Game World's Awakening

Right now, there were two possibilities in his mind. The first was that the Elf those guys worshipped was alive, but in an inactive state. Someone who was frozen, for example.

Or that he was simply in a state of inactivity where waking him up required a bloody ritual.

This is not far-fetched. There are stories about characters who have been thawed out after a long time. The most famous cases belong to the Ancient Continent. It is said that the entire continent may have been completely thawed, as there are stories of various gods from that place in the distant past.

Although it is possible that these are just tales and that they have now chosen to follow the same ancient stories and traditions, simply for appearances’ sake, they remain rumors that are possible.

The other possibility is that he is dead and they have to bring him back to life through bloody rituals.

But this possibility, besides sounding impossible because it involved defeating death, was even less credible than the previous one.

In the end, it all boiled down to the fact that there was an elf they were trying to "awaken," who could wreak havoc across the entire continent.

Considering how powerful Ancestor Lee was, there was no doubt that he was someone of Divine Rank (God). And that same person framed him as a real danger.

In Elliot’s words, the continent is unprepared for someone of that magnitude to resurface. Not even the Kingdom of Lux or the mysterious independent guilds were.

Those powerful guilds have Divines, but he does not believe that any of them are on par with what Ancestor Lee was, and this makes sense.

Ancestor Lee drove back beasts as powerful as leviathans into the waters. It is estimated that if the leviathan of the nearby ocean were to emerge at this time, all the Divines on the continent would have to ally themselves and build large barricades of Saints to stop it and drive it back.

That means they were far behind Ancestor Lee’s power at the time.

’We can’t let the Bloody Elf revive,’ Elliot thought.

Not to save the continent, but because if that guy came out, he would surely die. He still believes that it will take him many years to reach the level of a God, even with his current speed.

Suddenly, a feeling of alarm rose in his heart, but as soon as it rose, it faded away.

He suddenly seemed to smile.

Wait.

Why on earth would he be worried about something like this?

He remembered his mother’s words: You don’t need to worry about things you can’t control. What will come will come, and what won’t, won’t. You can fight against fate, but you can’t change what will happen. At most, you’ll only alter it.

This memory helped him realize that he was being stupid, and he didn’t need to worry.

All he needed to do was send information anonymously to powerful people.

He needed to alert them somehow or something like that.

He was an expert at that.

That contribution would be more than enough, and it would also be the only thing he could do.

Thinking about this, he was able to investigate things more easily.

He found more valuable information about different rituals, especially those used on him.

Elliot wasn’t stupid. He knew that the family the old man was talking about was his own family.

The Blacksmith and his Son must be Andrew and his father. Andrew’s father disappeared in the same way as his father, so it is easy to connect the dots.

The young man whose talent was stolen is him, the incredibly talented girl is his sister (something he always knew; if his sister were here, everyone would be talking about the birth of a Divine on national soil), and his father, the burly and rather heroic man.

There was no better description of his family than that.

Now, according to these books, what they planned was to trap his father in a deadly trap to drain his blood. It says so in the books, but it also says that the mission was unsuccessful.

The reasons are not specified.

This increased Elliot’s belief that his father might be alive. But, according to this, he is likely to be in imminent danger or to have died in a dangerous place.

That’s what they say about his father.

But what about his mother and sister...

’Was their blood successfully extracted?’ he thought.

That made him frown. When?

Suddenly, his face lit up as a memory flashed through his mind.

There was a moment, a few days after his mother and sister had died, when he went to bring them flowers as usual and found a slight disturbance in the ground at that spot.

It looked as if someone had done it on purpose, as if they were rummaging around inside a grave.

He thought it was nothing and that it was just his imagination, but now these writings and thinking about the kind of bastards the Clarks and their allies are...

It would make sense if that were when they took their blood and left them there.

But then, what about him?

’Did they ever try to take my blood that way?’ He tried to remember.

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But it was complicated.

Although he spent many minutes searching his mind, he found nothing. He gave up and thought about it later.

He spent the rest of the time reading books and talking to the old ghost. That guy was well-informed, even though he was an old fogey who didn’t know how to talk about important things.

He knew a lot, although he suspiciously tended to avoid answering questions about magic and the kind of power they had.

He didn’t answer anything about himself. Nor about the powers of the clergy or the era in which they were gods.

But he was interested in something.

A few hours before leaving to visit Andrew and see what he had prepared, the old ghost asked a question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"Boy, at the beginning, you told me you met a Nurotaur," he said.

Elliot turned to look at him and nodded slowly. "We both met him. In fact, she was my partner in the battle we won. Why?"

The old ghost looked at Jenna thoughtfully and nodded. "You make a good team. But I’m curious, where is this Nurotaur located? Is it in some nearby ruins or far away from here? I’ve been here a long time and have never felt the power of a Nurotaur nearby. Although lately a strange aura woke me from my slumber, I wonder if it’s him."

For him, an old ghost who still fondly remembered the glory days, information about his comrades in battle was important.

Perhaps just as a memory. Perhaps he simply does it so he doesn’t feel alone in this world. Or perhaps... It’s just a whim of an old god.

But Elliot could tell with certainty that he was genuinely interested in it.

So he raised his hand and pointed toward the depths of the forest.

"There are three forests there," he said. "This place is near Tall-Ar, the first forest. Right next to it is Tall-Or, the second forest, and in the center of the second forest, under a peculiar mushroom-shaped tree, there are some ruins. That’s where we saw that Nurotaur."

The old man stared intently at where Elliot was pointing and nodded slowly.

"It seems that it is one," he murmured softly. What had woken him came from that direction.

Although Elliot was very interested in asking questions, he knew this man would not answer him. Ultimately, he swallowed his questions and decided to return to the city after saying goodbye to the old man.

When the old ghost was left alone, he smiled and suddenly disappeared.

His power seemed to transfer from the statue to his body, and in an instant, he passed through a large portion of land. He was no longer in the castle but was nowhere, so he tried to pass through as much as he could.

’How troublesome,’ he thought, frowning.

Moving large chunks of earth from below was always a problem due to the immense pressure.

Using the right amount of power, keeping moving, and avoiding crushing were just some of the problems. From the moment you enter a high-pressure area, and the closer you are to the group, you also enter into a complicated concept of life underground.

The concept that there is no oxygen to breathe there. Obviously, he has no body right now. He is a ghost who can free himself from all the problems related to it.

But, despite that, he still had to use a lot of power to move away from the castle and move earth at such depths below the surface.

Even ghosts are not free to do as they please. They have more limitations than humans, for example, since they have no power directly.

They need to rely on external power sources to do what they need to do.

That’s why it was annoying and made him sigh more than once.

But soon, in front of him was a highly decorated place. The decoration was spectacular, and the walls were covered with Nurotaur’s writings.

"Tsk, these old folks still use those methods of transmitting information. They don’t move forward." He complained before moving further to find his old friend, whose name he didn’t know.

But then, something stopped him.

"Old man, I haven’t seen you in so long that you seem to have grown older, even though you’re a ghost." The voice of a Nurotaur came from behind him.

That voice... It made him shudder.