The Rise of the Black Plain

"Don't get too confident. This weapon will give you a chance, that's all. It will still be difficult for you to defeat your enemies. And many of your world will likely perish before the end of the war that awaits you.

Moreover, I can't guarantee that your enemies don't have something similar to this weapon. Anything is possible, Minos." The seraph advised.

As he spoke, a tattoo of wings appeared on one of Minos' hands, marking the promise he had just made but also giving him the vowed artifact.

"Do not use this unless you're in a deadly situation or trying to kill a level 100 opponent. With each use of this weapon, its essence will weaken, and the weapon will gradually lose its qualities." The seraph commented as he saw Minos looking at the hand where the tattoo was.

Minos watched it solidify and felt its power, even though he didn't use it.

"Sigh... We from the Spiritual World are tiny. It seems that the universe is full of powers that can crush us. It's so strange to discover everything this way." Minos quietly commented, still looking at the relatively small tattoo on one of his hands.

The seraphim was not surprised by the outburst. "It's natural to think that way. But it's also true of your world. Some beings don't even reach level 20 before they die. But while they are alive, they face unimaginable dangers because they live in a world where there are level 100 cultivators.

If it comforts you, just as the Gods of your world wouldn't waste their time looking at level 10 ants, the strongest beings in the universe aren't that interested in you from the Spiritual World.

Those who might be interested in you are not so different from you, and most of them don't know that you exist or how to reach you."

"But why would your group watch over and protect us? Was there such a group in Pavunter?" Minos asked, aware he had little time to get important answers.

"For the same reasons you protect small groups in your state?" The seraph replied with a question. "Anyway, the remnants of that world only became part of my master's territory after the end of Panvuter... But don't worry about the details and deeper information.

That is not the time for you to think about such things. Just remember that there is something greater than the reality you know, and prepare for it. As you come into contact with other worlds in the future, it won't be too difficult for you to find more profound answers. It's not a big secret."

In worlds like the Spiritual World, the group this being belonged to before he died tried to hide and not reveal their origin. But they wouldn't try to hide if one found out about them alone. They would give the various civilizations a chance to develop independently, but when the time came for them to be noticed, they would welcome these beings into the universal civilization.

Minos had discovered such a thing for himself by finding something that no Spiritual World being had ever been able to find in millions of years!

Only someone with a level of ability very unusual for this world could have noticed this Spatial Kingdom and entered it themselves.

Minos had received the truth from that seraph for having accomplished this feat!

The weapon in his hands was a mere bonus for promising to fulfill the mission behind the existence of this space.

"I see. We just hadn't reached the minimum." Minos murmured, still shaken by all this but feeling less bad.

That was great if it wasn't a secret and he could get the information himself. It meant there were no insurmountable barriers for him or others to access this knowledge or even try to make progress.

Of course, this didn't mean it would be easy for him to break through level 100 and become someone like the powerhouses behind the seraph. Just as it hadn't been easy for him to reach his current level, the journey ahead might be just as difficult, if not more so. However, just as it had been possible for him to get this far, he could continue his journey beyond level 100.

"Thank you for this opportunity. I hope to deliver this essence to your tribe one day." Minos said as he made a gesture of gratitude.

The six-winged creature nodded approvingly as its body slowly returned to looking more like clouds than the body of a seraph. "Enjoy a little more of what's in this place. The descendants of my group created a place like this where they placed the wings with this pocket space. I can sense some powerful items for someone of your level in this area where my wings are. They will be able to help you on your journey ahead."

"Thanks for the tip."

"Now, go. Your journey before you will be difficult, Minos. So do your best. Who knows, maybe you'll catch a glimpse of infinity one day..."

In the middle of this being's speech, his voice lost intensity until it completely disappeared with his body.

Seeing the space as it was a few minutes ago when he arrived there, Minos took a deep breath before making his way out of this small Spatial Kingdom.

'He is right. There are things here I can't ignore.' Minos thought to himself as he returned to the area of the many sarcophagi.

The mummies from a few minutes ago were no longer there to make his life difficult, for they were a defensive barrier against people who understood what that Spatial Kingdom was.

As much as the conscience in this place wanted to be found, it wouldn't give just anyone the mission it had given Minos. It had to test those who could understand it.

Minos had been the first, but that didn't mean he would be granted access to the place!

Since he had already been recognized, the mummies from earlier had already returned to their urns, giving Minos room to look around this large, dark area and decide what to do.

It wouldn't be long before he was on his way, searching for artifacts for himself but also for his wives and allies. There were many valuable things in such a place that could contribute to the Black Plain Empire's performance in the war about to begin!