The Lord Is Too Overbearing

[Synchronization]—the name of the Technique that bewildered Gorgophone in Basil’s past life. This was the Technique that Gorgophone couldn’t believe a human could ever master, but Basil managed to master.

What was [Synchronization]?

Essentially, [Synchronization] was a state where a Swordmaster was so close to his sword, it developed a consciousness, which people had come to call Sword Soul.

Sword Soul was originally a part of the Swordmaster’s soul that became independent, however didn’t do any harm to the Swordmaster, and instead greatly aided him in battles.

Sword Soul brought many benefits to the Swordmaster, but it still needed to be cultivated so it could keep growing stronger. [Synchronization] was the way to nurture the Sword Soul.

In Basil’s case, thanks to his genius, he could perform [Synchronization] with Vagus, which, at that time, had contained the half fragment of Asia’s soul that had been cursed to be forever bound to Vagus.

Asia had kept her true identity remain a secret by acting as a Sword Soul for all the time Basil had spent his life wielding Vagus, and in result, Basil doubted if he really had mastered [Synchronization] the moment he knew Asia was not his Sword Soul.

Therefore, when Asia told him to connect with Caliburn by performing [Synchronization], he felt a little bit sceptical. He, in the end, had never created his Sword Soul, so he couldn’t bring himself to believe he had been executing the right [Synchronization].

This was the reason why he had been refraining himself from synchronizing himself with Caliburn and instead poured Asia’s Evolving soul into it to execute [Synchronization].

When Asia kept nagging him to perform [Synchronization] with Caliburn, he, for a second, thought about a perfect way to kick Asia out of his Mindscape. The moment he thought so however, he suddenly recalled his conversation with his mother.

—Rejecting her is the same as rejecting a part of you.

Something suddenly clicked inside his head as he pondered about what his mother had said.

Basil had believed that he had never created a Sword Soul, which was the basic requirement to learn [Synchronization], since Asia was a Soul Fragment that had been pretending to be his Sword Soul.

Therefore, he couldn’t bring himself to believe that he had mastered the real [Synchronization] anymore.

Upon recalling his mother’s words however, he immediately understood what had happened: his Sword Soul must have had fused with Asia.

This was the reason why his mother had called Asia a part of him, and why the Asia in Vagus was very different from the Asia in one of Solomon’s 9 Seals. His Sword Soul had caused the other half of Asia’s soul to go dumb.

In other words, he could perform and had mastered the real [Synchronization]!

[Darling, can you stop insulting me unconsciously?!]

Ignoring the words that had just come out of Asia’s mouth, Basil concentrated on pouring his consciousness into Caliburn with the help of his Qi and Mana.

The process took faster than he had expected, as he lost contact with the outside world in just a couple of seconds. He also lost all of his 5 senses momentarily, but he immediately regained them the moment he could see again.

As he looked around, he found he was now in a vast grass field that seemed limitless. The sky and the grasses were colored in gold, giving the place a majestic and ethereal look.

The warm wind gently breezed through the golden grasses, making them sway like they were dancing. The scene was so peaceful, anyone who saw it would immediately get comfortable and fall asleep.

Basil was not anyone however; he kept looking around vigilantly as he tried to figure out who resided in the realm. He knew looks could be deceiving, so he never let his guard down even though he was in the safest place in the world.

“You have a great mindset, young man. You need, however, to let loose once in a while.”

At the voice coming from behind him, Basil immediately turned around. The moment he did so, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on the bank of the river he was sure had never been there before.

“… I wonder if you are the owner of this realm.”

Basil looked carefully at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had just appeared there undetected, showing how much control he had over the realm, so he couldn’t just treat the man the way he liked.

Who knows what the man could do to him if he somehow angered the man? Unlike the less bright Asia, the middle-aged man got the full control of the realm after all—he needed to be careful.

“As I have said earlier… You need to let loose.” The middle-aged man turned around to look at Basil, showing his slightly wrinkled but still attractive face. “Come sit beside me and enjoy this golden river.”

Since he suspected the middle-aged man might not be a Sword Soul, Basil silently stared at the middle-aged man to figure out the middle-aged man’s identity. Alas, he couldn’t figure out the man’s identity as he couldn’t access the Guide.

“… I will take up on that offer.” With a sigh, Basil walked towards the man, then sat himself down beside the man. “Is this river made of liquid gold?”

“… I thought you were the ‘straight-to-business’ type of a guy,” the man mused. “I am glad that you are not.”

Unamused, Basil snarkily responded, “I thought you might not like it if I be myself, so I decided to ask you a useless question to waste our time.”

“Hahaha…” The man laughed deeply. “What an interesting person you are.” He turned his head to Basil. “Do you know who I am?”

“That’s what I have been asking you.”

“I am Solomon…” The man, who was revealed to be Solomon, looked at Basil silently in expectation.

“So?”

“Huh?! Pardon?” Solomon was floored at Basil’s lack of surprise. “Shouldn’t you freak out and be a fangirl?”

“Did you die single? It was what people who died single always said after all.”

“I didn’t die single! I had a fiancé, but I died without marrying her!” Solomon lost his temper when he realized it. “Kuhum! Anyway, who are you, young man? For you to see me here, you must be a special individual.”

“My name is Basil Pacifer.” Looking into Solomon’s eyes deeply, Basil materialized his golden Pacifer Seal on his forehead.

“T-This is… The Fated Child—he has been born!” Solomon widened his eyes as he abruptly stood up in shock. “I-It’s time! It’s time to regain our glory! Hahaha!”

Basil sighed heavily as he heard the mention of the Fated Child and the other mysterious things Solomon had said. He was already tired of being not in the know, but everyone seemed fond of hiding almost everything from him.

Basil’s most feared thing was being ignorant. He abhorred the idea of being ignorant, and hated to be left clueless. He didn’t like uncertainty, especially when it was regarding his life course. He hated the feeling of not being in control of his life.

“What is the Fated Child?”

“Huh?! C-Calm down, young man.”

As emotion got the better of him, by the time Basil knew it, he was already grabbing Solomon, the Father of Magic, by his collar. He was glaring coldly at Solomon while exuding his thick killing intent.

“Let go of my collar first,” Solomon said softly. He was honestly intimidated, so he was careful towards Basil. “I will explain you as much as you can know.”

As Solomon noticed the light of dissatisfaction in Basil’s eyes, he immediately added, “Ah, don’t get me wrong! It is not that I don’t want to tell you—I can’t tell you. I don’t want to cause Butterfly Effect!”

“… Nonsense.” Although Basil was dissatisfied by Solomon’s answer, he still let go of Solomon. “Just tell me that a certain being has prohibited you from telling me.”

Basil had found himself more than once ignored by the Guide due to some topics he had asked. The Guide would sometime provide him answers, but it all had been repetitive answers that showed the unwillingness of the Guide to answer him.

That always happened whenever he asked about the Gods and Pacifer Clan’s history.

Since the only one who could forbid the Guide to answer him was the omnipotent being who had sent him to the past, he concluded that this omnipotent being was purposely keeping him in the dark about his Clan and himself.

Therefore, he deduced it was also the case for Solomon.

“There is actually no one that forbids me to tell you anything. I am just saying the truth, Basil.” Solomon sighed.

As he righted himself, he muttered, “Gosh! Why do you have to be so tall? You almost killed me when you let go of my collar. Next time, refrain yourself from lifting up an old man by his collar—it’s disrespectful!”

“Are you done?” Basil quirked his eyebrow.

“Kuhum! Yeah, I am done. Forgive me for my rumbling.” Solomon looked straight at Basil then said. “Lucky bastard, your role as the Fated Child is to impregnate all of the incredible women of Pacifer Clan. Gah! How envious!”

“…”

While Solomon shed an envious tears, Basil looked at Solomon as if he wanted to strangle Solomon to death. He was sure the man was joking, and he didn’t like people who joked when he was being serious.

“Seriously though, you have to loosen up.” Solomon patted Basil’s shoulder. “I was just joking, but not entirely. As long as your wife is kind enough to share, that thing might happen.” He winked.

“Do you think my fist will fit in your mouth?”

“Kuhum! Anyway, Basil, the hope of our Lord,” Solomon looked at Basil seriously, “being the Fated Child means to be the strongest existence that has ever been born to this world. Use that power wisely.”

“…”

“What? I have explained as much as I can. I don’t have to tell you about your duty as a Pacifer Clan member, right? Defend it! Make your mother proud!”

“…”

At Basil’s lack of response, Solomon cleared his throat. “Kuhum! Look at that golden river, Basil. Bathe yourself in the golden liquid, and you’ll find… Uh… What have you done?!”

“I enter the river, just like what you said.”

“I didn’t tell you to absorb it, did I?!” Solomon scratched his head in frustration as he looked at the empty river.

He didn’t know how Basil could absorb all of the golden liquid that was previously in the river, but he was sure he had just witnessed the birth of a monster.