Tea made from the leaves of an Omniversal Oak of Existence that an entire Omniverse depended on!
It seemed to be an entirely unfathomable thing as just lifting the cup took all the power of the Enneagram Clone that was many times higher than his Original Body, and after taking just a single sip…his Supermassive Empyreal Galaxy exploded with activity!
As if it were supercharged.
Billions of Stars, Black Holes, and Empyreal Quasars bloomed like mad as just 3 seconds after the initial sip, his Supermassive Empyreal Galaxy buzzed and nearly splintered to pieces.
…!
He felt a tremendous pain as if a core part of him was about to break, but in the next instant, the Enneagram buzzed and held everything together.
Something that should have broken did not break.
Instead, his Supermassive Empyreal Quasar trembled as, in the next moment, a singularity bloomed from it that appeared in its close proximity. This singularity began to spin as hundreds of millions of stars, black holes, and Empyreal Quasars rapidly began to bloom around it.
A second Galaxy!
It should have been something unfathomably far away for him, and yet a single sip of tea provided by a Wanderer made it possible that a second Supermassive Empyreal Galaxy was forming within his Enneagram!
And the process seemed to just be in the beginning stages as the terrifying energy obtained from that single sip was barely being contained by his Enneagram, and every time slivers of it were released…
BOOM!
Another singularity was produced from the original Galaxy that began to spin and form another Galaxy.
In no time, multiple Supermassive Empyreal Galaxies were forming within Alexander’s body, and the terrifying waves of energy from the single sip of the tea had only just been used by a sliver!
“Incredible….”
In front of Alexander who had a stern expression, Ashmole looked at him with even greater interest as he continued.
“That was the tea of an Omniversal Oak of Existence, as I mentioned. I offered it to you as I didn’t even expect you to lift it- this being something that a matter of power alone not being able to cover as even if you were a million times more powerful than you are now, if your weavings of existence did not have any relation to my Path…you would not have been able to lift it!”
WAA!
“But not only were you able to lift it…you are even more capable to take a sip! You, a mere chickling that has barely formed their first Galaxy- drinking tea made from tea leaves of an Omniversal Oak of Existence! Such a thing is capable of even making an Omniversal Ankyra feel drunk and lost as you…should have perished the moment you had such a thing.”
…!
Terrifying words echoed out from Ashmole as Alexander kept his stern gaze.
He did not show anger.
He did not show fear.
He only kept his coldness as his eyes met Ashmole calmly!
He nearly just died…were it not for his Enneagram.
And yet the visage of Ashmole, who nearly caused his death, was just smiling jovially while nodding his head.
“This is why I love traversing across the weavings of Existence! Reason and logic say you should have exploded into a million pieces by now, and yet within your Existence…there was actually something capable of containing the pure authority of something many, many times higher than your current weavings of existence, and is it now releasing it slowly to rapidly elevate your realm?”
…!
“Haha, you may have just turned a calamity into a terrifying boon as you use it like a springboard to elevate yourself higher. You should have just been playing around with little Laws of Nature, but can you now feel the Tao? The Dao? Some weavings of Existence look at things from a different perspective. How far are you from being able to sense the boundaries of Extremes, or even Extremity itself? This…is just marvelous as I truly have to get a drop of your blood. You are turning out to be as unique as another anomalous entity, another version of me met in a different timeline of existence entirely. Osmont, he was called. His drop of Blood…made far too many things possible for me as I feel like yours would do the same. So what do you say?”
The Alchemist asked grandly.
And yet Alexander knew that it was not a question.
If there was a denial.
If he said no to this exchange!
There would only be one conclusion.
One result.
And that was Death!
So Alexander looked at this being as he spoke out calmly.
“A drop of blood, for the remaining tea in this cup.”
…!
He had just taken a sip of the tea within as it felt like there was still an endless sea inside of that cup.
His eyes had even locked onto the teapot that this Entity brought out, but the moment he thought of this, he felt an indescribable sense of danger.
So he asked for a cup.
And Ashmole laughed lightly as he waved his hands.
“I am a lover of tea. One one takes a sip from a teacup, that is theirs forever. This can barely be considered a trade as this old man will agree to it.”
…!
The deal was made.
And Alexander unfurled his left hand, his palm splitting apart as a globule of blood slowly gathered.
Crimson gold.
Incandescent!
It brimmed with Empyreal radiance as he knew under the gaze of this being, he could not even give a flimsy diluted portion of his blood as it genuinely had to be his full, true drop of blood!
Ashmole looked at the drop with a smile as he waved his hands towards it- a Book unknowingly appeared in his hands at a certain point as this drop of blood landed on an empty page.
Alexander just managed to look at a page before the one that his drop of blood landed on as there, at the very top, it read…[Lost Avatar of the Beyonder, Azzurra].
Lost Avatar?
Beyonder?
He had no idea what sort of existences this being had obtained the drops of blood of as apart from the ones he read about right now, the only other name this being mentioned was Osmont!
The moment Ashmole received the drop of Blood, he smiled gleefully as if he had obtained something stupendous as he rose up.
The table, teapot, and his cup disappeared.
“Well then, I cannot overstay my welcome and get too entangled…lest I want the weavings of a certain flow to catch up to me. Alexander Asmodeus…it has been a pleasure. I am sure…we will see each other again before you know it!”
WAA!
The Alchemist, Ashmole, gave his goodbyes, and an instant later, he disappeared!
And when Alexander checked, this being was nowhere even near the 10 Million Light Year radius.
“…”
His expression was heavy.
His expression became somber!
He looked down at a cup of tea as by all means, the gains he had made in the last few minutes and in the days to come due to this meeting…would be more than any and all possible gains he had made throughout his life.
And yet…he could not help but feel an utterly tremendous weight of helplessness in the depths of his heart!
