"Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm the remnant of the forgotten one. Even my name is so old that many couldn't remember it. There's no need to recall it since it's been so long when it was last mentioned. Anyway, you can call me the Remnant."

The Remnant? Lynn couldn't help but smile in his heart. It might all have been a hallucination. On the other hand, it might be real as things were pointing out. So he thought, if he could exist in this world, what would be the possibility of this remnant actually existing under its present circumstances? Slowly, he said. "How is this even possible?"

"Your ignorance knows no bound, mortal." The Remnant, couldn't help but scolded.

Lynn suddenly stuck out his tongue using his own imagination. He just needed to think about it, since this old man could see his thoughts. You're just part of my imagination. I can simply blink you away since this is not real.

"Are you deliberately seeking death?"

"Death? Of course not. I was only joking." He already died once. He didn't want to repeat that.." After a long silence, Lynn's voice was heard. "I wonder how long you've spent alive?"

The Remnant thought for a moment and suddenly said. "Well, I can tell you that I have been in this world for over fifty thousand years."

God almighty! Lynn suddenly felt dizzy. Fifty thousand years? It was too strange to be true. What kind of world was this? If someone happens to pop out after fifty thousand years, wouldn't that person be regarded as an immortal?

But Lynn knew that this type of immortality was only possible in a fantasy lore about the godly beings who once lived among mortals. Ancient beings with power of immortality which could live for thousands of years. This could only mean one thing: he was now in a fantasy dream or afterlife.

"A fantasy dream or afterlife? That sound strange but I like it." The Remnant couldn't stop himself from smiling in agreement.

Lynn couldn't help thinking about the black line in his mind. Secretly, he thought: This strange voice seems to know what I'm thinking about. How?

"Because I'm a part spirit, part essence. But, you don't have to worry much about that. I can slip into your consciousness without you knowing at all. So no harm will come to you at all."

Lynn's mind calmed a bit, and he sighed. "If I may ask, why is your consciousness the only thing that exists?"

The Remnant fell into a deep thought after hearing this. A while after, he released a soft breath and said. "It's the will of the gods."

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"Will of the gods?"

"Yes. Once, there was no one like me in this realm. After practicing conveyance for thousands of years, I eventually stood at the top, and could contend with the most powerful beings. But I was not immortal."

"But you said you're thousands of years old." Lynn was shocked.

"All things die, but I could live for hundreds of thousands of years. To become immortal, I needed the divine scroll. I have traveled all over the realm, but I couldn't find the scroll of divinity." He sighed before continuing. "Now that I think about it, I believe the gods didn't want me to become an immortal."

After The Remnant recounted his ordeals, Lynn finally understood the situation.

All the conveyors in this world were called essence masters. No matter the class of a master, from fighter to wizard, the highest level any essence master could reach was the level of a realm mortal.

Only if a conveyor found the scroll of divinity, would he break through to the mortal realm to become an immortal.

When The Remnant harnessed ether to the level of a divine mage, he began to search for the scroll of divinity. It was a pity that he had been unsuccessful for thousands of years! During this period, his conveyance level made an unexpected gain, and he harnessed great amounts of ether.

Surprised, he was happy that he was on his way to become a fanthomless mage, but he didn't want to undergo the trials of Hades. How could it be a mere formality to become fanthomless which was only second to immortality without a scroll of divinity? He had questioned himself.

Although The Remnant conveyance level was unprecedentedly strong, he knew he couldn't face the gates of hades alone. Without the scroll of divinity, he would simply die in the hall of hades.

So he dug deep into the profound secrets of heavens, and discovered the mystery of the divine obsidian crystal. With the right materials and preparation, he could preserve the crystal for himself to save his own soul, even if the trials of hades were too much for him.

Immediately, he had begun the search for the divine obsidian crystal as his safe haven, in order to continue living in this realm.

When he was about to enter the underworld for the trials, he found the divine obsidian crystal.

This crystal was the same found by Lynn in the Haken village which was activated in the massive explosion at the gas station.

The Remnant could have occupied this physical, but he was too weak. He had lost most of his consciousness during the trials. He had underestimated the power of the Hades' trials. After he passed the first few trials, he became complacent.

Crossing the death mist almost disintegrated his soul. Fortunately for him, he made a quick retreat in advance, but he lost the major part of his consciousness.

Just as his body was being melted by the mist, the remnant of his consciousness managed to slip out, and embedded itself inside the divine obsidian crystal found.

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The cold groundwater slowly condensed into water droplets on the tip of the stalactite, and then slipped decisively, mercilessly hitting a young boy's face, making a swirling sound.

This was a cave full of stalactites. The cave was sealed and pitch black. Only the turquoise light dots on the stone wall flickered, emitting a dim light.

At the center of the cave was a puddle of several square meters in size. Beside it, a woman and a young boy were laying on their backs on a flat boulder.

The woman was soaked all over her body. Her hair was tangled in strands on the stone surface, her face was beautiful, but her complexion was unusually pale. It looked as if there were no traces of blood on her face. She lay stiffly on the boulder, apparently dead for a long time.