Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 139: Journey Wasn’t Over

Lucas met the pilot’s sharp gaze, his mind racing. The man’s uniform, the mechs—everything about them screamed advanced technology, something that shouldn’t exist in a world ruled by magic.

"You could say that," Lucas finally responded, keeping his tone neutral. "And you? You don’t exactly look like you belong here either."

The pilot let out a dry chuckle. "I suppose that’s fair. My name is Kael Drayden, Lieutenant of the Oblivion Empire’s patrol division." He gestured towards the massive machine behind him. "And this... is my unit."

Lucas exhaled sharply, his expression shifting as a realization dawned upon him. "Oblivion Empire..." He muttered under his breath before meeting Kael’s gaze with narrowed eyes. "So it’s true. You come from that place—the land ruled by a tyrant, steeped in Dark Magic."

Kael’s entire body went rigid, his expression twisting into something that was equal parts fury and disbelief. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," Lucas replied evenly, though he could feel the tension crackling in the air. "The Oblivion Empire—lost to history, cursed by the gods for its crimes. A land of forbidden technology, ruled by a ruthless tyrant who wielded Dark Magic to bend the world to his will." He crossed his arms. "At least, that’s how the stories go."

Kael’s fists clenched, his jaw tightening as his composure visibly cracked. "Unbelievable," he spat. "Even after all this time, even after centuries of isolation, the outside world still spreads those lies." His voice dripped with barely contained anger. "Let me tell you something, outsider. We are not some damned cult of dark sorcerers. We do not serve a tyrant. And we certainly do not use Dark Magic!"

Lucas remained silent, watching as Kael took a step closer, his eyes blazing. "Do you even know why we were erased from history?" he demanded. "Do you understand why the world turned its back on us?"

Lucas didn’t answer immediately. He wanted to hear it from Kael himself.

The pilot scoffed, shaking his head in frustration. "It wasn’t because of Dark Magic. It wasn’t because of some tyrant. It was because we rejected the gods. Because we chose knowledge over blind devotion."

M’baku’s ears twitched, but he remained still, listening intently.

Kael continued, his voice laced with old bitterness. "While the rest of the world relied on divine blessings and magical miracles, we sought something more—something real. We built machines that could rival the strength of dragons, weapons that could shatter kingdoms. And for that? We were deemed heretics."

Lucas frowned. "So you’re saying the world turned against you just because you didn’t believe in the gods?"

Kael laughed—a sharp, humorless sound. "They feared us. Not because of Dark Magic, but because we proved we didn’t need magic at all. We didn’t worship their gods. We didn’t kneel. And for that, they called us dangerous." He gestured to his mech behind him, his voice steady but seething. "We didn’t fall because we were weak. We were silenced because we threatened the very foundation of their rule."

Lucas studied him carefully. There was no hesitation in Kael’s words, no cracks in his conviction. Either he was a masterful liar... or he was telling the truth.

"Then what about the tyrant?" Lucas asked. "The stories say—"

"Stories," Kael cut in sharply. "Fairy tales spun by those who wanted to erase us. There was no tyrant. Our leaders were no worse than the kings and emperors you still serve today." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You think you know the truth, but all you have are the lies of victors."

Lucas remained silent for a long moment.

If what Kael said was true... then history itself had been rewritten. The Oblivion Empire wasn’t some damned land of dark sorcery—it was a nation that had challenged the gods and paid the price.

And now, it still existed. Still watching.

Lucas met Kael’s gaze once more.

This... changed everything.

Kael folded his arms, his gaze sharp with scrutiny. "If you believe the lies of history, then tell me—who is the king you serve?"

Lucas let out a short breath, shaking his head. "I don’t serve anyone."

Kael’s eyes narrowed. "No allegiance? No master?"

"None," Lucas answered plainly. "I’m not a knight, not a noble, not some servant to a throne. I walk my own path."

Kael studied Lucas for a long moment, his piercing gaze weighing the truth in his words. Then, with a slow nod, he let out a sigh.

"Good," he said, his voice devoid of its previous hostility. "Then you’re not my enemy. But listen closely—don’t involve yourself in things you don’t understand. The world you know is built on lies, and those who uphold them won’t hesitate to destroy you if you dig too deep."

Lucas crossed his arms, keeping his expression neutral. "Sounds like a warning."

Kael smirked, but it lacked amusement. "Call it advice. You don’t seem like a fool, so take it." He turned away, heading back toward his mech, his posture relaxed but commanding.

Lucas watched him go, still processing everything. The revelation about the Oblivion Empire, the hidden history, the idea that magic itself might be a tool of oppression—it was a lot to take in. But one thing was clear: the world was far more complicated than he had believed.

As Kael reached his mech, he paused and looked over his shoulder. "One more thing," he said. "Don’t stir up trouble. If you do, I’ll hear about it." His eyes gleamed with a quiet menace. "And I won’t be so lenient next time." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Lucas met his gaze, unflinching. "I don’t plan on causing trouble," he said. "But I don’t take orders either."

Kael chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Figures." Without another word, he climbed into the cockpit of his mech, the machine coming to life with a low hum. The ground trembled slightly as it took a step back.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, the mech propelled itself into the air, vanishing into the clouds within seconds.

The clearing fell silent once more.

M’baku exhaled, finally relaxing his stance. "That was... unexpected."

Lucas nodded slowly, his mind still spinning. "Yeah. And I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we meet him."

He turned his gaze toward the horizon, a new determination settling in his chest.

If Kael was right—if the world had been built on lies—then it was time to start uncovering the truth.

As the mech’s roar faded into the distance, the forest settled into an uneasy silence. The encounter with Kael left an unshakable tension in the air, but there was nothing more to be done tonight.

Lucas exhaled slowly and turned to M’baku. "We should find a place to rest. No point in standing around here."

M’baku nodded, his feline ears twitching. "Agreed. That pilot didn’t seem interested in a fight, but who knows what else is lurking in these woods?"

Together, they moved through the trees until they found a small clearing with a fallen tree large enough to provide some cover. Lucas gathered some dried leaves and branches, creating a makeshift bedding. The night air was crisp, but not unbearably cold.

M’baku sat down, rolling his shoulders. "I’ll take the first watch," he offered. "You should sleep. You were the one talking to that guy the most."

Lucas hesitated but nodded. He wasn’t about to argue when exhaustion was already creeping into his body. "Wake me if anything happens."

Lying down against the fallen tree, Lucas stared up at the canopy. The events of the day replayed in his mind—the revelation about the Oblivion Empire, Kael’s warning, the realization that the world’s history might be built on deception.

It was a lot.

Eventually, fatigue won over his thoughts, and he drifted into sleep.

The crisp morning air was disturbed by the sharp sound of approaching footsteps. Lucas stirred, his senses sharpening before his eyes even opened. M’baku was already alert, his feline ears twitching as he turned toward the newcomer.

A familiar voice, laced with irritation, broke the morning calm. "You’re still sleeping? No wonder humans are always behind."

Lucas opened his eyes fully, already knowing who it was. Standing at the edge of their makeshift camp, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on her face, was Sylmara. Her silver hair shimmered in the morning light, and her piercing emerald eyes held their usual disdain.

M’baku let out a sigh. "Well, good morning to you too."

Lucas sat up, rubbing his face. "What do you want, Sylmara?"

She huffed, shifting her weight. "We’re leaving. You’ve wasted enough time."

M’baku shot Lucas a glance before standing up and stretching. "So, you’re really going to keep helping them?"

Lucas exhaled, glancing toward the sky before standing. "It’s not like I have a choice."

M’baku’s tail flicked. "You always have a choice."

Lucas met his gaze, his expression firm. "Not this time. I need to get back to Raventhorn."

M’baku studied him for a moment, then nodded. He wouldn’t push further.

Sylmara, growing impatient, turned on her heel. "Then stop wasting time. Let’s move."

Lucas took one last look at the peaceful morning before following.

Their journey wasn’t over yet.