“What the fuck, Gaia? Do you want to destroy this world?” Akira glared at Gaia, who seemed to have realized she had overreacted and nearly risked the world’s destruction.
“I may have overreacted. But what the hell, Akira? That idiot went missing for three billion years, and you think now is the best time to tell me?” Gaia didn’t know how to react anymore.
Akira just shrugged. “I’m telling you now. So, what are you going to do about it? Gonna look for her or not?”
“Of course, I will look for her. I have control over all energies anyway. But for now, we need to talk about why you’re here.”
Akira didn’t say anything. She simply stretched her delicate hands, and a projection of a massive door with a crack in it appeared.
“The Doom Door is breaking. This is bad, very bad,” Gaia panicked, staring at the crack in the door.
“How long do we have?” Gaia asked.
“I wouldn’t know until we three finally meet and use our cores to calculate, but roughly, we have between 100,000 and 1,000,000 years,” Akira sighed and then dismissed the projection.
“That’s too short. The Doom Door cannot open until Master becomes a god; otherwise, this universe is doomed.” Gaia retrieved a scroll out of thin air and examined it.
“According to my calculations, if the path he set is tread carefully, he’ll need 700,000 years to become a god. But even so, there are things that can’t be controlled, and those things might delay him.”
“We have to think of something. Unfortunately, Mind Weaver is the one meant for this kind of thinking. We must find her first before things spiral out of control.”
Akira didn’t reply. She waved her hand, and five women appeared on the screen. These women were Li Hua, Unity, Lilian, Elsa, and Saintess Selene.
“One of them has received the Legacy. I guess there’s hope after all. For now, I will do my job as a Soul Weaver and ensure Master grows up fast. You can do whatever it is you do. We all have our roles, and we cannot fail… not after all these years.”
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While the two ladies were cryptically talking, Kent appeared inside the forge. It was a forge, all right, with a massive cauldron that seemed to hold the power to create anything.
“This class is insane. I mean, with just treasures, I can create any undead I want. This is crazy,” Kent muttered, scratching his head before wandering around to study the cauldron.
There was no distinct design to it. It was just a plain, open cauldron with enough room to create something over 400 meters in size.
It’s that massive.
“Now, all I need are the resources, and my army will start to multiply,” Kent muttered as he walked around the forge for a few minutes before stepping out.
When he appeared, Akira was still rolling on the bed.
“Thanks for the class, Akira. I’ll be sure to treasure my last two chances,” Kent said, sitting down and pondering how best to use the two opportunities.
His mind toyed with the idea of creating a new sword technique, but he realized that would only be a waste.
His swordsmanship was still too weak. He needed a solid foundation before he could start thinking about creating his own techniques.
‘But then again, I already have Swordsmanship, Alchemy, Soul Cultivation, and now Necromancy. On top of all that, I also have the Legion Tower, where I can be a Summoner, Beast Tamer, and everything else that will add to my legion.’
Kent didn’t need a new class, skill, or technique. He already had enough; he now needed the strength to use the classes and techniques he possessed fully.
After pondering for a while, Kent tried to outwit Akira, but it didn’t work. Unlike Gaia, who seemed willing to compromise at times, the aloof summon refused to budge.
“Of course, if the master can get me Soul Stones, I will extend the number of chances for master,” Akira said, making Kent smile slightly.
He resolved to search for some and stockpile his chances.
Kent didn’t realize that Akira or Gaia only demanded something in exchange for their services to prevent him from relying on them for everything.
If they agreed to all his requests, he would grow lazy and dependent, which would ultimately be disastrous for him. To avoid this, they had devised this method to force him to earn his keep.
But that also didn’t mean they would dictate his life. After all, they were servants meant to serve their master; they could not dictate what he did with his life.
The most they could do was steer him toward the correct path when he went off the rails.
“Gaia, come out,” Kent called.
A few seconds later, Gaia appeared, staring daggers at Akira.
“I saw how you two interacted the first time. Can I know why?” Kent asked.
He could tell Gaia and Akira were perhaps related. This raised many questions, but for now, he wanted to know something specific.
“It’s a race thing, Master. I am a tower, but in essence, I am more like the soul of the tower. I am also a weaver, but they call me a Cosmic Weaver, while she is a Soul Weaver. We are, as humans call it, from the same family tree,” Gaia replied.
“I see. Does this mean there are others like you? Like more Soul Weavers and Cosmic Weavers?” Kent wanted to know. Did it mean they could all see he had a tower?
“Weavers have only three branches: Cosmic Weaver, Soul Weaver, and Mind Weaver. In other words, there are only three of us, and now you know two out of the three,” Akira replied, knowing Gaia might say something unkind.
The three Weavers are special existences that were birthed with the Universe.
They are, in a way, one with the universe. So, they will also remain alive as long as the universe exists.
They are, in a way, the true immortals.
“That clears some things up. Another question, though—do you two hate each other?” The last thing he wanted was internal conflicts.
“No, Master, we don’t hate each other. However, it would be best if she stays in the tower at all times. She can be very mischievous,” Gaia said, making Akira smile.
She didn’t show it, but she was scared of Gaia. As someone who controlled all energies in the universe, Gaia could easily make life far more difficult for her.
That was why, during the Primordial Era, she had called her “Big Sister.” But it seemed that after many billions of years, she had grown bold enough to tempt fate.
“The Master shouldn’t worry. Akira will stay in the tower with her dear sister. We, after all, have a lot of catching up to do,” Akira said.
Gaia just chuckled but didn’t dislike the idea.
With the Soul Weaver finally here, the chances of their master becoming who he was meant to be were now very high.
Why?
During the Primordial Era, the Cosmic, Soul, and Mind Weavers had created the path with their master. And now, at last, the time had come to walk that path again—the path to uncover who their master truly was.
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