The Villain's Story

Chapter 865: Valus, Supreme of Darkness.

How does one convince a god to grant them a favor? By endlessly praying to such a being until it finally recognizes you? Or by setting out to do what it wants you to do?

To subjugate it and show power over it? Or by deluding yourself that it understands you and will eventually give in to you? How does one actually convince a god-like being to do something for you?

Is it necessary for one to be part of their family and be forced to do a set of trials to be worthy of the title of heir? Perhaps.

Is it necessary for one to be powerful? To be determined enough to survive horror beyond human comprehension just to be granted an audience? Definitely.

Is it necessary to have some previous, dark history with said godlike being? Enough to convince them you’re a threat? Enough of a threat for them to be extremely hostile to you?

What does one need to convince a god to do them a favor? Even one as simple as asking them a few questions about oneself? What exactly must an individual possess to convince a god?

Information, Will, and pure fucking insanity.

Alan approached the island, even though his body desperately wished to go as far away as it could. He had an idea on how to convince Valus, the Supreme Dragon of Darkness.

Merely sharing Ariel’s ichor and the trials was not enough. Not for this Supreme being, who knew everything. It would never be enough.

Alan, at this point, did not care for anything. It was something he knew was close the moment he began to enter into the trials. He was already feeling empty before the trials, and then.

Alan Peccator was having an identity crisis, and it was so severe that he honestly didn’t give a damn what he needed to do to find out who he was. He truly did not give a single damn.

However, even when faced with the being that could answer everything, Alan was certain that it would be difficult. Incredibly difficult to convince such a hostile being.

So, what did he have that could turn the tide in his favor? Three things.

Information from his nightmares, from his origin, and the bits and pieces he already knew. The will to actually come here and face Valus, and the insanity of putting everything into action.

Alan approached the lighthouse, but he did not land on the speck of land beneath; instead, he flew up, towards the very top. The pressure that emanated from Valus was intense, even though he was doing nothing. His mere presence was enough to damage Alan.

[Dragon Transformation(Ice) has been activated.]

A veil of mist appeared around Alan’s body, and what emerged from the blanket of cold was an eastern dragon that could freeze entire cities in an instant. Powerful muscles and spikes that were designed to strangle and kill his opponents. A powerful jaw that could part steel as if it were butter.

Alan was big enough to wrap around the Burj Khalifa multiple times; however, even then, he was a speck compared to Valus and the Lighthouse. It was a massive structure, and the dragon coiled around it was even bigger.

Alan, in his full dragon form, was merely a few hundred meters big. Valus was, however, thousands upon thousands of meters large. Alan was nothing compared to the Dragon. But Alan wasn’t intending to talk with him as Alan Peccator.

He locked eyes with the dragon. His entire body was simply the size of one pupil, and the pressure was crushing his dragonic body. Valus stared at him, and for but a second, just as Alan was about to open his mouth.

His eyes flashed, and Alan closed his mouth. In that mere second, he felt as if everything about him had been made public. His body, his mind, his soul, nothing could escape the light.

A smirk appeared on the face of the dark dragon, and Alan heard his heavy voice for the first time.

[Insane brat.]

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The Chalice of Time is the greatest artifact of the Empire of Dragons; it is the sole artifact responsible for prolonging the series of events and the reason why the universe still exists to this day.

An artifact that cannot be graded by any means. It has the ability to turn back time, but Alan always wondered.

How long, and how much? Even someone like him wondered about a few things.

How long can the chalice truly turn back time? It couldn’t be an indefinite period, perhaps only set points. There were certainly restrictions placed on the chalice for it to be granted such an ability.

If not, why hadn’t the dragons reverted time to before Aranus was approached by the Abyss? Why not stop that from ever happening? Why not interfere at all? With all of Lanesha’s ramblings about fate, Alan concluded that they simply couldn’t.

The Chalice was certainly restricted by fate. Aranus meeting the Abyss and signing the contract was a set point determined by the construct called the ’Weave’. It was a set point in the universe, in fate that could not be overturned. The Chalice could not go beyond it.

His second question was how much? An artifact like that had to have a limited number of uses or an enormous cost. The Chalice of Time could not be used an infinite number of times. It simply did not make sense.

Everything comes at a price, and everything that exists must end. The Chalice being infinite is simply ludicrous. Therefore, Alan wondered, exactly how many times can the Chalice be used again?

He already knew it had been used five hundred and fifty-four times. It had to be approaching its limit. However, he was still unsure about this. Who knows? Maybe the Dragons really did have an artifact that could rewind time an infinite number of times.

If such were the case, it didn’t really matter much. Because Alan Peccator’s plan was simple. He would first ask the Supreme Dragon of Darkness, Valus, nicely.

Indeed, the first course of action was always to ask nicely.

’Hello! Would you please, pretty please, answer my questions? Thank you!’

But fret not, if this didn’t work... The next course of action was simple!

Suicide.