at all. His eyes stared downwards, trying not to see what was next.


πΎπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘Ž 𝑖𝑛𝑖 π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘Žβ„Ž π‘Žπ‘˜β„Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ.. π΄π‘π‘Ž π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘π‘œπ‘£π‘Žπ‘› π‘—π‘’π‘”π‘Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘Žπ‘˜π‘Žπ‘› π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘–-


The sound of screaming rang out and when Fobetor raised his face he did not find the figure of Novan in front of Nanaru's eyes, but rather behind Zeus' back.


"What are you doing, god Novan?!"


"What else? Of course this is a consequence you have to pay"


Novan had stabbed Zeus in the back with the same red dagger that killed Nanaru "you think you can kill me with just that little power of yours?!" Zeus summoned his lightning bolt and with the help of another god, they cornered Novan.


Blood flowed from Novan's body and mouth, but then quickly evaporated into a red origin "indeed you think how many times have I experienced this suffering because of your curse?!" Red smoke spread throughout and one by one the gods began to have difficulty breathing.


"How long do you think I've been suffering?!"


Anger, hatred, resentment, evaporated with blood and without Fobetor realizing all around him there was only a sea of blood. His frozen feet could be moved and when he managed to find Novan, only regret he saw emanated in the young man's red eyes.


All the gods have died, and Novan stands alone on a white throne that has been stained with blood. There was no look of relief or calm, only regret and despair. Novan had freed the world from the hypocritical gods, but he did not save the world at all.


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