Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 137: The Other Side

Lucas’s breath hitched.

That was Earth.

It couldn’t be anything else.

The descriptions were unmistakable—cars, phones, guns, airplanes. It was all too specific, too real, too close to home.

The wagon creaked as it rolled over uneven ground, but the sound barely registered in his mind. His hands clenched on his lap, fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers. His thoughts raced.

Was it really possible? That another person from Earth had been here before him?

His first instinct was doubt. But at the same time... the pieces fit too well.

If this legend was true, then someone—some other human—had been here long before him. And not just that. They had tried to change the world.

And failed.

Lucas swallowed hard.

M’baku watched him carefully, his golden eyes sharp, perceptive. "You recognize his words."

It wasn’t a question.

Lucas exhaled, trying to steady himself. Lying now would be pointless. M’baku had already drawn his own conclusions, and from the way he was looking at him, it was clear he wasn’t about to let this go.

"Yeah," Lucas admitted, his voice quiet. "I do."

M’baku said nothing for a long moment, then nodded, as if he had just confirmed something important. "Then tell me, Lord... Are you here to finish what he started?"

Lucas hesitated.

That was the question, wasn’t it?

He wasn’t even sure why he was here in the first place. He had been thrown into this world with nothing—no explanation, no warning, no grand purpose. He had been forced to survive, forced to fight, forced to adapt.

But if this man in the legend had truly come from Earth... that changed things.

What had happened to him? Why had he failed? Had he died? Had he given up?

And more importantly—was Lucas destined to walk the same path?

His fingers tightened around the fabric of his pants.

"...I don’t know," he admitted. "I didn’t come here with some grand plan to unite humans and monsters. I just wanted to survive."

M’baku studied him for a long moment, then gave a slow nod. "Perhaps. But fate has a way of leading men down roads they never intended to walk."

Lucas exhaled sharply. "Yeah, well, fate can go screw itself."

M’baku let out a deep chuckle. "A sentiment many great men have shared."

The air between them grew quiet again, the wagon swaying gently with the rhythm of the road.

Lucas’s mind wouldn’t stop racing.

If this man from the legend was real, then there were answers out there—somewhere. Maybe buried in history, maybe lost to time. But they existed.

And he needed to find them.

Because if there was one thing he knew for certain...

He wasn’t going to end up like that man.

If Lucas was going to survive in this world, if he was going to carve out a place for himself, then he needed to understand everything—the past, the truth, the rules that bound this world together.

And if that meant following the echoes of a legend...

Then so be it.

His gaze flickered to the horizon, where the sun was dipping lower, painting the sky in streaks of orange and red.

For the first time since arriving in this world, he had a goal.

And he wasn’t going to stop until he found the truth.

Somewhere Beyond the Mortal Realm...

High above the physical world, beyond the reach of mortals, where the threads of fate were woven and unraveled, two divine figures observed Lucas through an ethereal veil.

A grand mechanical construct loomed behind them—an immense, floating city of metal and gears, its foundations built upon a swirling vortex of raw energy. Towering spires pulsed with golden light, feeding into an intricate web of circuits and conduits. It was a creation beyond human comprehension, a fusion of divine power and technology.

At the center of it all, the God of Technology stood, his form flickering between the appearance of a humanoid figure clad in obsidian metal and a shifting, digitized construct. His eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, constantly shifting with streams of data.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"So, will he fail again?"

His voice echoed in the void, resonating like a symphony of overlapping transmissions. His gaze remained locked on Lucas, the mortal who unknowingly carried the weight of something far greater than himself.

Beside him, lounging atop a throne woven from intertwining vines and silver roots, the God of Fertility chuckled softly. Unlike her counterpart, her form was organic—flowing silks draped over her golden skin, her hair shifting like cascading water, her very presence exuding life and abundance. She lazily swirled a goblet of deep crimson nectar in her hand.

"This is the third attempt, dear Tech. You should know by now that mortals always surprise us," she mused, her emerald eyes twinkling with amusement.

The God of Technology’s smirk did not waver. "Three times now, we have tried to forge the bridge between Earth and this realm. Three times, we have sent a core to be the heart of the machine." His gaze darkened. "Three times, the deities of this world have fought against us."

The God of Fertility sighed, taking a slow sip from her goblet. "They are territorial. They hoard their world like dragons hoard gold. But this time will be different."

The God of Technology turned to her, one brow raised. "And what makes you so certain?"

She smiled, tracing a finger through the air, and a new vision unfolded before them—a shimmering projection of Lucas, his golden eyes reflecting the dying sunlight as he clenched his fists in determination.

"Because this one is not just a core. He is a man who does not yet realize his role."

"And that," she continued, setting down her goblet with a delicate clink, "is what makes him the perfect key to our victory."

The God of Technology narrowed his eyes. "You believe he will willingly become the heart of the machine?"

The God of Fertility grinned. "No. Not willingly. Not yet. But in time... when he learns the truth, when he sees the chaos of this world for what it truly is..."

She leaned forward, her voice a whisper, yet it resonated through the infinite space between realms.

"He will have no choice."

The God of Technology chuckled, turning his gaze back to Lucas.

"Then let us see how this game unfolds."

***

Sweat dripped down Lena’s brow as she gasped for breath, her arms trembling slightly from exertion. The training grounds behind Aurelia’s estate were vast—an open field enclosed by high stone walls, illuminated by floating orbs of light that flickered with ethereal blue energy. The ground bore scorch marks and deep grooves from previous battles, a testament to the relentless training that took place here.

Across from her, Aurelia stood with an impassive expression, arms crossed as she observed Lena’s stance.

"Again," Aurelia ordered.

Lena gritted her teeth and raised her hand. Energy crackled at her fingertips, raw and untamed, swirling in chaotic bursts. She steadied her breathing, focusing. Her opponent was not an enemy but a mentor—one who had pushed her to limits she never knew she had.

With a sharp exhale, she extended her arm forward, and a pulse of energy erupted from her palm. The air rippled, sending a shockwave toward the training dummy at the far end of the field. The force struck its target, splintering the wooden frame and leaving behind a smoking crater where it once stood.

For a moment, silence.

Then, a slow clap.

Lena turned, panting, to see Aurelia nodding in approval.

"Your control is still lacking, but your mana power is undeniable," Aurelia remarked, stepping closer. "You don’t have the blessing of any god, yet your strength surpasses many who do."

Lena swallowed hard, her pulse still racing from the exertion. "So what does that mean?"

Aurelia studied her for a moment, then spoke with quiet certainty.

"It means that, whether you realize it or not, you will play a role in Velmoria’s future."

The weight of those words settled on Lena’s shoulders, but before she could respond, Aurelia turned away.

"That’s enough for today. Go rest."

Lena exhaled sharply, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She didn’t argue—she was exhausted.

With a final glance at the ruined training dummy, she followed Aurelia out of the grounds, her mind swirling with thoughts.

Raventhorn – Evening Streets

The walk back was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city winding down.

At the crossroads, where they always parted ways, Aurelia hesitated. As Lena turned to leave, her mentor’s voice cut through the evening air.

"You will be invaluable to Velmoria," Aurelia said simply.

Lena paused, glancing back. The conviction in Aurelia’s eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

She didn’t reply. She simply nodded and walked toward her inn.

The horizon was painted in fiery hues, the last light of the sun casting long shadows across the cobbled streets.

Lena slowed her steps, her heart heavy.

She lifted her gaze to the sky, feeling the ache in her chest grow stronger.

Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

"Lucas... I miss you."

The wind carried her words into the fading light, and as the last rays of the sun disappeared, she turned and stepped into the inn, leaving the city to the embrace of the night.