The Innkeeper

Chapter 1952 10 days

For 10 days, they journeyed, meaning that eventually they reached a point where Mango had known Lex and Fenrir for as long as it could remember. Normally, Lex would argue that ten days was not a lot of time. But in this instance, he would have to admit otherwise.

Within these ten days, their group had ventured deep into Arch-Heaven, crossing the point where the terrain was simple and recognizable. The ground was no longer made of soil, and grass no longer grew. There were no trees or clouds or mundane things of that nature. No, deep in Arch-Heaven, everything was unique, and made of materials that could be found nowhere else in the universe. Everything was… a physical manifestation of laws themselves.

At that point, everything changed. Travel became a ritual rather than an actual journey. Space was merely a notebook within which the universe wrote with the ink of creation. All things that existed, did so in every single one of their forms.

If Lex thought that the Lawstorm was deadly, then the things he saw in those ten days changed his perspective entirely. At a certain point, Lex had to seal his senses, not allowing him to know anything about his surroundings whatsoever. At that point, he had just left the journey in the fish’s capable fins. Lex no longer had even a single speck of doubt about Mango’s greatness, because this journey was not something he could do even at his peak.

Even if Lex found a way to avoid Lawstorm, and the breakdown of reality, and avoided accidentally falling into the realms that were disguised as random items, he would still be beaten when he reached deeper into Arch-Heaven and the form reality took changed.

Even his Immortal mind could not grasp existence as it appeared before him, threatening to break his mind and drive him into the throes of insanity. Yet, the fabulously magnificent Mango seemed entirely unbothered – mainly because he had no real concept of what reality was supposed to be like anyway.

Regardless, for ten days and nights they journeyed continuously, during which time Lex finally managed to heal himself. He had regrown his skin, his hair, and had mostly returned to a healthy state.

Interestingly enough, as he healed, the necklace he used to wear regrew out of his body, returning to its place around his neck. The very same necklace that was made from the divine ore that Jack had sent, and the one that Lex had

fused a bit of his heart with.

Lex had genuinely thought the necklace was lost, but to see it regrow as if it were a part of his body as well…

Lex gave it no thought. As usual, he paid absolutely no mind to the necklace, and almost didn’t even acknowledge that it even existed at all.

Finally, on the eleventh day, Mango had something else to say besides his own praise.

“You can open your eyes now. We’ve basically reached your destination, and it seems to be inside this massive fort.”

Lex’s eyes were already open – it was just that he had limited his vision to himself, Fenrir and Mango. Hearing Mango’s declaration, Lex allowed his senses to return to normal and found that he really was inside a large fort.

To be clear, it was merely large by the standards of ordinary mortals. The fort walls had a circumference of 10 miles, give or take, and was mostly filled with grasslands. The actual interior was divided into four, clear sections.

One looked like a massive farm, one looked like a ranch, one looked like it housed a lot of workers and farm hands, and the final section looked like it housed lords and nobles for the houses were grand and luxurious. The main headquarters of the fort was also within this section.

Even so, most of the land within was uncovered, as if there was more yet to build on this land.

The odd sense of stability that this place gave off, in contrast to what the Arch-Heaven had become prior to this, was because the entire fort was built out of white rocks, oddly resembling marble. Clearly, this entire fort counted as one of the structures that was protected within Arch-Heaven.

Cautiously, Lex stepped off the sled, almost anticipating some unexpected threat or danger, yet nothing happened. The white buildings, as Mango promised, were all relatively safe. The only danger in them came from its inhabitants.

Lex saw that the string, predictably, went towards the nobles section. Somehow, Lex could easily match that voice which had mocked him to some pampered lordling.

“Shall we proceed?” Lex asked Mango, relying on the fish to guard them. After all, he was their guardian, and he had proved it over the past few days. Lex could not imagine how anyone survived in Arch-Heaven outside the white buildings and without the support of someone like Mango.

“Yes, but there are rules here,” Mango said. “Like there were rules in the registration building, there are rules here as well.”

“How do you remember the registration building?” Lex asked, considering it had already been 10 days since they left.

“I am a registrar. I don’t need to remember, for I will always know my job details. Isn’t that obvious?” Mango asked, looking at Lex as if he had asked the most ridiculous question.

“Good point,” Lex said, coming to the conclusion that adopting an official role here imbued a person with specific knowledge. “So do you know the rules of

this place?”

Mango looked at Lex very seriously.

“Of course not,” he said. “All I know is that this place has rules too.”

Lex took a deep breath, and sighed, before turning to survey their

surroundings. He had to see if he could figure out the rules.

“We’ve entered the farm,” Lex said, observing their surroundings. “Let’s see if we can find a farmer. He might be able to help.”

Considering the land within the fort was not level, it was not easy to see all of it in a glance, so the three of them began to explore, careful not to step out of the

farm just yet.

If Lex had learned anything by now, it was to take the rules of Arch-Heaven

very seriously.