Chaos Devourer System-Chapter 207: Continuing Down The Bridge

Chapter 207: Continuing Down The Bridge

“I understand your point system. Other’s worst fears are what make them scared to death. Its form is instilled in their head and deep in their consciousness. Access to it, might just make the worst fear become my own new worst fears but that should be okay judging from the type of people are used it on.

If It is awakeners like my age then I would be safe but if used on people like the Nine Families Patriarch, then I might be simply haunted to death by it. I understand and will be careful before implementing the ability…” Zeras said with a smile as he finally got what the system was saying and rounded it up to one word.

“Be careful!”

“With that out of the way, what is with the Astral Titan Genome…”

[According To System’s report, you have gained the power of the Astral Titan from the vision. That blue mark on your head, to be specific. It seems when the king of the Slumbering Titans was banished from the Celestial Titans, his bloodline began regressing resulting in the Slumbering Titan gene being born.

But the man was special as his regressing bloodline suddenly changed to a new Titan bloodline vastly different from his original Celestial Titans Bloodline. His new bloodline is the bloodline you currently hold in you.

The Astral Titan Bloodline. As for this bloodline, there had only been a single user who might perhaps not even be aware of his bloodline mutation. The host is the second person to possess this bloodline so the ins and outs would have to be slowly discovered by him.]

“Oh? Ok, I get it…” Zeras said as he closed his eyes and then willed it.

“Activate Astral Titan Morph…” Immediately the entire space around Zeras quivered as the bridge beneath his feet shook crazily.

BADUM

BADUM

BADUM

Immediately his heart began pumping within his chest, causing circular undulation from where his heart was as Zera clenched his teeth tightly in pain.

A blue light flared brightly from this part of space illuminating the fog and darkness its source was none other than the star mark on Zera’s forehead but before it could completely flare out with its light.

On the bridge, red runic lines suddenly appeared beneath Zera’s feet as he fell onto his knees and the ability got canceled.

“What!!?”

[It seems the space doesn’t permit the use of abilities…] The system notification panel appeared as Zeras creased his eyebrows before they once again relaxed.

‘I actually thought it didn’t work. That would have been a first time…’

Immediately he slowly rose as he looked at the bridge that extended into the distance and this time Zeras eyes flashed brightly.

On this bridge, he had learned of the history behind his Slumbering Titan Genome and even managed to improve his strength.

Hearing the name of the bridge, the Tapestry Of Lives instilled hope in him. Perhaps, just perhaps, he’ll learn of the history of his Absolute Morph Gene! His origin.

BOOOOM

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Immediately Zeras took the first test, he faded away as his body blitzed through the air with his fastest speed. The voice to stop and turn back never left, only getting louder but he knew well it was nothing but a distraction and he quickly sealed off his mind.

— — —

The distance was long, and the sight of the endless bridge was harrowing.

Slowly Zeras skidded to a stop as he heaved loudly in exhaustion. He had been running at full speed for almost three hours and yet he had come in contact with nothing.

He couldn’t look back at how much he had travelled and the front of him was basically endless with no sign of ending in sight.

But most important was the coldness that was slowly building as he moved farther and farther. It was a coldness that ignored all types of bodily defense he might had and entered into his system directly into his bones.

Slowly he stood up from his bowed position as he began walking forward.

1 hour…

The air was getting even colder as strange foggy-looking white air blew wildly around the place.

2 hours…

It was a maelstrom of snow overflowing around the place, sending piercing howling sounds.

At the center of the harsh environment, stood a bridge completely covered up in snow and ice, and on the bridge itself walked a young man with hair no difference to the snows.

His handsome white face had a shade of red in it and his lips were cracked and bloody. His entire clothing was decorated with snow that dropped off him with every single step yet thrice what dropped was added back to him.

Zeras tucked his hands under his armpit as he darted around the place with his piercing blue eyes.

Snow!

That was all he saw. His blood was slowly turning solid within him, something he could sense easily as he was beginning to find it harder and harder to keep on walking.

Yet he continued. Because he was well aware this might perhaps be the only way for him to find it. To get what he had always wanted.

1 hour later…

Zeras fell onto his knees as white air rushed out of his mouth and nose. The maelstrom of snow had increased massively, and the piercing wind could almost lift him off his feet.

His body had been completely sapped of strength and matter how hard he tried to use his genetic abilities. They never worked.

“Is this it…” A broken smile on his face as he turned to look into the distance where nothing but an endless area of ice and snow could be seen. Is there truly no end to the bridge?

“The Tapestry Of Lives…” Zeras muttered under his breath as his consciousness was slowly turning dark and he remained on his knees, head bowed and slowly covered up by the snow.

He had lost consciousness.

But as he remained bowed, the maelstrom of snow was suddenly illuminated in a piercing blue light as runic symbols once again appeared around him brimming with chaotic blue light.

Then they flared out with a powerful light, all concentrated on Zera’s figure.

And slowly Zeras descended deeper and deeper into the darkness, the concept of time lost but slowly his eyelids quiver and he widened his eyes to the absolute limits in shock.

The sound of running heels…

“Where am I?”