Chapter 111: The Truth

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: The Truth

Jeremy heard the sounds echoing from all directions, quickly realizing they were transmitted from the outside world.

The fact that he could hear these words proved his consciousness was in an awake state. Furthermore, the place he was standing was not a dreamscape... but a subconscious space.

But the focal point right now didn’t lie there.

The focal point was the core of the discussion out there: the original owner Sylas... and the eldest young master of the Duke’s mansion, Jeremy Noan Valmont.

The older brother in the original owner’s mouth. The two individuals of the direct bloodline the priests mentioned. No matter which analytical direction it turned, everything pointed straight at him - a soul from an otherworldly realm.

Jeremy’s mood became very hard to name.

He tried to force himself to wake up. Failed.

After confirming he couldn’t pull his consciousness up to the surface on his own, he simply sat still, continuing to listen.

Melson’s voice rang out: "Does the High Priest mean that the second young master will never wake up again?"

The high priest casually denied it: "It’s not entirely impossible. It’s just that the rule’s backlash is too heavy. Even if the Divine Temple goes all out, I fear we cannot awaken him within a few short years."

"What is the fastest timeframe?"

"To completely wash away the rule’s influence so he can open his eyes, at the shortest it would take ten years. Perhaps even longer."

In other words, this was precisely a sentence of slumber.

Melson fell silent for a moment: "Then what is the eldest young master’s current condition?"

"Rest assured. His lost soul fragments have perfectly merged with the remaining soul portion in his body. There will be no issues once he wakes up."

Another priest sighed: "...Considering the state of an incomplete soul, further forcefully swept into an otherworldly realm, living there for over ten years, the eldest young master must have endured continuous illness, while being rejected by the very rules of that world.

If he hadn’t returned in time, I fear he would have died before the age of eighteen, his soul dissipating immediately after. For the second young master to disregard the backlash to sacrifice himself, it must be because he clearly saw this."

The leading high priest spoke up, his voice flat and slow: "Let bygones be bygones. For the eldest young master to return, it means that in another space-time, he has died once. This return is precisely a rebirth. I believe the Goddess of Light will bestow upon him a brilliant rebirth."

Hearing this, the remaining priests sequentially used their own divine power as the price to perform a blessing ritual.

Melson stood nearby, his mood so indescribable there were no words to convey it properly.

To think the person he faced the past few days wasn’t Sylas, but the eldest young master who had lain in a coma for over ten years...

It was his dereliction of duty. For so many days, he couldn’t even spot the difference between the two.

Indeed. Outwardly, the Valmont family stated that their eldest young master went missing; even the second young master was kept in the dark.

Only the Divine Temple, the Duke and his wife, along with a few trusted confidants, knew clearly that the eldest young master’s soul had vanished. However, it was unknown since when the second young master had learned of this, yet he had secretly used forbidden arts to summon the eldest young master’s soul back.

Melson’s face revealed no trace of emotion. He merely bowed his head slightly: "When the eldest young master wakes up, please explain the entire matter clearly to him. I fear the eldest young master himself does not grasp his true identity, he will certainly be confused."

The high priest did not refuse, merely giving a brief affirmative response.

After the two sides exchanged another round of details and subsequent treatment plans, the conversation temporarily concluded.

Melson: "The Duke and Duchess have received the news and will rush to the capital earlier than expected. The guest rooms are prepared, please rest temporarily in the mansion. We will discuss specific matters further when the Duke returns..."

Along with the sound of the door closing, the voices also thinned out and then faded completely.

The surrounding elemental light specks permeated back into his body little by little.

Jeremy lowered his eyes, his head throbbing in waves.

The memory segment that he couldn’t dig up no matter how hard he clawed before, coupled with what the original owner had seen on the lifeline, all simultaneously became clear in this exact moment.

Pieced together with the information that had just leaked from the conversation out there, all lingering doubts finally had answers.

It turned out the Blood Fiend on Earth, plus the sickly body since birth, wasn’t due to some curse, nor was it because the heavens particularly despised him... but simply because of an incomplete soul, and being pushed out by that world’s rules because he wasn’t a native.

The original owner also hadn’t been so tired of living that he had to drag an otherworldly soul back to take his place.

The real reason was that through his bloodline power, he had seen his older brother about to die, even having his soul dissipate with no way back. Thus, disregarding his own safety, he would rather push himself into an infinite slumber to break the rules, using forbidden arts to pull him back.

The entire content of that novel... also existed solely for one purpose: to let a newcomer like him grasp this world before being swallowed by it.

As for the ending where the dark forces crushed the continent, that was merely a fragment of the future the original owner accidentally foresaw.

"The older brother’s death and dissipation", "The empire destroyed by dark forces" - that was the entirety of what Sylas read on the lifeline.

As for the perspective belonging to Amber instead of his own, that was purely a coincidence. Absolutely not because that guy was the male lead or a child of destiny.

The "welcome home" heard when fainting earlier... was the message the original owner left in the sea of consciousness before completely sinking into a coma.

Not remembering anything the day he transmigrated was clearly because the soul wasn’t stable at the time.

And the continuous fainting spells on Earth - that was because the Divine Temple was using every possible method to call him back, causing his soul to be constantly shaken.

Those coma periods, exactly like now, were actually him being in the consciousness space of this physical body, on the Sylvanor continent.

Although the Divine Temple had never fully succeeded, they had indeed managed to pull his soul back a few times. It was just that afterward, it was pushed right back to Earth.

During the time his soul was in Sylvanor, he forgot everything belonging to Earth. When he returned to Earth, he forgot all about Sylvanor.

It repeated like that over and over, creating an endless vicious cycle.

And because his soul, when in Sylvanor, was always kept in the consciousness space, he had never once been able to open his eyes in the reality of this continent.

Jeremy cast his eyes toward the door situated in the middle of the water mirror.

Every time he fell into the consciousness space, when his mind was empty without a single memory fragment, he would walk through that bizarre door to reach another place.

It seemed to also be a consciousness space. But not his.

And every time he went there... he always met the same child.

What happened, he couldn’t remember at all now. The only remaining impression was: the other person was very pretty.

So pretty that over a dozen years later, when everything else had been wiped blank, that detail still remained intact.

Based on that faint impression, it must be a little boy?

Every time he walked through the door that kid was there with him, yet he had forgotten it completely...