I Will Kill The Author
chapter-324

324 Train Of Thought

I lay motionless on my bed, staring at the beautiful intricate patterns on the ceiling above.

Amelia had already returned home by the time I came back from the underground chamber below the mansion.

She left me a text, asking if I was okay and what Reynold told me. I had yet to reply to her… Actually, I don't even know how I should reply.

Should I tell her the truth about the prophecy? No, nonsense. I can't do that. As I said, I can't trust her to not tell Nero about it.

And if Nero really is one of the three promised heroes, then he should not be told about the foretellings according to Kai's Book Of Prophecy.

But can I even trust that Book? I mean, its origin is pretty elusive. But then who and what can I trust?

There are obviously bigger forces at play here and I can't draw a conclusion without fully comprehending the situation.

My only option left is to wait for my fractured memories to be restored so I can take a step back and look at the grand scheme of things.

Fiddling with my fingers, I recalled the golden text written inside the skull of the giant Wind Wolf and muttered to myself:

"From my blood shall come a prince…"

I couldn't deny it anymore. The prophecy was indeed about Lucas. He really is meant to be the Spearman.

But then, why was his fate so different in the novel? He couldn't even participate in the final struggle because he was locked up behind bars under the charges of treason.

And where do I fit in all of this mess? Why did I transmigrate in Lucas' body?

I mean, even if I were to believe that my earlier deduction is indeed correct and I'm actually Lucas who reincarnated on 2021 Earth and then transmigrated back to this one, the question still remains – Why was I reborn?

"Kriek~!"

Sera hopped up to me and gently pecked me on my cheek before rubbing her head against the base of my chin.

I smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace as I patted her head. "I'm fine, Sera."

While cuddling Sera, I began to think back to what I saw once again. My mind raced, considering all the possibilities until my head started to ache.

With an exhausted sigh, I closed my eyes and muttered under my breath, "He is the final chance given to us by the gods."

What does that even mean?

If the prophecy is about Lucas, then does that mean he was a 'chance' given to this world by the gods?

But does that mean the gods gave more chances to this world prior to this? Was it in the past… or perhaps other timelines?

I'm leaning toward the latter.

"Haaa," frowning, I let out an exasperated sigh. "Three heroes, huh?"

After a bit of thought, I cursed, "Damn it! There are so many threads to this mystery that I could weave a burial shroud."

I don't know why Lucas' fate was so different if he was destined to be one of the three saviors of this world, but I know one thing for sure now…

I need to get stronger. I need to get much, much stronger than I currently am and I need to do it fast.

If the prophecies are true, which I'm now starting to believe they are, then I am sure I would be at the center of all the death and destruction.

I wanted to avoid the chaos at first but I don't think I'm going to have much of a choice in the future now. It's much better to expect the worst and prepare for it.

That's right, expecting a problem and creating a solution before it happens is my forte.

Before I thought I would have Nero fight the Vampire Monarch. But now it's clear that the threat I should be wary of is still unknown to me.

If I really have memories from alternate timelines, then I will be able to devise a solution to save the world from whatever calamity is about to befall when I recover those memories.

But until that happens, I will start considering the possibility of facing the Vampire Monarch myself one day.

If Lucas… If I really am the last chance given to this world, then I will make this last shot worth it.

Gods, I must be crazy.

I still remember when I came to this world seven months ago. I thought all I would have to do was survive.

But now, all this time later, I'm actually considering the possibility of saving the world from its destruction and battling the final boss myself because, apparently, I'm one of the only three individuals who can do that.

"Haa!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh and sat up straight on the bed. Sera looked at me with confusion as I shook my head and muttered to myself, "Fate really is a bitch."

Knock, Knock, Knock—!!!

As I was in the middle of ridiculing the source of all my problems, I heard a loud bang coming from my door.

Rolling my eyes, I waited until a butler twirled open the door and barged in with a frightened expression.

It was the same butler whom I had scolded before for knocking loudly on my door. But clearly, the guy doesn't understand.

"What have I told you about not banging at my door?! You'll take it off its hinges one day!" I yelled.

The butler, once again, performed a deep bow in apology and said, "I'm really sorry, young master Lucas. Young master Adel is home and he's calling for you downstairs."

I raised an eyebrow. Was this about the guy I beat up in the bar?

I thought for a moment and then declared in a frustrated tone, "If he wants to see me then ask him to come to me, not the other way around."

The butler looked at me, startled. He then spoke in a low, reluctant tone: "The thing is, his lordship is also there, awaiting your arrival."

"Tsk," I loudly clicked my tongue before answering in an exasperated tone, "Fine! Tell him I'll be there in a minute."