Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 48: Perfect Being Athrylith

Flain looked at the old man in confusion. "Is this some kind of spell?" he asked.

"Spell? No, we certainly don’t sell spells here. You’d have to go to the Imperial City for that, and even there, it would cost you a fortune," the old man said.

"That’s not what I meant. I can see that your door doesn’t lead back to the city but into some strange hall. I assume you don’t see it, or else you’d be reacting differently," Flain said.

The old man stared at him in confusion, but before he could say anything, Flain’s body started moving on its own toward the door. He had no control over it. The moment he stepped into the hall, the door behind him slammed shut.

The hall was almost completely empty, built from a material that seemed familiar. The only thing illuminating the space was a large red circle resembling a blood moon. Standing upon it was a figure.

"Come closer," the figure spoke, and once again, Flain’s body moved on its own toward it.

When he reached the figure, he regained control over himself.

Now that he was up close, Flain could see the figure more clearly. It was a tall, slender man dressed in a black suit with a red tie. His piercing eyes glowed like a hologram, and his messy black hair gave him a disheveled look. He appeared completely human, which surprised Flain—he had expected some kind of monster.

"Who are you?" Flain asked.

"Many have called me by different names: Almighty, God, Demon, Eternal... But the name I prefer most is Athrylith," Athrylith said.

"Do you know why I summoned you here, Flain?" he asked.

"Because I destroyed that village," Flain replied.

"Oh, I have nothing to do with the Empire of the World. The reason I brought you here is because we are alike," Athrylith said.

Honestly, Flain had no idea what he was talking about or how he even knew his name. His magic energy sense also showed that Athrylith had no magical energy at all, something Flain had never encountered before.

"Don’t worry, maybe you’ll understand one day. But what makes us similar is that we are both immortal," Athrylith said.

When Flain heard this, his eyes narrowed. "Are you the Darkness that gave me this system and immortality?" he asked.

"Oh, I am not Darkness, nor did I give you immortality or a system. To be honest, I didn’t even know that Darkness could make someone immortal," Athrylith said.

"When I say immortality, I don’t mean that someone just doesn’t age or is extremely resilient. I mean true immortality—where under no circumstances can your soul leave your body."

"But we have different types of immortality, each with its own advantages and drawbacks. I cannot die at all—my body instantly returns to its original state. You, on the other hand, return to the beginning of your reincarnation when you die. Now, let me show you my type of immortality," Athrylith said.

Suddenly, his head exploded—but the pieces immediately reassembled back into their original form.

"Maybe you’d think that if someone put me into a machine that instantly disassembles my body’s particles, I’d never escape from it, but that’s not true. I can control the speed of my immortal regeneration to surpass even the instantaneous," Athrylith said.

"Right now, my head exploded again, but I restored it so fast that your mind didn’t even register it," Athrylith murmured.

Flain had only one question. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Alright, I’ll tell you my story. At the beginning of the multiverse’s formation, a child was born from nothingness—that child was me. When I grew up, I fought against the strongest beings in the multiverse. I always won because I am immortal. Battles began to bore me, so I pushed my intelligence to its absolute limits. Over billions of years, I have learned more than anyone before me. I could do practically anything. I was, and still am, the Perfect Being, because from the very beginning, I was destined to be."

"My immortality bored me. I had nothing to do, and the monotony consumed me from the inside out. I even discovered a spell capable of resetting the entire multiverse with a snap of my fingers. For billions of years, I observed various beings and their journeys, but even that became dull—I had probably seen every possible scenario."

"I even started developing a spell that could theoretically kill me. But then you came along, tearing me away from the grip of boredom because, for the first time in so long, I could watch the journey of someone both similar to me and vastly different." He finished his story.

"But to be clear, I don’t plan to help you in any way—because that would make this entertainment, but just a little less enjoyable. I brought you here to my home simply because I wanted to meet you," Athrylith said with a smile.

"And I will continue developing a spell to destroy myself, as a challenge I set for myself. Whether such a thing is even possible to create remains a question."

Flain took a moment to process the information. Where the hell had he ended up? The idea that this could all be an illusion crossed his mind, but these things sounded too unreal for that.

"Heh, alright then. Allow me to release a drop of my magical energy," Athrylith said, his holographic eyes glinting.

Flain’s vision blurred, and he fell to his knees, shaking uncontrollably. He felt as if he were losing himself—it was a terrifying sensation.

"Normally, this would have killed you instantly, but I made sure it didn’t," Athrylith said, then waved his hand, and Flain returned to normal.

"Farewell, for now," Athrylith said.

Flain suddenly found himself back in the doorway of the shop, struggling to maintain his balance before collapsing to the ground. Slowly, he got up. Who the hell had he just encountered?

Then he looked up at the sky. He knew Athrylith was watching him.

"Heh, you want entertainment, Perfect Being? Alright, then you’ll get it," Flain muttered with a smirk... fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

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