“I love you Baraquiel and I do want to be intimate with you. But not like this. You’re not in the right state of mind right now.”
She lovingly rubbed the back of his head.
“I don’t want our first time to be on a table of all places, after all~.”
“...”
Thankful for how she quickly forgave him and for the subtle attempt at humour, Baraquiel hugged her.
“Thank you…”
He held her tightly.
“Thank you…Alicia.”
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“You…”
“...trained like I had deathwish. And that, Sister Aurelia, is why I am proud to be stupid. Because a stupid decision may have potentially-no. It did save my life. Because that stupid decision made the Igor von Dimori of today. That moment of thoughtlessness, of sheer idiocy, changed my life forever. If I was smart, I wouldn’t have done what I did. I would’ve thought things through.”
He walked over to Aurelia and looked into her eyes.
“You wanted to know how I survived? That is how I survived sixty years alone. By being stupid.”
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A week had passed since both Aurelia and Igor were pulled into the time chamber. Over the course of time, the silverrette had come to terms with just how insane the blonde’s training was. It was beyond anything she had ever seen before and the intensity was something else entirely.
From gravity training going up to 200x and lifting weights that would total tons in that environment was something she wouldn’t have believed until she saw it with her own eyes. And the most shocking of all was that he was excercising purely with his physique. There was no trace of ki usage whatsoever when he trained.
Knowing she couldn’t handle his crazy style of training, she opted to take a different path, one that suited her intellectual capabilities. As of now, she was currently in the library with her main interest being all these books and scrolls that filled the shelves.
There were so many techniques contained in these writings that she couldn’t even believe her eyes. There were books specially dedicated to support magic and one of those books would contain dozens of techniques explained in such great detail and analogies that even a complete novice would understand them.
The scrolls weren’t just normal scrolls either. When she channeled magic power into them, she unfurled them to discover complicated seals that she never even knew of, not even with her ancestral memories.
But there was something even more surprising than that. When she asked the blonde why he didn’t use any of these techniques, his answer was a simple, ‘I can’t.’. When she showed him the books, he told her how he could only see a book with a blank cover. When he tried to open it, it seemed as if the pages themselves were glued together.
When Igor told her the problem, she revealed that she also saw the books from the middle shelf as blank covers and also couldn’t open them. It had come as quite a discovery to the both of them. While she couldn’t read any book from the shelf in the middle of the room, he also couldn’t from any other shelf except the one in the middle.
Through process of elimination, they (she) came to the conclusion that she couldn’t read books from the middle shelf because they required ki while he couldn’t read from the other two shelves because they required magic power or mana, the scrolls included.
The books that required ki were all the books authored by Nakamura, an entity that greatly interested Aurelia. From Igor’s description, he was a being that could slice apart stars like a sword through mud. The only book on the shelf that she was able to read was the one he authored that was titled ‘Ki or Chakra. The Dilemma’. The concept of there being three types of humans, namely: Ancient Humans, Cursed Humans, and Original Humans greatly astounded and intrigued her.
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For over three days, she had frequented the library and read the book in order to fully understand how her people were outliers.
[According to the memories I have, we were a relatively normal clan up until the Tower of Babylon incident. We never participated in building the tower while the other clans and people did. As punishment, God established a language barrier by giving them all these different languages with neither knowing the other. For us, he rewarded our ancestors by gifting them the ability to comprehend all languages, both written and spoken. Over the course of history, we used this gift to study every single other language and text. And with the knowledge gained, we eventually created our own unique language and writing style.]
She then read over the part of cursed humans.
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1. Yahweh’s Human (Cursed)
How the mighty have fallen. These, my friend, are the result of arrogance. After thousands of years, Yahweh finally had enough of the arrogance of his creations and cursed them, taking away their strength and sealing their potential…
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She mulled over the passage while she descended deeper into her ancestral memories. This was the first time she travelled so deeply into them, and the process was quite headache-inducing. It was only because she had entered the realm of god class that she could successfully stretch into history dating thousands upon thousands of years ago.
Finally finding the memory she was looking for, she reviewed it like a series of reels. Images and short footage played in her mind from the perspectives of different ancestors. From what she saw through different eyes from varying generations, she finally managed to piece together the events that happened.
[We were also affected by the curse. But through ingenuity and implementing various magic, we were able to slowly break the first three seals over the generations and in doing so…the first generation of Aryans with blonde hair and blue eyes was born.] *
Aurelia opened her eyes in shock. This was the first time she had come across such knowledge in her entire life. She never imagined that their hair and eyes were not natural, but an evolution that came from breaking the first few seals placed on them.
Quickly delving deeper into the memories, she found that originally, her ancestors used to have dark hair and fair skin, making them no different from any other human.
“This is…”
This was a huge discovery because it presented the possibility of reviving their race. If she applied the same seal her ancestors used, she could replicate the same procedure that allowed them to evolve. If her ancestors were able to do it, she would be able to as well if given enough time.
[It will take a few generations, but if we select a few groups of humans, the third or fourth generation may be born as Aryans.]
She abruptly stood up with a face full of hope, her research notes scattering all over the table.
[If half-bloods are used, the process could be shortened to even one generation, and if their blood is not too diluted, perhaps it is possible for them to evolve in their lifetime.]
A ray of hope had dawned on the revival of their race. Compared to normal humans, using half-bloods was better because in a sense, they would still be family compared to using random people for the procedure.
But at the same time her enthusiasm grew, it also slowly died down. In her head, she was reviewing the seal and she couldn’t help but be amazed and intimidated by the sheer complexity.
[I thought it was one seal. But I was mistaken.]
Just by analysing it properly, she could make out over twenty different seals connected by different matrices to form one massive seal. From the basic function, she could see it was designed to essentially “hammer” through the curse seal God placed on every human.
Aurelia couldn’t help but applaud the ingenuity of her ancestors.
“This will…take me quite a while to understand and re-engineer.”
As confident as she was in her knowledge of seals, she could barely make out more than its basic function, and trying to replicate such a complicated seal without understanding it would result in more than catastrophic consequences.
And even if she did re-engineer it, trying to test it on random people would eventually lead to her being found out. The last thing she wanted the world to know of, is the very seal that set them apart from the rest.
[I will have to study this carefully or else…I fear the repercussions would be more dangerous than the discovery of the time chamber.]
Calmly sitting down on the desk, she carefully rearranged her notes into one pile before frowning in contemplation.
[There are too many eyes in the supernatural world. It is an inevitability that I will be found out if I try to use this on multiple people.]
She sat there in thought for a while, her fingers slowly thrumming the desk.
Gu Gu…Gu Gu…Gu Gu…
“Haaa…what to do…”
The time chamber itself was out of the question. According to her memories, only pure-blooded Aryans are able to enter it. The only place she could realistically use was Earth. But the likelihood of being discovered was far too much for her to risk it.
Unlike other races, they didn’t have another dimension-
“That’s right! A dimension where rarely anyone enters!”
She was excited because there was a dimension where no one would dare to enter, a dimension where two powerful entities dwelled within.
“The Dimensional Gap…”
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AN
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1. [We were also affected by the curse. But through ingenuity and implementing various magic, we were able to slowly break the first three seals over the generations and in doing so…the first generation of Aryans with blonde hair and blue eyes was born.] *
Explanation: It’s not specified how many seals there are, but I’ll take a guess and say there are ten. Aryans normally have three hundred years of life and Ancient Humans have a thousand years of life. So by deduction, breaking three seals gave them three hundred years of life and also gave them that blonde hair and blue eyes. Though the math doesn’t quite fit, I assume we’ll get a proper explanation in the following chapters.