Chapter 667: [Leviathan(3)]

As of this moment, all eyes were focused on Asgard.

The members of the Norse Clan looked at the figure emerging from within the large sphere of water in disbelief.

“Is it because of him…?” The hearts of each and every member of the Norse Clan were filled with incredible shock. The mother-daughter; Eerika and Elena both gaped, and Princess Ilse gasped.

As for the God Tyr, his mind was reeling, and he stared in shock.

It was at this point that the figure within the sphere of water, slowly descended with his eyes still closed. However, unlike before, he was now around the age of 15 to 16 years old and his waist-length black hair ha some strands of blue especially at the bottom of his hair as well as his sideburns.

Black metallic shackles on both his wrists and ankles could be found with chains dangling on it. A long briskly draconic tail swaying behind him.

On top of his skin, several draconic scales could be found. Even his cheeks have as well as forehead—giving his handsome face even more attractive allure. He was within the blob of water but his clothes are not wet nor his hair or skin.

Then, the Frozen Throne slowly materializes behind him—and the aura of heaven and earth, started getting thicker and thicker, and the atmosphere grew colder, domineering, evil and demonic--the 4 different auras surrounding ‘Allen’s body.

He then started to shudder slightly as several bluish rays of light emitted from within the Frozen Throne, flickering above his body.

At the moment that all of this ended, Heaven and Earth rumbled so intensely that it seemed as if the air itself would split.

Power seemingly capable of destroying all life surged out. It was as if some sort of Heavenly God were concealed within the clouds, looking down at the lands, roaring amongst the cloudy sky. As the roaring echoed out, the clouds suddenly turned azure, as blue as the ocean. Instantly, everything up above was oceanic blue.

It was as if the clouds themselves were bearing witness to the awakening of a new God.

The Heavens rumbled as the red Thunderclouds surged as if there were a mighty army marching within them.

Booms could be heard that shook the land, filling all of Asgard.

The area encompassed by the Thunderclouds expanded out past Asgard into the cloudy sky. They were matchlessly large, and the minds of the people from within the Norse Clan were filled with something like the crashing of lightning as they watched.

In that instant, shocking thunder crackled, and the Thunderclouds churned.

Countless blue and golden bolts of lightning danced about in the clouds, emanating a terrifying aura. At the same time, the Thunderclouds continued to expand out into the dark sky. They sped out like a charging army, rumbling, growing larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like some bizarre Demonic sign.

Everything shook violently!

Crack! Boooom! Then, a lightning bolt strike Allen and following after, on his forehead, a black word “King” slowly appeared. On his skin, a layer of black tattoos slowly formed, below that a layer of grey, similar tattoos could also be seen.

The 2 layers of tattoos seemed to have formed a 3D image as if an alive dragon and they covered his whole body all the way to his face even. This phenomenon carried on for almost an hour, until all the colors slowly faded away, sinking back into Allen’s body, and the tattoos on his body also disappeared consequently.

The original ashy gray skin color of Allen seemed a lot paler than before, and his facial features seemed to be a lot more handsome now. As the clouds churned, and simultaneously, began to visibly shrink and faded—Wooble, Wooble—Allen’s motionless body swayed and then started falling down.

“Sol!!” Eerika cried out in anxiety and immediately rushed over; however, someone was much faster than her—

Catch! Princess Ilse appeared just below him and caught the falling figure.

“How is he?!” Eerika asked worriedly. She seemed to have already forgotten her past animosity against Princess Ilse.

“His breath is steady and his vitality is growing stronger—he’s fine!” Princess Ilse responded gently despite her unchanging cold expression. However, if one looks closely, within her gaze was a gentleness that cannot be ignored as she stared at the person within her hands. It’s not a clone anymore—but a real Incarnation…!

You can even say it was now almost the real person himself!

Though, as of the real person... wherever he was now, he would answer her after he woke up.

Eerika heaves a sigh of relief as she gently traced ‘Allen’s cheeks. He didn’t look like a kid anymore but almost the same age as him. He was now extremely similar to the one she had remembered.

… …

At the sun and sky regain its brilliance, Allen, or should the right name would be ‘Schwarz’ fingers twitched, as he slowly regained consciousness.

“I’m… not dead?” ‘Schwarz’ opened his eyes with a start, only to see an unfamiliar white ceiling. “Where am I?” he asked frowning.

“…you don’t remember anything?”

Suddenly a voice responded from beside him. ‘Schwarz’ hazy mind snapped clear and his head turned towards the owner of the voice. Familiar yet at the same time, unfamiliar…

“Who are you?” Schwarz’ asked. But for some reason, the moment doubt and suspicion appeared within him, it was immediately washed away, like a taint washed over by water—disappearing immediately. And this caused ‘Schwarz’ to feel shocked. As cautious as he could be, why would he easily trust this person, who, he was certain to have met for the very first time?

The owner of the voice was a young girl around the age of 15 to 16 years of age. She had gleaming eyes and straight teeth and very delicate features. Her skin was powdery, her brows were perfectly shaped, and her long golden hair draped straight down her back, reaching to her waist. She was wearing a light blue palace gown that hugged her body tightly, accenting her tiny waist and curvy hips. Like a female heroine that just marched out of a painting, her temperament was extraordinary.

Her visage was, of course, beautiful without a doubt. Honestly speaking, the woman that could make him think that she was exceptionally beautiful was already rare in this world. But this girl still made him think she was extremely, exceptionally beautiful. This kind of beauty could no longer be described with words, any praising flowery languages would only undermine her looks, perhaps using 'a beauty that brings calamity to he empire and the people' could barely use to describe her beauty.

Those silks and satin-like golden hair as if each strand was molded from pure gold, and those sea-like deep blue eyes, and that fine and exquisite facial features, every one of them was God's masterpiece. Even her figure as well was very sexy with a perky chest and a tiny waist. She developed well. Her curvy breasts and hips made her not seem like a young girl at all.

As he checked out the girl before her, the latter was checking him out as well. With a beautiful and gentle smile hanging on her face, which was quite unusual, even for her, which she has done only in order for him to not be on guard against her, the young girl’s eyes never left the boy’s face.

His brows straight, lips red, teeth pearly, and his hooded jacket was black as obsidian, complementing his hair which was also black as ink. However, strands of beautiful azure could be seen on it and because of the original color of his hair, the blue strands of hair becomes even more conspicuous and attractive. As if he was an immortal who descended to the mortal world, he had a refined handsomeness about him that made him stand out wonderfully.

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In fact, the more she looks at him, the more she liked his current face and expression. She just can’t get enough watching him—the man she had longed for day and night to return to her side.

Her most beloved…husband.

“…Have you not really remembered me…?”

However, although she had already prepared herself after hearing his loss of identity and memory but hearing it coming from him was still a very painful experience, as if her heart was being stabbed and ripped apart.

‘Schwarz’ frowned but when the moment he saw her face so downcast and full of sorrow, for some unknown reason, he was affected as well—thinking, I don’t want to see her like this. I don’ want to see her cry—these kinds of thoughts filled his mind like a bomb suddenly exploding within it. He felt his heart shook, and sensing those bitter and astringent feelings coming from the girl, his expression involuntarily softened.

Why? This question never appeared as he immediately felt panic. This kind of feeling was similar to the one when he was before Hel but a bit different...

To him, Hel has this kind of intimacy straight from the soul, as if they were connected through soul and heart and that it would never change no matter how many lifetimes they experience. If one disappeared the other remaining person would find no hope in living and desire destruction as well—or something along those lines.

But to this girl before him, rather than connected to the soul it’s as if it’s a duty and obligation to love her, to care for her. Completely strange and unfamiliar yet at the same time, very, very familiar. It sounds unpleasant but it was not, as if his heart naturally surrender to her—or something like that. However, the fact that he was attracted to her—that is certain.

But who was she for him to appear such feelings and affection…?

“I…Ahm…I, this…” ’Schwarz’ didn’t what to say and his speech and words turned incoherent. He was panicking even more than he imagined.

Seeing his expression, the blonde young girl let out a giggle. “It's fine… memories are not as important as you being here right now.” she muttered, startling ‘Schwarz’.

“So we really do know each other…?”

“Far from just knowing each other…” The blonde young girl replied with a warm smile.

“What do you mean…?”

“After all, we are…” Suddenly, the young girl paused for a moment. She seemed to have thought something, considering it for a while, she nodded her head and continued, “…on another thought, this should be better I think…”

“Huh?”

The blonde young girl smiled happily, “What I mean is that there’s no need to fret over the past. Since you have forgotten everything, it’s probably better to leave it as it is. In that case, we can start anew—”

I don’t think that’s something you should consider and decide for yourself…! ‘Schwarz’ yelled inwardly. However, seeing the blonde young girl’s firm expression, he concluded that there’s already nothing he could do to change her decision. Besides, why would he fret over this matter—let that idiot of a brother, deal with this when he came. Although he was somewhat curious, he was a simple person, and would never care about these things, knowing his evident end.

“Your name… what is your name?”

“…right now, I go by the name Ilse, so you should just call me that.” The young blonde girl responded with a beautiful smile. She then walked over, sitting at the edge of the bed and stared at him, tussling his hair. “Since you’re not going to use your former name, it would be unwise for me to do it as well. I heard you go by the name, Allen…? Nice to meet you, Allen…” She looks at him like a big sister would to her little brother.

‘Schwarz’ was startled by the sudden change in the situation and couldn’t help but smile wryly. “Ilse…huh…hmm, nice to meet you…” he shrugs. Feeling familiarity and strange closeness at her. “Ah right…where is Eerika?” he asked as his gaze roamed around the room, finding no one except for the blonde young girl; Ilse before him. He was certain that he was still within Asgard after releasing his perception. However, because of several powerful presences within the area, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint who is who…

“It seems like you really liked that girl…” Ilse muttered with a wry smile.

“Rather than liking, it’s more…like love,” ‘Schwarz’ smiled faintly. To this, he was never embarrassed to admit it.

Although he was sure that he was somehow influenced by ‘Allen’s feelings and emotions, still, it's negligible. During his stay in this city, he had grown a liking towards the adorable girl and the real desire to protect her surge through him like a boiling magma. However, he wasn’t that naïve, the one she loves was the real ‘Allen’ and he knows this—not like he can’t help anything about it. He was nothing but a passerby in her life—though, a very special passerby as he still possesses a chance to be with her forever—

Though he would not be him by that time anymore...

“Hmmm…” Ilse smiled faintly as she continued to stroke his hair gently, “She’s quite fortunate, I see…”

“… you won’t say anything?” ‘Schwarz’ asked, curious. Although he doesn’t want to appear conceited or narcissistic, this girl before him certainly has some kind of past with him, that he just couldn’t remember for some unknown reason—

“Why would I? You have always been quite a charmer—if I worry about every little thing, I would not be able to dream about you these past countless years! I would have spent my days worrying about your affairs, I go insane,” She replied lightly with a faint smile.

“… …” ‘Schwarz’ was…quite shock after hearing her nonchalant words.

She’s quite broadminded.

'Schwarz' felt amused.

“Anyway, as for your little girl, she was just here a few seconds before you woke up. However, her mother dragged her out, seemingly needing something from her. Well, the God Continent is currently not safe anyway, there’s nothing strange about it. All the God Clans is now facing impending doom, something extremely difficult to avoid—”

“But we don’t have a choice. If we don’t do something about it and just wait for that despair to come, nothing will change.” 'Schwarz' muttered with a shrug.

“So you’re really going to intervene in this chaos?” Princess Ilse furrowed her brows.

“Do I have a choice?” ‘Schwarz’ smiled wryly. “I have someone to protect, and that someone wanted to protect something desperately, and so I can only follow. Besides, this war is not something unrelated to me…”

“Are you talking about your counterpart…?”

“It’s him, alright… if a family went astray, only a family member is needed to smack his face and force him to correct his way. Vergil is out there, waiting for me, wanting to devour me. It’s not my style to just wait for my death…”

“Well, I guess you’re right…” Princess Ilse nodded his head. “I should have expected this—you have always been like this.” She smiled wryly.

Talking to her, ‘Schwarz’ can’t help but feel as if they have talked like this often as well. There’s no sense of distance, nor strange over-familiarity. How normal in a weird sense…

For a while, ‘Schwarz’ and Princess Ilse unexpectedly got along and talk about things warmly and peacefully with each other. Things such as Allen’s experience up until now, whether it was in the mortal world or the Celestial Realm, albeit excluding about the facts that he was a transmigrator from a previous timeline, as well as the recent happenings in the Celestial Realm.

Passing and killing the time, they talked a lot of things happily. What will Allen do in the future, where he was staying, his current family, his past; all of these things became their topic as they engrossed themselves in this precious moment.

Laughing out loud while telling jokes, ah~ how precious this time is.

'Schwarz' even has some thoughts of wishing for this time to stop forever. Princess Ilse was extremely beautiful. Probably, even more, compare to Eerika, Eliade, Ava and the others who can be considered beautiful among those he had met and loved. Her golden hair was like strands of precious gold as they swayed in the wind and bestowed a halo by the light. Her beautiful face was enchanting and every action she makes has the aura of femininity, serene and full of mild temperament.

‘Schwarz’ may not know who she really is or what kind of place she has in his life but…at this very moment, he knows that Princess Ilse was never his enemy—or someone who would hurt him. He has no proof but he could feel it, could sense it—she was closer to him like Hel was, though in a completely different way.

While spending time with Princess Ilse, ‘Schwarz’ slowly inspected his current condition. At this moment, he could clearly feel that he was somewhat different from before. The life energy from his body seemed much more powerful and abundant. He even felt his body was a lot lighter than usual. He gently touched his skin and feeling it even smoother than before. Even his senses had improved over ten times, while his brain processing speed had increased almost a hundred times.

His aura radiated out brightly, and not the slightest bit of Death aura could be sensed on him. He had the aura of a Demi-God, the type that, if it exploded out, could cow all Heaven and Earth. It seems like ‘he’ really did send his incarnation to him…!

Inside his body, he can also feel a surge of violent life energy. It was none other than the draconic soul—!

The [Leviathan]!