I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 88: Meeting of Spirits

The Emperor stepped forward. He moved slowly, closing the distance between himself and Adam, who was still using Eric’s body. Soon, the Emperor stood directly in front of him, very close.

Adam, even though he was in Eric’s smaller form, looked up at the Emperor. He noticed, with a kind of calm, scientific interest, that the Emperor was indeed much taller than Eric. Eric’s head only came up to about the Emperor’s chest.

However, Adam felt no fear. Not even a little bit of worry flickered in his cold, white eyes. He was not easily scared.

The Emperor slowly lifted one of his hands. He reached it out towards Adam. Instinctively, Adam tensed up. His own hand, the one that was still in Eric’s form, twitched a little.

He was ready to move. He was ready to raise a hand to defend himself, or maybe even to attack first, before the Emperor could do anything.

"Do not worry," the Emperor said. His voice was calm now. It was not loud or angry like it had been before. It was quiet and serious. "I know who you are. Or, at least," the Emperor added, looking closely at Adam’s white eyes, "I know what you are."

A small flicker of real surprise, something that Adam rarely felt, went through him.

This was unexpected.

Adam himself didn’t fully understand his own nature. He didn’t know exactly what he was, or where he had come from. How could this human, this ’Emperor,’ claim to know such a thing? It seemed impossible.

Before Adam could think of something to say, or even before he could feel annoyed at the Emperor’s words, the Emperor gently placed his outstretched hand on Eric’s forehead. The Emperor then closed his own eyes, as if he was concentrating very hard.

The moment the Emperor’s palm touched Eric’s skin, Adam felt a strange feeling. It was a disorienting pull, a kind of gentle suction. It felt as if his very being, his true self, was being drawn out of Eric’s physical body, like a long thread being unspooled.

It was not a painful feeling, but it was deeply unsettling. It was something he had never experienced before. He, too, let Eric’s eyes close. For a moment, he just surrendered to this unknown force, curious to see what would happen.

When Adam’s awareness returned, when he could "see" again, he found himself in a completely new place.

It was not the grand, stone council chamber of the Imperial Palace. This place was totally different. All around him, as far as he could see, was an endless stretch of bright green grass. It was like a beautiful, rolling meadow.

The sky above was a clear, perfect blue, with just a few soft, fluffy white clouds floating lazily by. A gentle breeze was blowing, making the tall grass rustle softly. The breeze carried the sweet smell of wildflowers.

Where am I? Adam thought. His inner voice, the one he used inside his own mind, had a rare note of confusion in it. This was not a feeling he was used to. He looked around the beautiful, peaceful landscape.

He could see no buildings, no roads, no signs of any people. There was no sign of the Emperor. There was no trace of the physical world, the palace, that he had just been in. It was as if he had been transported to another world entirely.

The [System Window: Millennia], his constant companion and helper, suddenly appeared before his consciousness. Its familiar blue interface, with its neat text, looked very out of place in this natural, grassy world.

"[Master]," Millennia informed him. Its synthesized voice was calm and neutral, as always. "[You are currently located in a subconscious plane. This is a place made of thought and mind-energy. This particular plane has been formed because of the psychic link, the mental connection, that was made between you and the Emperor when he touched your forehead.]" Millennia paused, then added,

"[If you wish, Master, I can attempt to extract you from this mental construct. I can try to pull you back to the physical world.]"

Adam thought about Millennia’s offer. He considered the possible good things and bad things about staying in this strange, mind-made landscape. It was a new experience, and Adam was always interested in new things, especially things connected to the mind and consciousness.

He was still thinking about this when a figure suddenly appeared a short distance away from him. It just seemed to fade into existence, like a ghost becoming solid.

Adam’s non-existent eyebrows – because in this current form, he didn’t really have a physical face – would have arched up in surprise if he’d had them.

The figure was not the Emperor, Sir David. Instead, it was a rather fat man.

He was stout and round, with a noticeable belly. He had short, dark black hair that was neatly combed. His eyes were the most striking thing about him.

They were entirely black, like two round pools of polished black stone, or obsidian. There was a strange, unnerving depth in those black eyes, as if you could fall into them and never come out.

Then, a very important detail clicked in Adam’s mind. He realized that he was no longer seeing things through Eric’s human senses. He was not feeling the world through Eric’s eyes and ears. And he was no longer limited by Eric’s physical body.

He was in his own, true form. He was an entity of pure energy and consciousness, a being of thought and power, not held back by a weak mortal shell. This realization felt... good. It felt right. It was like being set free.

Adam turned his full attention to the fat, black-eyed man. "Who are you?" Adam demanded. His voice, now his own true voice, was not like the one he had used through Eric.

This voice resonated with a deep, inherent power. It was far more profound, far more commanding, than the projected authority he had been forced to use when he was in Eric’s body. "And what is happening here? Why have you brought me to this place?"

The stout man smiled. It was a slow, knowing smile that made the corners of his black obsidian eyes crinkle up. He brought one of his hands to his chest in a calm, almost gentle gesture, as if he was introducing himself at a polite party.

"I," he said, his voice surprisingly soft for such a round man, yet it carried a clear weight, a sense of importance, "am a Spirit. Just like you." ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Adam was genuinely taken aback by this statement. A Spirit? Like him? He had always known he was different, not human.

He had suspected he was some kind of energy being. But to hear someone else say it, to meet another being who claimed to be the same... it was a lot to take in. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place in his mind, forming a startling and exciting new picture.

The entity standing before him, this portly man with the black eyes, was not the Emperor, Sir David, in a different shape and form. It was a Spirit.

And those strange words that the Emperor had spoken back in the council chamber, the ones where he said, "I know what you are"... those words had not been spoken by the mortal Emperor.

They had been spoken by this Spirit, speaking through the Emperor’s body, using him like a mouthpiece. This Spirit had been hiding inside the Emperor all along!

This realization sent a jolt of something like excitement, or perhaps a very deep curiosity, through Adam’s being. He found himself moving closer to the portly Spirit, drawn by an invisible force.

"You are like me?" he pressed. There was an eagerness in his true voice now, a feeling he had not shown, or perhaps even felt, for a very, very long time. "Can you tell me, then? If you know what we are, can you tell me more? Who are we really? What is our purpose in existing? Where did we come from? What is our origin?"

The questions that he had carried inside him for countless eons, questions that were buried deep within the core of his being, now surfaced with a sudden, undeniable urgency. He had always been alone with these questions. Now, finally, there was someone else, someone like him, who might have the answers.

The portly Spirit looked genuinely surprised by Adam’s sudden flood of questions. His black eyes widened a little. It was as if he had not expected such basic, fundamental questions from another Spirit, from one of his own kind. He seemed to think that all Spirits should already know these things.

Then, the slow, knowing smile returned to the Spirit’s round face. It was wider this time. And it seemed to be tinged with a hint of amusement, and perhaps even a little bit of a superior attitude, as if he found Adam’s ignorance funny.

"You mean to tell me," the Spirit chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest, "that you, a Spirit of such apparent power, you truly do not know from whence you came? You do not know your own beginnings?"

Adam simply shook his head. In his current, ethereal form, the gesture was more like a slight ripple of his energy field than a physical movement of a head. There was no shame in his "nod," only a clear admission of his lack of knowledge.

The portly Spirit’s smile broadened even further. He seemed to be enjoying this moment, enjoying having knowledge that the other Spirit, Adam, did not. He even patted himself on his incorporeal chest with a self-satisfied, almost smug air.

"Do not worry," the Spirit said. His voice was now laced with a kind of fatherly indulgence, like an adult speaking to a curious child. "You have come to the right place. I will tell you. I will tell you all about us."