Arslan skidded across the ground at unimaginable speeds. Yet, defying reality, he managed to get up while still in midair. Watching reality glitch as he broke its laws was comical. Just before he slid off another mountain, he stopped by planting his feet firmly. The impact from before sent vibrations through his body, and he waited for them to subside. Meanwhile, he observed the childlike figure effortlessly drawing his leg from an Eternal’s hand.
“An Eternal?” a childlike voice resonated through the mountain.
Arslan watched as Eren and the others moved away from the peak. Selena remained composed, not responding. She assessed her options. Fighting seemed unwise; she was sure this was a Divine Child, a direct descendant of a God. Arslan also made the connection, but the question remained—why was he here?
The kid placed his hand behind his back and looked Selena in the eyes. Despite his appearance, no one dared to laugh because of his strength.
Not wanting to stay out, Arslan jumped back toward the mountain. He looked at the kid, who assessed him in return. “A Celestial’s progeny?” the kid asked doubtfully.
Can he sense my Divinity and Bloodline? Arslan wondered. “I’m not sure,” he replied. The kid smiled.
“I get it, I get it. You’re not telling me so your parents don’t know you came here in case they ask me. And you’re supposed to be a grown man. At least you’re a cultured fellow,” he said, nodding after examining Arslan’s casual outfit. “My name is Dynamos.” His eyes, dark at first, turned white as he looked above Arslan’s head. He furrowed his brow but quickly returned to normal. “Come on now, Arslan, take your subordinates and let’s go. We wouldn’t want to arrive late.” He turned toward the entrance.
No one had any clue what was happening. However, this seemed beneficial for the group, and they exchanged looks. They were in a situation far beyond their understanding, and it was better to string along with Dynamos.
Arslan joined Dynamos and asked, “How did you know of my bloodline?”
The kid looked at him and said, “Because you didn’t hide it. Also, your existence is too messy, like you escaped from home and trained improperly. What a strange fellow. What is your Divinity anyway?”
“Domination,” Arslan replied. The kid stumbled, not with his feet but with his entire being. He looked at Arslan with pity.
“Well, you’re really one unlucky fellow. Sorry for your loss. The Celestial of Domination died a long time ago to outside forces. First Divine to actually die. Still, it must have reincarnated and given birth to you. Hehe, I will earn much from this information.”
Arslan regretted answering when he saw Dynamos rubbing his hands like a dragon spotting treasure. He also understood his mother’s situation but felt helpless. He could only relay this to his father and let him handle it.
“Then your bloodline isn’t from that Celestial.” Dynamos gave him a strange look, glanced above his head again with the same eyes, and seemed even more puzzled. What was he seeing?
“Your parent must have paid a lot to bestow that bloodline upon you. Unfortunately, it seems it’s more suitable for females, and you can only gain benefits through your wife and children. Actually, they are the ones who gain the most while you merely provide.” Dynamos continued to scrutinize the space above Arslan’s head, making him feel awkward. “Oh, never mind. Your Divinity actually transformed its nature somewhat to adapt to you. It’s really mysterious. You will fit well with our club.”
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This gave Arslan much to ponder. Dynamos was truly a golden goose, and Arslan longed to delve into his mind, but reason held him back.
He looked back to see everyone following along the path they had taken, which was not a path at all. They jumped down each time something blocked their way to reach the bottom of the mountain.
“I thought you guys wanted to forcefully enter the dimension, so I planned to beat you down. Otherwise, you would have died. Who knew you were like me, just wanting adventure?” The kid giggled as if he had made a joke, but no one understood. They had indeed intended to forcefully reach wherever this place was, which, as Dynamos mentioned, should be a dimension.
After a few minutes, they finally reached a point where they could see a dark path leading into one of the caves. Dynamos led the way, and they all followed.
As they reached the dark path, space shimmered and a being formed out of nowhere. He too wore casual clothes and asked, “What is the password?”
Dynamos looked above the being’s head and answered, “224793,” and with that, the being disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. “Follow me,” Dynamos continued forward. Arslan questioned the shady methods Dynamos had used. “Is that an ability you used on us?”
“Yes, it’s a Karmic Divine Art. I can learn pretty much anything about a being as long as they aren’t powerful enough to block it.”
“Divine Art?” Arslan blurted out. It was the first time he had heard the term.
“Haven’t you heard of the Immortals who can fight even Divines?”
Arslan nodded, and Dynamos continued, “How do you think that could happen? Through the Divine Arts. It’s the peak method for using Innate Energy. Even Divines use it because they want other methods in their arsenal besides their Divinity. Only Celestials and above can create them unless a being is heaven-defying enough to create them as Immortals.”
“What’s the difference between a Path and abilities devised through it and Divine Arts, then?”
“If you take me as your teacher, I will answer that and much more. I can even give you my Karmic Divine Art,” Dynamos answered and smirked, his hands still behind his back. He looked oddly cute in a white toga with short dark hair and eyes. He was at most one meter tall, similar to Arslan’s height when he was three.
Arslan just shook his head and didn’t answer. “At least I tried,” Dynamos replied. Finally, they saw light at the end of the darkness. The closer they got, the more comprehensible it became. At last, Dynamos went through the light gate, and Arslan followed.
They entered a large room filled with different tables and games, with a stage where singers and dancers performed. Every type of being was present, from indescribable beings with tentacles to avatars of Divines.
The group gazed at everything with wonder, not understanding how this place could exist. Even Arslan was clueless, and he planned to ask his father once he got out of here, though a part of him suspected his father wouldn’t know either. They listened to the music performed by a woman in revealing clothes, her singing captivating everyone. After all, it wasn't every day you could see a Divine perform. Even Dynamos was doing footwork of a dance and shaking his head to the rhythm while checking her out. Was this the adventure he was talking about? Arslan wondered.
From the right, a beautiful woman with human features approached and said, “Dynamos, come to big sister.”
“You aren’t my sister, lady. Give up. You’re old enough to be my mother. Don’t you have any shame?”
“If you were older, I would have become something else,” she said, swiftly kissing Dynamos on the cheek and laughing as he blushed.
“Welcome to Out of Boundaries, new guests.” Arslan and the group nodded as if everything was normal. She continued, “Dynamos, I’m guessing you’re giving a referral for their membership?”
Dynamos nodded and said, “Arslan here is a fellow Celestial Child, and these are his subordinates.” Arslan had no intention of correcting him. Just go along with it, he thought.
“My, my, our Prince of Power has finally made friends,” she said, extending her hand towards Arslan. “My name is Citri.”
Arslan shook her hand and said, “Arslan. Nice to meet you.”
She winked and said, “Nice to meet you too, handsome,” then acknowledged the others with a simple nod. “There are several rules here, and I’m sure Dynamos will handle that. Here’s the token that will let you enter and leave whenever you want.” She produced a silver coin of sorts, and those who gazed at it could feel the Boundaries disappearing, as if without supervision, it could escape from reality into the unknown.