Chapter 7
All My Classmates Are Monsters
The Fifth Age, June 28, 1349, above the gray fog.
"What's going on?"
Looking at the flowing gray mist and the various sizes of deep red "stars," Zhou Mingrui wondered where he had come from.
Then he saw a deep red star that was constantly contracting and expanding, as if it were twinkling.
Out of curiosity, he touched it.
...
The Third Age, the Age of Catastrophe.
After the Great Cataclysm.
Shael left a back door above the gray fog and returned to the elven settlement.
The fall of the ancient sun god had far-reaching consequences, worsening the situation for the elves, who could no longer even hold onto Sonia Island, their last stronghold.
While Chael was protecting the remaining elves as they migrated to the Rosedes Islands, he ascended to the Rank 3 Sea King. Leodorus, still having some sense of shame, did not personally hunt down Chael, this demigod.
In gratitude for Arrodes' help, Chael named the largest archipelago in the Middle Sunia Sea the Roside Islands.
Arodes believed it and was happy for a long time.
His next goal, of course, was to ascend to the angelic realm.
Goshinam offered to help Shael find a Calamity trait, since Shael was an elf.
There are very few powerful individuals who can advance to Sequence Three despite being targeted by the Lord of Storms.
Shael is already the most talented new generation of elves.
Goshinam took good care of Shael because elves needed a strong core of saints to survive. True gods disdained fighting saints, but they would not hesitate to fight angels if given the chance.
During the elven migration, without a backbone like Shael, any angel who dared to show their face would be severely punished. Isn't this a kind of helplessness for the weak?
Now that the elves have established a new settlement on the island and left the northern and southern continents, they no longer need to migrate on a large scale. At this time, having one more angel would definitely be a good thing.
However, Shael still did not accept Goshinam's offer. Elves are usually quite straightforward. If the Elf Queen has any extra traits she wants to give, she will give them directly instead of trying to find a way.
The only possibility that Xia'er could think of was that the Elf Queen would find a way to separate a portion of the Cataclysmic trait for herself. It's not difficult for an angel to separate traits from Sequence 9 to Sequence 3, but separating the traits from Sequence 2 would be quite difficult.
He had other options and didn't want to owe this favor.
As for the God of Luck?
He had never seen it, and Goshinam had also said that it was safer for the God of Fortune and the elves to hide themselves.
After bidding farewell to Goshinam, Shael, guided by Arodes, headed to the North Sea in search of the extraordinary qualities of the elves who had been corrupted by the Chaos Sea and left behind by the gods after their deaths.
He took an extra dose of the White Tower Path Sequence 6 Scholar's potion, mimicking the Faceless Man's extraordinary abilities such as shapeshifting. He walked the earth, watching the six gods protect humanity through the "Great Cataclysm" they "directed," watching them establish their own church and write their own holy scriptures, while the name of the ancient sun god gradually faded from being mentioned.
This period, before a new order is established, is known as the Age of Conflict.
Because Arodes possessed a degree of "omniscience," Shael did not miss a major event; he saw the second blasphemous tablet.
His contemporaries included Bethel Abraham, Solomon, Zarathustra the Elder, Tudor, Terence, Augustus, Einhorn, Soren, Castile, Zoroastrian, Stiano, and... Chick.
Since Constantine did not appear, Chael took the surname and became Chael Constantine.
A pitiful person who may not have been the weakest among the people at the time, but whose head was already occupied by a deity.
Knowing about the ascension ritual of the Storm Path, Xia Er glanced curiously at the hermit and discovered that although the ascension ritual had been hidden for thousands of years, there were still believers in the world who spontaneously pursued and believed in it.
This resolved a question that had been bothering Xia'er. No wonder the original members of the Morse Ascetic were so united in spreading the faith of the "Hidden Sage"—they were trying to exploit a bug.
First, let the non-existent "Hidden Sage" exist, "remaining hidden for a thousand years," and then let the final victor become the "Hidden Sage," complete the ascension ceremony, and become a hermit.
Xia Er silently sympathized with the first generation of the Morse Ascetic Order who were working hard. The more they worked now, the more powerful the future Hidden Sage would be to stand up to the God of Steam and Machines.
He also took the opportunity to tease Sauron, who was somewhat questioning his existence after seeing the profaned stone tablet. After all, such an opportunity was rare and once missed, it would be gone forever. As for Chik, who was even more questioning his existence...
Xia Er didn't dare to mess with this guy.
Mr. Chick is definitely the best in their class; Solomon and Abraham have to take a backseat.
"Hey, what's your name?"
In the early morning, as Soren dressed, he looked at the elf who had removed his disguise, revealing a gentle face characteristic of the Central Plains, and asked.
"Shael, what else?"
Chael yawned, marveling at the "simple and honest" and "warm and open" nature of the "other world".
"Chael Constantine?"
"I've got it."
"You didn't assign me your extra extraordinary traits, did you?"
"My children must inherit my hunter's path in the future."
Soren flipped over and straddled Shael, looking down at him. Even though he hadn't fully grown up yet, one could still see the air of a future conqueror in him.
"no."
"If you don't like it, why should I do something so thankless?"
Looking at Soren, Xia'er found it hard to reconcile this spirited young woman with the stereotypical image she held in her memory.
"Oh? This is already difficult for you? You're really... useless~"
Sauron tossed his fiery red hair, bent down, and leaned close to the elf's pointed ear, licking it as he deliberately dragged out his words in a provocative tone.
"What if you have a daughter?"
Chael imitated Soren, drawing out the sound.
"Shut up, I'm definitely having a boy. Do you know what a woman's intuition is? Do you even understand?"
Soren seemed to have been hit where it hurt. She glared at Shael and crushed the elf with all her might.
"Even if you gave birth to a boy, what about your other descendants? Don't you have any older or younger sisters?"
"From now on, all the women of the Soren family will become hunters? Isn't that incredibly foolish?"
As Xia'er recalled that Soren seemed to be the heir born to her and her sister, and that she had always considered herself a woman, her gaze towards her suddenly became somewhat subtle.
"Constantine!"
The hunter's hair looked like it was about to burst into flames, and she stopped calling him Shael.