Chapter 392: The Origin of Deities
Chapter 392: The Origin of Deities
Blaze tightly grasped Professor Carl's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. He personally opened the car door and waited until the vehicle drove out of sight before slowly turning around.
"Monica, what brings you here?"
"Can't I miss you?" Monica shrugged.
Blaze sighed, "Ever since we graduated, I can never tell which of your words are true and which are false."
Monica's smile faded.
They had loved each other deeply in their youth, making great sacrifices for one another. But as they aged, Monica's secrets grew, and eventually, he had no choice but to break up with her.
Blaze's eyes at that moment were something she would never forget.
"Let the past be the past," Monica turned and began walking towards the mine, "You forget, I'm a historian, especially interested in 'Prehistoric Chronicles'."
"The Holy Scarab was mentioned in the 'Prehistoric Chronicles', so of course I came to take a look."
"Prehistoric Chronicles are just myths," Blaze shook his head and followed, "The actual historical records only date back six hundred years. There's a severe lack of records from the Era of the Gods, let alone the so-called Prehistoric Chronicles."
Prehistoric—
Before history! The legendary era before the birth of the Gods, a time of ancient chaos.
"Perhaps," Monica smiled, "But can you find me a map of the underground mine tunnels, especially the area near where the Holy Scarab was found?"
"You're going down there?" Blaze frowned, but knowing her personality, he knew she wouldn't back down easily. "Wait, you'll need an oxygen mask and a liquid nitrogen gun."
Monica stretched, her regular workouts keeping her tall and slender even at nearly forty years old. In contrast, Blaze, being the same age, had put on some weight due to his nightlife.
The clatter of chains filled the air as several figures descended into the depths via the elevator.
"Boom!"
"Thud..."
With a series of muffled thuds, the elevator seemed to get stuck before suddenly accelerating downwards.
"Careful!"
"Cough, cough..."
Dust filled the air.
Blaze waved his hand, dispersing the smoke, and two figures were now missing from the scene.
Monica and Barrow.
...
"I never expected Miss Monica to be a Supernal Being," Barrow said, holding up his mining lamp as they walked, "And a Second Rank Supernal Being at that."
"You should be used to it by now," Monica replied softly from behind, "With money, one can buy almost anything in this world, including things that hold superhuman power."
"And I..."
"Have plenty of it."
Barrow nodded. As the daughter of the BHP Group's chairman, Monica had no shortage of wealth.
As for the requirement for Supernal Beings to register with the Nightwatch Organization...
A significant portion of his salary came from the BHP Group. How could they force her to register if she didn't want to?
"Miss Monica," Barrow took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know about the Holy Scarab?"
"Yes," Monica nodded, "The Holy Scarab is usually created when a Pharaoh dies to prevent anyone from harming their corpse."
"Hmm..."
"It's often mentioned in the Prehistoric Chronicles."
"Are there really Prehistoric Chronicles?" Barrow turned back, frowning, "In the Nightwatch Organization's records, there's only history from the Era of the Gods."
"After the fall of the Gods, the hidden secrets began to resurface," Monica explained as they walked, "Just like this tomb down here."
They stopped before a bronze gateway.
The mine shaft was over six feet tall, yet it only exposed a portion of the entrance, roughly estimating the door to be around fifteen feet high.
The thickness...
Barrow reached out and tapped the stone with his unique perception:
"Half a meter thick."
"Step aside." Monica stepped forward, her hands gradually turning transparent as she pressed them against the stone door.
"Let's go in first."
"A creature from the Prehistoric Era?"
Holding the frozen holy scarab, Karl casually tossed it into the testing equipment and turned it on.
With his supernatural perception, the scarab held no secrets from him, but there was one lingering question.
"Petrification?"
"Or perhaps..."
The holy scarab, when not stimulated, would assume the form of a stone sculpture.
Upon stimulation, it rapidly transformed from stone into a living creature.
This was similar to the ability of a Tier 1 Golem.
Moreover, once petrified, the scarab's life force seemed to halt, allowing it to survive for an incredibly long time.
But it wasn't immortal.
"The gods ruled this world for countless epochs, and even the wizarding world lacks accurate records of time."
Karl rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
"At the very least, we're talking about several million years."
"If this scarab truly is a creature from the prehistoric era, it has endured through millions of years."
"This method..."
"A Tier 3 being shouldn't be capable of this!"
"Hmm..."
With a gentle downward press of Karl's hands, countless intricate magical circuits and incantations appeared in the laboratory.
As the magic activated, the sealed scarab began to transform.
Its limbs disintegrated, revealing its internal organs, which rapidly expanded and grew.
Eventually, it morphed into a ball-like object.
"Cells?"
"Bacteria?"
"..."
"It directly froze time, a highly advanced technique comparable to the temporal magic of a Fifth Circle Wizard."
With a wave of Karl's hand, the object in front of him began to shift and change, revealing the secrets hidden within.
"The underlying logic is..."
"Chaos!"
"It seems that before the birth of the gods, this world did indeed have life forms of the Fifth and even Sixth Ranks."
Karl's expression grew somber:
"This scarab should have another form, and the chaos factor within it can trigger a certain kind of frenzy."
"Strange?"
"It doesn't seem to be guarding something, but rather, it's sealing some kind of existence."
...
A loud thud echoed as the heavy bronze door was forced open by modern machinery, revealing Blaze and his companions, their faces covered in dust and dirt, as they entered a grand hall.
"My goodness!"
"Is there such a place underground?"
"Why didn't our instruments detect this before?"
"..."
The group whispered among themselves, their voices filled with astonishment and disbelief.
Blaze, however, was drawn to two figures already inside the hall, and without pausing to observe their surroundings, he rushed forward.
"Monica, just now..."
"There was a slight accident with the elevator, and we dropped halfway down," Monica explained, waving her hand.
"We just happened to find a small passage leading here."
"I see!" Blaze didn't question further:
"What is this place?"
"A palace, a place for ancestor worship," Monica replied, looking up at the relief carvings above the hall, her expression complex.
"It's not the worship of deities, but the worship of one's own ancestors."
"Hmm?"
Blaze furrowed his brows:
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Monica shook her head lightly.
"I was just thinking about where the gods came from, as the methods of deity worship are quite similar to this."
"It's likely that there were ancestors first, then these ancestors blessed their descendants, and eventually, they conquered other lands, and the most powerful ancestors became deities."
(End of Chapter)
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