Odyssey of the Blind God

[A human from the Origin?... Don't spout nonsense! I know that you're lying! No human from the Origin reached the Deux rank yet. How the hell are you…no forget that… just release my people and return the research data!]

Great Wirliam's voice was filled with anger but Nial didn't think much about it.

"I don't really think that you should make any demands right now. You are fully aware of the current position…and if that's magically not the case, let me read something very interesting for you…" Nial said with a faint smile on his lips as he cleared his throat.

He visualized a particular piece of paper in his mind and read the first sentence out loud.

"-The primary testing of the Nervous distortion Virus has been completed. Further testing with the test subje—..." Nial spoke slowly enough to give Great Wirliam enough time to grit his teeth and shout out loud

[...Stop!]

"I know that you're fighting against your own people, but I don't really care whether your reasons for doing so are justified or not. You have a few things that I want, and I am in possession of information that will turn you into a wanted criminal with a much higher grade than you are right now. Every single member of your small group of rebels will be searched, found, tortured, and hung.

Of course, that is only if they can find them…but let me give you a nice piece of information…I can break through your people's mental barriers and make them do things you cannot imagine…they would even kill their own family without batting an eye eyelid. So you can imagine that betraying you is a fairly easy task in comparison!!"  Nial's voice turned colder the longer he spoke and the Elves around him began to shiver instinctively.

It was as if the temperature around them had decreased drastically. Thus, everyone stepped back subconsciously.

Nial had yet to say that he knew where the headquarters of the rebel army was located, or that he could hand out that precious piece of information to the Shelturion's government.

He was pretty sure that he would gain a lot from the information he could provide to the Shelturion. However, the things he had gotten to know about the government of the Shelturion made him despise them even more than his own government.
[...What do you want?] Great Wirliam asked, trying hard to suppress the anger in his voice.

"I like this attitude much better, you know…" Nial poked Great Wirliam and he coughed lightly once.

"I don't want too much, just a few promises… Return all human slaves, find a way to remove the addictive substance within the bodies of the human drug addicts, improve the Cultivation Drug to make sure that it won't cause any addiction…and never touch a human from the Origin ever again!" Nial put forth his demands in clear words before he added something about the last part.

"Not touching a human ever again includes the fact that you are not allowed to help the Linaton anymore. You will soon hear news about them waging war with us, probably, …after I'm done with them…and our own government!"




The Linaton had the audacity to enter the human shelters with nice prospects and an open mind. Everyone was glad that the Linaton was one of the friendly races because it made trading much easier.

Their presence allowed the human race to prosper at a much faster rate and to make a huge fortune. The human race was bound to develop much faster thanks to their hard work and 'great' connections.

Unfortunately, this was nothing but a farce because the Linaton were greedily devouring the human race from within, taking their somewhat talented newly awakened Originals under their wing…or rather forcing them after handing out a sly contract that was no better than being reduced to a slave.

[You…really are a human from Jundra? How did you destroy the laboratory then?...No scratch that…you want to wage war with the Linaton? Your entire race will be obliterated the moment you even raise your voice against them. They will snap their fingers, buy an army of mercenaries, and stampede on your shelters…as for your government…I don't care!]

Nial's lips twitched when he heard that. He didn't really care if anyone believed him whether he was human or not. Great Wirliam was way too focused on whether Nial was actually a human, which made him listen to only half the conversation. He merely heard the content of Nial's words rather than paying attention to the promises he was supposed to listen to and accept.

"...I didn't ask you for an advice…I want you to return my people and fuck off afterward!" Nial ordered coldly.

"Furthermore, you won't get your data back. Your words are mere words and empty promises to me…and I doubt that you'll dare to meet me openly to sign a Soul Contract with me!"

There were multiple reasons why Great Wirliam would never sign a Soul Contract with Nial, but the biggest was that the Shelturion was a coward and overly vigilant, just like any other Shelturion.

It was probably easier to find a needle in a stash of hay rather than find a courageous Shelturion.

This was the bitter truth, even if it looked like Great Wirliam was quite courageous for creating an army of rebels. The truth was that they would never fight for themselves and that they would hire other people or use deceitful means to destroy their opponents.

Because of the latter part, Nial would never give up on the data they had collected today, even if Great Wirliam were to do everything he said.

[If you don't hand over the data, I cannot see why I should accept your offer!] Great Wirliam retorted but Nial didn't even think about accepting this kind of petty scheme.

"If you don't do everything I've told you, I will not only destroy all laboratories, which will cost you a fortune to repair, but I will hand over the three dozen Shelturion I've caught to the government. After that, I will hand over all the information we've collected and use my mind-controlling ability to make sure that every single of the Shelturion I captured will talk.

By then, the Shelturion's government will search for the relatives of every single rebel, and torture them for months before they hang them at the city walls all over their territory.

Your life will turn into a living hell and your fellow rebels will loathe you for not accepting my demands. Do you really think that you're at an advantage right now? I'm just trying to help my own people because I'm tired of other races looking down on us as if we're pushovers. Either, you accept my demands, or you prepare to lose…everything!"

Nial hadn't intended to act overbearing in front of Great Wirliam at first. The problems revolving around the Cultivation Drug were far more troublesome than he wanted to acknowledge…but it was also true that it wasn't necessary for him to get involved. He did so because he was not only tired of other races seeing the humans from the Origin as pushovers, but also because he was frustrated that nobody with the necessary strength seemed to care about the enslavement scheme and the things that happened behind the scenes.

It was frustrating and Nial felt somehow obliged to do something for mankind. He was powerful and the humans from Origin were not only much weaker but many were also oblivious to their actions that were about to destroy their future. A single signature was enough to turn into the worst decision of their life.

Being oblivious to the cruel reality of the universe, and the knowledge some foolish humans required to know better made it necessary for someone to act…and that was Nial…this time.

He scratched the back of his head and sighed in frustration.

"I'm already making compromises by telling you to release humans you've enslaved, and research a way to remove the black mass from within the body of the addicted humans. Creating a non-addictive Cultivation Pill shouldn't be hard for you smart-asses.

If you don't like it, I will just spend a few months permanently altering the minds of the three dozen Shelturions I caught and they will get me the solutions I want. As for the humans you've enslaved, they might not be my responsibility but I should be able to find them by obliterating your headquarters, don't you think so?" Nial asked before he gave Great Wirliam an option.

"You can also surrender."

[..:Surrender to whom?]

"To me, who else?"