Reincarnated As An NPC In My Own Game

Chapter 69: Titan Fall.

A breathtakingly handsome young man draped in a pure white robe that seemed to emit its own light, sat on a fleeting cloud with his feet dangling. His long, luscious mane of turquoise hair rippled to the cool winds that blew.

His expression was calm and serene, as though there was not a thing in the world that could trouble him. His perfectly chiseled face was bathing in the warmth of the sun, his long eyelashes casting a shadow over his sharp cheekbones.

A pair of golden wings protruded elegantly from his back, their feathers neither absorbing the sun’s light nor reflecting it, but they glittered, as though they themselves were akin to a star.

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He then lowered his gaze to the earth below, and everything was tiny before his eyes, even the mountain summits. See, what he sat on was no ordinary cloud.

"Things have gotten quite eventful on the lower Floors."

"...All that commotion for mere Homunculi?"

He whispered to himself with an angelic voice that sounded like an orchestra and tucked his hair behind his ears, revealing a pair of earrings made from an unknown material that far surpassed diamonds or any of the precious metals and gemstones known to mortals or even the Floors below.

[Ah... I really should get going.]

"Our Ruler may be slow to anger, but his wrath is not something I wish to incur."

He muttered to himself once more, before being enveloped in a brilliance of golden light and disappeared.

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Uwong!

He reappeared before a platform facing a golden stairway decorated with objects of a metallic luster which were impossible to describe.

Beneath was nothing but an empty void with an endless darkness and space that was even more so.

Around the stairway, there was an ethereal mist that bore all seven colors of the rainbow. If one listened attentively, they would hear whispers from within that spoke of nothing coherent.

"I am in awe as always."

His voice trembled as he was mesmerized by the mist.

This was, of course, no mere mist, but a cluster of magicules outpouring from a single source —A single being.

The young man slowly made his way up the stair way, and the mist grew denser, becoming fog.

Safe for the young man, there was only a handful of beings in the Tower that could become submerged in this fog without ceasing to exist, withering away like fairy dust.

As he continued his ascent, he saw a lone figure glaring down at him with his arms crossed on his chest.

"Caelum, you brat. How many times do we need to tell you to not keep our Ruler waiting?"

Spoke a man with bright purple skin and a single, blazing horn protruding from the center his frontal lobe. His eyes were completely pitch-back, having no iris, pupil or sclera.

Adorning said man was an incomplete set of golden armour —Only his bottom half was covered by it, his upper body was bare.

"Yes, yes~ I was just mesmerized by our Ruler’s power is all... I am usually not allowed to come to this place. By you, that is."

The young man, Caelum, responded in a carefree tone that earned him the man’s grimace.

"How could I possibly allow you to come to our Ruler’s place of rest? You are unworthy!"

The man shouted, and the flame on his horn grew intense.

"Relax old man, you’ll pop a blood vessel at the rate you’re going Paimon."

Caelum whistled and walked past Paimon.

"How dare you speak so casually to me?! Come back here!"

Paimon gave chase and Caelum ran away whilst laughing his heart out.

"Will you two stop fooling around? The Ruler is ready for you, Caelum."

Another man appeared who shared a striking resemblance to Paimon, except, he had two horns protruding from his forehead and was donned by a complete set of golden armour.

"Oh! Mr. Belial, hi there~!"

Caelum excitedly ran over to Belial and shook his hand.

"Oi, brat! Why aren’t you being formal with me too?!"

Paimon resisted the urge to rip off Caelum’s wings and as if to provoke him even more, Caelum blew raspberry at him and hid behind Belial.

"I said enough."

Belial grew impatient and glared at his brother.

"Don’t you have better ways of expressing your fondness to Caelum?"

He asked.

"Brother. If you ever say that again, I’ll kill you, okay?"

Paimon spoke those words with an eerie smile.

Belial rolled his eyes and lead the way, Caelum’s carefree demeanor also vanished as they soon entered what seemed to be a garden.

There were flowers everywhere that seemed to be regularly tended to, and a fountain built from marble that sparkled so much that it gave the impression that it was being polished several times a day.

The bed of grass was so perfectly well-trimmed that it seemed artificial. Birds chirped, singing songs of praise, beautiful butterflies glided every now and then in perfect synchronization.

At the center of it all... Sat a figure, shrouded in darkness —No, it was not that he was shrouded in darkness, but that photons feared to touch his form.

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Sensing the three figures frozen in awe behind him, the Ruler of the Tower, Tiamat, stood from the ground to face them.

Caelum trembled in awe and stepped forward.

"You have called for me, and I have responded, my Lord, my Ruler, my god."

Caelum bowed, shrouding his face with his wings.

"Creature. Thou mayest stand to receive mine biddings."

Tiamat ordered and Caelum obeyed, standing to his feet.

"Some time hence, a creature shall depart this Tower. Betake thyself unto the Fifth Floor, and see thou to it that he doeth so."

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"M-my Lord?! How could that possibly —"

Shing!

Paimon and Belial unsheathed their blades and pointed them at Caelum’s neck, their cold, sharp edges like frostbite against his skin.

"Careful, son of Caelvorn..."

Belial spoke, and...

"...Do not let your tongue lead you unto transgression."

... Belial completed his sentence.

"Y-yes! My deepest apologies, my Ruler! I will do as you bid."

Caelum bowed deeply.

"Excellent. Depart thou now, but first thou must stay the strife upon the Sixth Floor. Then, when the hour is come, make it known unto Skadi that his most coveted creature hath found its way unto the Fifth Floor."

Tiamat waived his hand and Caelum was sent away in an instant.

"... It is truly exhausting to speak in that manner."

Tiamat sighed and sat back down on the ground.

"Then why do you do so, my Lord?"

Paimon asked.

"It is simply because I was meant to do so."

"However, I am to speak freely with you two creatures as you were made to be my friends."

Tiamat’s words were filled with a sense of longing.

[This Tower cannot contain me anymore. It is as suffocating as a coffin.]

Tiamat gazed into the empty skies above and continued what he came to do...

...Releasing the vasts amounts of Mana that he usually contains within himself.