Episode 655
Zeke studied the fragmented message, piecing together its meaning.
“The traces of a Twisted Constellation?”
The strange man standing before him was supposedly a remnant of this Twisted Constellation.
The man’s face, obscured by a shimmering haze, briefly revealed a sly smile as the mist receded.
With an enigmatic grin, the man addressed Zeke.
“Zeke Draker, the one who has crossed the wall. It’s quite a rare sight to meet face-to-face like this.”
Zeke eyed the man warily and asked, “Are you the Twisted Constellation?”
The man chuckled, his smile widening. “What do you think?”
Zeke’s gaze hardened. “If you’re here to play games, save it.”
He tightened his grip on his sword, pointing it at the man. “I can sense the twisted causality around you. The same power that resurrected Arthur Draker.”
His voice was laced with menace. “Are you the sun god Apollyon?”
The man in the white suit burst into laughter, his mirth echoing through the space, causing the surroundings to ripple and distort.
“Ha! Apologies, but that was unexpected. It’s been ages since I laughed like this.”
He composed himself, waving a hand dismissively. “To be clear, I’m not the ‘being’ you speak of.”
Zeke frowned. “If you’re not Apollyon, then who are you?”
He had always believed the twisted causality was linked to the sun god Apollyon. Yet, this man claimed otherwise.
As Zeke focused intently, the man extended his hand, conjuring a dark substance that swirled ominously.
Zeke’s eyes widened. “Dark matter?”
This was the same alien power that had resurrected Arthur Draker and summoned celestial beings to the mortal realm.
The man wielded it effortlessly.
Seeing Zeke’s reaction, the man nodded knowingly. “You mistook me for ‘that being’ because of this power.”
Zeke’s wariness intensified, but the man shook his head.
“No need for such caution. After all, the ‘being’ you mentioned took this power from me.”
Zeke was taken aback. “The sun god stole the twisted causality from the Twisted Constellation?”
A thought flashed through Zeke’s mind. “The god of chaos?”
He recalled Theia, the moon goddess, whose true form was the god of chaos, sealed away by celestial beings.
Zeke asked the man in the white suit, “Is the Twisted Constellation the god of chaos?”
The man smiled cryptically. “Not entirely wrong, but not entirely right either.”
Zeke scowled at the ambiguous answer, disliking the cryptic language often used by sages and wizards.
The man continued, “Don’t frown. It’s not wordplay; it’s just the truth.”
He descended from the statue, stepping down as if on invisible stairs.
Zeke retreated slightly, maintaining his guard.
The man observed Zeke’s caution and nodded. “You’re more careful than I expected. No wonder you’ve survived such a turbulent fate.”
Zeke realized the man had been watching him for a long time, confirming his immense power.
The man explained, “The reason I said ‘god of chaos’ is both right and wrong is because ‘we’ are not a single entity.”
Zeke was startled by the man’s use of “we.”
“The Twisted Constellation isn’t a single being?”
A memory surfaced—Germain, the former boss of the Nostra family, who was both a fallen Nephilim and a chaos god.
Germain had absorbed external beings to transform into a dark god, only to be trapped in an isolated realm by Apollyon.
Over millennia, he had consumed countless souls, forming a collective of spiritual entities.
Thus, chaos existed not as a single entity but as a collective of countless spirits.
Zeke spoke, “A collective of multiple constellations. Is that what the Twisted Constellation is?”
The man, or rather the remnant of the Twisted Constellation, nodded. “Precisely. It’s a collective of countless ‘nameless constellations’ existing beyond dimensions.”
Zeke finally understood the true nature of the Twisted Constellation.
He asked, “Nameless constellations… forgotten constellations?”
A hint of sadness crossed the man’s face. “Yes, constellations are powerful, but without anyone to remember them, they lose their purpose. With no one in the mortal realm to remember us, we lost our names and forms, drifting beyond dimensions.”
Zeke inquired further, “So, is the god of chaos part of the Twisted Constellation?”
The man shook his head. “Not exactly. Among the forgotten constellations are ancient beings with no names. ‘That being’ sought their power.”
“Sought their power? From forgotten ancient beings? How?”
The man smiled. “How do you think one would borrow power from a nameless being?”
Zeke pieced it together. “The sun god gave them a name. ‘God of chaos.’”
He realized why the Twisted Constellation and the god of chaos were distinct and why they weren’t recognized by the Akashic records.
They were unrecognizable entities, existing beyond the dimensional karma data.
Yet, they had always been there, beyond the dimensions.
The sun god had arbitrarily named these drifting entities to harness their power for his own ends—to kill the primordial light.
Zeke finally grasped the essence of the Twisted Constellation and their twisted causality.
He also began to understand the nature of the “external beings.”
“Are the external beings… past entities that vanished with the forgotten constellations?”
The man responded with a bitter expression. “Lost souls with nowhere to go. Wraiths still cling to this realm, but those forgotten by all can’t even do that.”
Zeke recalled the Babel created by the Arrogant Savior, who gathered lost civilizations to form an unstable city beyond dimensions, now known as the demon realm.
Followers of fallen constellations became the demon race, residents of the demon realm.
Yet, those who couldn’t even set foot in the demon realm vanished beyond dimensions, transforming into something entirely different.
Zeke remembered how external beings defied the laws of the mortal realm, existing outside its rules.
Forgotten and abandoned, they reconstituted into alien entities.
He looked up at the statue, recalling the
The
Zeke asked the remnant of the Twisted Constellation, “Is the
This time, the man paused, contemplating before speaking slowly. “It’s hard to say. It shares our path but isn’t the same. I can’t speak of it. I’m not permitted.”
Though cryptic, the man seemed to have nothing more to add.
Zeke realized the
“A being not even from beyond dimensions. What could it be?”
Its nature remained a mystery, as did its connection to the sun sword Gram.
The remnant of the Twisted Constellation turned to Zeke and spoke.
“Zeke Draker, do you know why you’re here?”
Zeke shook his head, replying, “I only suspect that Arthur Draker used some strange power to open a unique realm connected to this place. I thought it was you, the Twisted Constellation, who pulled me in. Was I wrong?”
The trace of the Twisted Constellation grinned and continued, “You’re right, I did summon you here. But Arthur Draker—or rather, the ‘entity’ behind him—wouldn’t have wanted us to meet.”
Zeke realized that the ‘entity’ referred to was the sun god Apollyon, and his brow furrowed in thought. ‘Is there some kind of restriction? Why won’t he say the name?’
Noticing Zeke’s expression, the trace of the Twisted Constellation nodded as if understanding his thoughts. “If I utter that name, it would reveal my true location to him. Such is the power of that Constellation.”
Zeke understood then that the Twisted Constellation was hiding from the sun god’s gaze. ‘So that’s why it doesn’t appear in the Akashic Records. It’s deliberately concealing its existence.’
The trace of the Twisted Constellation looked at Zeke and said, “Arthur Draker, the avatar of that entity, likely brought you here to lure me out. Among the beings of the material world, you, Zeke Draker, possess the most alien power. He must have thought you could find me.”
Zeke’s eyebrows twitched at this revelation. “So, isn’t this situation exactly what Arthur Draker intended?”
The trace of the Twisted Constellation shook its head. “When Arthur Draker tore a rift in the dimensions with his twisted causality, I brought you to a different inner world, not the one he intended.”
“A different inner world?”
“Yes, this place… it’s not mine. It’s the inner world within your own depths, Zeke Draker.”
Zeke’s eyes widened in surprise at the words of the Twisted Constellation. ‘An inner world within my own depths?’
He recognized the cradle and the grand hall of the lair from his memories. It was undoubtedly the place that had inflicted deep trauma on him as a child.
Seeing Zeke’s bewildered expression, the trace of the Twisted Constellation spoke again. “This is the starting point that shaped who you are, isn’t it?”
At those words, Zeke glanced at the sword statue behind the Twisted Constellation. It was indeed here that the moment which twisted his fate had begun.
The trace of the Twisted Constellation addressed Zeke once more. “Zeke Draker, let’s make a pact.”