Stuck in a Chinese novel - Chapter 478
Chapter 478: I am…
Chapter 478
“Where are we going, Father?” A young man asked, with handsomeness to the point even Wei Jun felt threatened. Yet, the older version of such a guy was standing right next to him.
“That’s you?” Wei Jun asked.
“No. That’s a person. I’m an object.” The man replied.
Yet the resemblance was uncanny. Wei Jun didn’t know the full story, but he decided to just follow the man to see where it was going.
“Somewhere.” The old man who was taking the young man somewhere kept the explanation very brief. The old man, upon focusing, Wei Jun recognized as the husband who was crying at the death of his wife and had named his son.
“Still…” The young man said, but he didn’t pursue the issue and quietly followed his father until they arrived before a giant metal door. It didn’t seem to be steel, yet it wasn’t rusting at all. In the dim light of the fire torches, the old man instructed the young man to push the door open.
The young man knew where they were now, so he remained silent and just did as he was told to.
He pushed the door open and stepped aside. His father entered, but he refrained from doing so.
“What are you delaying for?” The father asked.
“Only the king or his successor can set foot on the divine grounds of the guardian.” The young man said.
“And since when do you care about the laws and traditions?” The old man retorted, making the young man a little bashful, but he gulped and entered the room.
Upon entering, the room lit up with torches, and in the middle of the platform, there was a sword embedded into a rock.
“No matter how many times I see it, it looks like a copy of Excalibur.” The young man muttered.
“The ex what?” The old man asked the young man’s strange mumbling, but the young man simply waved his hand and said, “Nothing, father.”
“Hmm… Whatever.” The old man said. He couldn’t deny his son was a strange one. Ever since birth, he was strange, so his small mumblings weren’t something he ever focused on.
“Go ahead. Pull it out.” The old man said, getting straight to the point.
Yet, the young man didn’t move.
“What are you doing?” The old man asked.
“That sword belongs to the king.” The young man said.
“Yet it picked you.” The old man said.
“…” The young man couldn’t say anything to that except be a bit shocked.
“What? You thought I would not notice?” The old man asked before he turned to the sword that slightly moved once again, just like it did earlier in the day. And the direction it moved ever so slightly was…
“You can hear it, can you not?” The old man asked.
“…” The young man remained quiet once again, but was not shocked this time. He just remained silent as if he felt guilty.
“Do you know who was the last user of that sword?” The old man asked.
The young man nodded and replied, “The first Stone.”
“Correct. The first king who established this kingdom from the empire with his draconic companion. Do you know what he was called?” The old man asked once again.
“The great Guardian.” The young man replied.
“It was said that even he could never use the sword properly. It was said he used to hear it say something to it, but he could never understand. The reason was simple. He was not worthy of doing so.” The old man said as he made his way to the sword and extended his hand to touch it, yet…
Zoong!!!
A forcefield around the sword. Around it was an invisible barrier that didn’t allow others to get close to it. The more unworthy one was, the more distance they would feel from the sword.
Earlier today, the king, the brother of the young man, and the elder son of the old man couldn’t even stand at the edge of the room. The most unworthy person to be in the presence of the sword.
“The sword of the Guardian. It refused everyone in our family history. Only I was able to get so close to it, yet no one was ever able to make it flinch, let alone hear.” The old man said as he retracted his hand.
He then turned to the young man and asked once again, “Tell me again. Do you really think your brother would be a good king?”
The young man once again remained silent. He knew the answer, the old man knew the answer, but he loved his brother enough not to say it out loud.
“There will once come a day when your brother will make the wrong decisions for the kingdom. I would not be there to stop him. Then, the people of this kingdom would require a guardian.” The old man said as he walked over to the young man and gazed into his eyes. The young man couldn’t say anything to his father. He remained silent for quite some time before he turned to the sword and began to walk towards it.
He arrived before the sword and felt no resistance. Instead, the sword was trembling, as if excited. The young man could hear something in his ears, but no one could tell what it was.
“Destroy everything.” The man standing next to Wei Jun said. Wei Jun turned to him and saw him looking at the young man who had the sword in his hand, yet there was no change in his expression.
“Destroy everything.”
The man once again spoke before he added, “That’s what I was saying that day.”
The scene once again changed, and it was in the middle of the city this time. It was a Spanish-themed old city with temples and buildings designed that way.
But none of that mattered at the moment because everything was on fire. In the sky, Wei Jun spotted hundreds and thousands of dragons, covering the sunlight from reaching the city. On the ground, pitch black wolves ate anything and everything that moved. People are running away in fear.
And in the distance, he saw him.
The exact replica of the man standing next to him, standing on a pile of corpses, as streams of blood flowed throughout the city. It wasn’t the scene that disturbed him. It was the look in the man’s eyes.
“There was never a chance.” The man spoke.
Wei Jun turned to him and saw him looking at the young man once again. “He was too strong. I had had hundreds and thousands of wielders in my life, yet I wasn’t compatible with none of them. Not as perfectly as I was with him.”
“Yet, I miscalculated. I underestimated him. I thought he was just another human. But he was strong beyond the point of strong. My compulsions never worked on him.” The man said before the scene once again changed, and this time, Wei Jun found himself inside a palace, a grand throne room with scores of dead bodies ranging from young men and women to the elderly.
At the bottom of the stairs that led to the throne, a young man knelt before him, the young man who was dyed in crimson blood of the people he had slain.
“What did they do?” Wei Jun asked. There was a conversation going on between the man with the sword and the man on his knees, but Wei Jun couldn’t hear it, so he asked the man who could answer him.
“They killed his lover.” The man said, “The one woman holding back the insanity within his mind. A perfect opportunity to corrupt him.”
And those were the final words. The scene changed. Everything before his eyes disappeared. Back in the white space, Wei Jun looked at the sword in his hand and then the man who was before him, “Now it’s your turn.”
“…” Wei Jun didn’t say anything. He could feel it. The strange, muffled voices came from the sword.
“Kill them all.” The man said, “That’s what I’m saying.”
Wei Jun raised his head to look at the man before he looked at the lustrous dark sword again.
“Well, good luck. See you next–”
“That perfect opportunity.” Wei Jun interrupted the man who was in the middle of saying goodbye.
“That perfect opportunity to corrupt him. Did it bear any fruit?” Wei Jun asked.
“…” For the first time, the man’s eyes turned cold, and he remained silent.
“You showed me only what you wanted to show me.” Wei Jun said as he gripped the sword tightly, suddenly a force emanating from the sword shook the surroundings.
“You showed me that, in the end, everyone gives up.” Wei Jun said once again before he put the sword away and looked at the man with a smile, “But I’ve seen it. There were no children.”
“…” Once again, the man remained silent.
“Haha. So even you become unsettled.” Wei Jun said with a chuckle before he said, disdain dripping in his voice, “Quite cocky for an object.”
“You dare…?” The man said in a chilling, cold tone.
“Haha.” Wei Jun chuckled, not one bit intimidated by the man’s cold tone, and said with determination that was unwavering and unquestionable…
“I am Damien Smith.” Wei Jun said as he stepped forward with each word, “Son of Bruce Smith.”
And by now, he was before him, gazing deep into his eyes, “Don’t ever think you can compel me. I bring chaos because I want to.”
“…” The man remained silent before his image began to disappear. “We’ll see.”
“That we will.” Wei Jun mumbled once the man had disappeared completely, and the system began to ring in the background.