The Villain's Story-Chapter [473] Stefan Caraval(2)

473 [473] Stefan Caraval(2)

The group continued to travel through the forest, this time taking the peaceful approach. No trees or nature was harmed this time. Although, the constant praises of the people did get on 'Alan's' nerves.

'Such zealots, or are they simply trying to curry some favor with the cardinal?'

He thought, his eyes coldly observing each and every person here. He almost wanted to grimace when he realized he could not see through the Knight's armor, certainly, it was not ordinary by any means to avoid his eyes.

'All of that aside...'

He, after realizing that he could no longer gather any more information, turned to look at himself.

"My..."

He cooed, as he observed his own body. Filled with some scars and the intricate bloodline tattoos. He also wished to marvel at the dragon on his back, lamenting the fact that he did not have eyes on the back of his head.

'The kid achieved a lot...impressive.'

He said, as he continued walking. He looked at the tattoo of the phoenix on his right arm, at first, he didn't really believe it was real.

'Suleras actually gave it to him, that's a surprise.'

If his memory served him correctly, Suleras went through literal hell to defeat the Phoenix. It was the legendary beast of the South part of the Universe, The Guardian of the South, a Mythical God beast, on the upper ranks of the Supremes.

Suleras and its fight lasted decades, neither supreme willing to accept defeat, Chaos and Fire had battled for ages, ripping the southern part of the Universe apart, multiple planets destroyed and galaxies split apart.

And Suleras had emerged victorious. His element of Chaos had given him an edge, but even to this day he still has wounds on his figure from the phoenix he was unable to heal. It was quite a legendary battle that still had stories of it told. If he remembered correctly, it was stored in the Archives back on the capital od Dragons.

Suleras had suffered a lot, and it came as a surprise he gave the bloodline to Alan.

'The dragons and godbeasts both are at their wit's end huh...'

Jame's shifted his attention to theleft side of this body, looking at the tattoo which represented him, The jade snake.

However, no matter how much he racked through his brains, even he was left confused. No matter what he knew of, this was peculiar.

He had never seen something like this...and it disturbed him. He, quite frankly, hated it.

Despising the Unknown, and fearing it was a natural tendency of a living being, but, because of his own character, it was amplified.

'Had the Ouroborous induced such a change?'

He thought, but could not come to any conclusions, both the dragon on his back and the snake were strange, he knew nothing about them.

'Well, I should study them mo-'

"Brother, from which tribe have you come from?"

His thoughts were interrupted by that mellow voice once again, he thought.

'And he's the most dangerous one here...'

James decided he would be especially wary around this young cardinal.

"It's far away from here, you would not know of it."

"No worries brother, a tribe that could produce such an outstanding warrior like you, adorned with tribal tattoos and the ability to speak our language must be quite influential."

'Annoying fucking prick.'

He cursed, as he looked at the young man on top of the horse. There was a sort of fiery, holy glow around him that James absolutely loathed. He was surely an apostle of a diety or something, it would explain his position at his tender age, as well as James inability to see through him.

"Haha, I have sworn an oath, which is why I would like to refrain from talking about my tribe."

'Based on their armor, and the physique the kid possesses, this should be a good answer.'

Thankfully, it was.

"Ah, I see. My sincere apologies."

'Phew.'

James heaved a sigh of relief. He had just woken up in Alan's body, and was suddenly thrust here, he didn't know what was happening. He was taking some time to recover himself, so he was completely unaware of what had transpired.

However, a light of hope appeared. The information he desperately needed.

[Tower of Trials.]

[61-70th floors.]

[Description: You are transported into a world of sword, magic and gods. A lucky encounter with Cardinal Stefan, the soon to be pope makes it so that you are not entirely lost. He has taken some interest in you, and wishes to xonvert you from your barbaric ways to a devotee.]

[Objective: Clear the stage in whatever way you deem fit.]

'Hmmm...'

James pondered as he read the words written on the display.

'The tower of Trials? The one back on Earth? Interesting...'

If he remembered correctly, he had managed to go to the fiftieth or something floor when he challenged it. And Aranus had gone to the eightieth floor. But, his memory of such an occurrence was hazy because he didn't deem it to be too important.

The things that happened after this were much worse.

'The kid...what happened to him?'

James wondered, a tinge of worry in his tone. He couldn't let anything happen to Alan, lest everything he planned will be for naught.

He closed his eyes and searched inside the body, and finally found Alan's soul, cracked and chained.

[Damaged soul, held captive. Tower will release it when the 70th floor has been cleared.]

"...."

Fishing through his memories, he found out that the reason the soul was damaged was because of the previous floors.

"The retard..." James thought, Alan had confused the monsters of the previous floor to attack his head, but in reality, they attacked the soul. The headache was just a distraction.

"I sleep for some time and you fuck everything up."

He sighed, but he couldn't do anything about it. His authority was not available as of yet, and neither was his strength. The only thing he had was what Alan had achieved. Which was still remarkable.

"Very well..."

He said in a low voice, maliciously looking at Stefan with a creepy smile. His hair slowly turned blonde.

"I'll clear these floors for you."