Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 350: The Holy City of Rebelkin (24)

He continued to browse, pulling out more books and cross-referencing their information. The more he read, the more pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. He learned about the rise and fall of great kingdoms, the influence of powerful magic, and the struggles of the people who inhabited this world. There were tales of exploration and discovery, of alliances forged and broken, and of the relentless pursuit of knowledge and power.

As he delved deeper into the histories, Cyrus began to understand the complex tapestry that made up this world. It was a place of wonder and danger, where the past was never truly forgotten and the future was always uncertain. The stories of bravery and sacrifice resonated with him, reminding him of the challenges he had faced in his own journey.

The section on ancient civilizations was particularly fascinating. Cyrus read about the Eldorians, an advanced society known for their mastery of magic and their insatiable thirst for knowledge. Their achievements were unparalleled, but their downfall was a stark reminder of the dangers of hubris and unchecked ambition. The more he learned, the more he realized that the history of this world was deeply intertwined with the forces of magic and the pursuit of power.

After hours of reading and absorbing the wealth of information, Cyrus finally closed the last book and sat back, his mind buzzing with new insights. He had discovered a treasure trove of knowledge, but he knew there was still much more to learn. The history of this world was vast and intricate, and he was determined to uncover every secret it held.

"However... something feels off."

Cyrus spent countless hours in the library, his focus unwavering as he devoured book after book, scroll after scroll. He meticulously worked his way through the entire collection, his mind absorbing the wealth of knowledge contained within these ancient texts. The library, once an overwhelming sea of information, was now a well-charted territory as Cyrus left no stone unturned in his quest for understanding.

He started with the histories, then moved on to studies of magic, geography, cultures, and the various races that inhabited this world. Each volume offered him a new perspective, a new layer of complexity to the world he had found himself in. The sheer depth and breadth of the information he encountered was staggering, and yet, there was a persistent undercurrent of familiarity that tugged at his thoughts.

As he pieced together the narratives, comparing them to what he knew from his own education, a realization began to take shape. The history of this world, though rich and detailed, didn’t align with the history he had learned in school. The dates, events, and even the progression of civilizations seemed to diverge significantly from what he knew. It was as if this world had evolved along a completely different path—one that bore a distant resemblance to his own, yet was fundamentally alien.

The idea began to crystallize in his mind: the humans here, while similar in appearance, speech, and behavior, were not the same as those from his world. It was as if these two worlds had once shared a common past, a singular origin point, but had branched off in dramatically different directions. Perhaps, eons ago, they had been one and the same, but something had caused them to split, creating this ravine-like dimension and the more familiar world outside.

This thought nagged at him as he continued to read. Could it be that the history he knew was incomplete? Was the world he came from simply one branch of a much larger tree? Or was this place—this dungeon-like realm with its own rich and distinct history—an entirely separate world altogether? The evidence leaned heavily toward the latter.

The more he considered it, the more plausible it seemed. The magic, the creatures, the civilizations—all were unique to this world, bound by rules and histories that had no place in the reality he had known. This was no mere offshoot of his world; it was its own, distinct existence.

By the time Cyrus had cleared out nearly the entire library, his mind was a swirl of knowledge and theories. He had learned so much, yet the answers he sought only led to more questions. Was this world connected to his in some profound way? Or had he simply stumbled into a completely different reality? The truth remained elusive, but one thing was certain: this place, with its dungeons and ancient histories, was not the world he had come from.

"Hmmm… there isn’t much else. I’ve checked pretty much every book…"

"Oh, is there something else you’re intrigued by?"

Cyrus suddenly snapped his head around, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the source of the voice. Standing behind him was a woman, her presence so subtle and quiet that he hadn’t even noticed her approach. It was unsettling—no one had ever been able to evade his senses like this. His gaze swept over her, assessing every detail.

She was poised, almost ethereal in her bearing, with an air of calm that belied the fact that she had just caught him completely off guard. Her eyes met his with a serene confidence, as if she had expected this reaction and was entirely unbothered by it. The library’s soft lighting cast a warm glow over her, but it did little to ease the tension that suddenly hung in the air.

Cyrus felt a flicker of irritation at being caught unawares, but he quickly masked it with his usual composed demeanor. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice steady, though his mind was racing. This woman was no ordinary person, that much was clear. The fact that she could approach him without detection meant she was either highly skilled or something more than human. Either way, she had his full attention now.

"Athena," She gently smiled.

"Like the goddess?"

The woman lightly chuckled before nodding her head, "Yes, like the goddess."

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"Are you sure you aren’t Athena herself?"

"Well, seeing as how you aren’t bowing down to me at this very moment, answers your question. Keeping your head, or at the very least, your body raised would be impossible."

Cyrus’ eyes slithered over her, inspecting her from head to toe. She felt the harsh gaze but continued to lightly smile. Stay connected with novelbuddy

"May I ask again, what else are you intrigued by?"

"Ummmm…" Cyrus pondered over whether telling her was a good idea or not, before finally reaching the conclusion that it wasn’t a good idea. "I was just wondering what is good around here to eat."

"Oh, then I hope you don’t mind if I show you my favorite restaurant," The woman reached out her hand to help Cyrus up, which he eventually took. "Alright, let’s go."

Athena and Cyrus walked side by side through the town’s winding streets, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the cobblestone paths. The town was bustling with life, but there was a certain calmness in the air, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the library just moments before. Athena led the way with a graceful ease, her presence commanding yet not overbearing. Cyrus, on the other hand, kept his gaze moving, taking in the surroundings while occasionally glancing at Athena, still trying to decipher who—or what—she truly was.

As they walked, the buildings around them transitioned from grand stone structures to smaller, more intimate establishments. Eventually, they arrived at a cozy cafe tucked away on a quiet street corner. It was quaint, with ivy crawling up the walls and a few tables set outside under the shade of a large tree. The scent of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee wafted through the air, inviting and warm.

They found a table near the window, and after settling in, they ordered something to drink and eat. The waitress, who seemed to know Athena well, brought them steaming cups of coffee and plates of pastries. As they waited for their food, the conversation stalled, leaving an awkward silence between them. Cyrus found himself absentmindedly stirring his coffee, his thoughts elsewhere, while Athena seemed content to simply sit back and observe him, a faint smile playing on her lips.

As the silence deepened, Cyrus found his gaze drifting back to Athena. There was something almost ethereal about her, a quality that seemed to go beyond mere human beauty. The soft light filtering through the cafe’s window illuminated her features, casting a gentle glow around her that accentuated the sense of otherworldliness she exuded.

Her skin seemed to radiate a soft, inner light, smooth and flawless, with a warmth that contrasted with the cool, distant aura she carried. It wasn’t just the light that made her appear angelic; there was a serenity in her posture, a quiet grace that seemed effortless. Her dark red hair flowed down her back in soft waves, the rich color deepening the impression that she was something more than human. The crimson strands caught the light in a way that almost made them shimmer, as if they held a life of their own.

Her eyes, however, were what truly captivated Cyrus. They were a deep, intense shade, with a depth that seemed to hold secrets older than time itself. Despite the warmth of her appearance, her gaze held an authority, a subtle power that was impossible to ignore. As she met his eyes, Cyrus felt a momentary chill, as if those eyes could see through every defense he had built, yet she showed no sign of using that power against him.

In that moment, with the light catching her hair and skin just so, she looked almost like an angel, a being of light and grace. Yet the dark red of her hair, and the depth of her gaze, hinted at something more complex, something not entirely pure. It was as if she straddled the line between celestial and mortal, a being caught between two worlds, much like Cyrus himself felt in this strange, new reality.

Cyrus, upon looking over the woman once more, came to the sudden realization that… ’Wait, isn’t this just a date?’