My Soul card is a Reaper

Three days later;

Azzy's eyes opened at last. As he rose to his feet, the first thing he did was to observe his own arms.

On the outside, he had the same lean physique as before, but he could sense pure divinity running through his veins, filling his bones, organs, and meridians; every inch of his body was filled with divine essence, which didn't seem foreign as he felt with Jupiter's or Gaia's. It truly felt like his own.

At the same time, the chilling winds around him didn't bother him a bit. Earlier, he could atleast feel that the temperature was low enough for him to feel cold. But, right now, he felt nothing as if he had become a part of this world.

He clenched his fist, opened and clenched it again a few times, and eventually formed a fist to give a punch to the air.

A gust of wind generated from his punch which struck the lonely sitting throne on the platform, with its surroundings destroyed, and it blew away for dozens of meters, creating huge vibrations like a mini earthquake as it crashed to the ground.

"Woah, that was some punch…" Azzy couldn't help but be amazed as he looked at his fist again, "that throne didn't move a bit during our fight and I blasted such a thing away with a simple punch?"

The Reaper replied, "Earlier, when you absorbed Thanatos' divine essence, only your bones turned to that of a divine being, but right now, your entire body went through evolution."

"Hmm… it looks like the more deities I kill, the stronger I become?" Azzy couldn't help but imagine the scenery of slaying all the gods that come at him in the future.

The Reaper quickly put a stop to his imagination with a quick explanation, "Baphomet's realm regressed to a demigod. And you weren't an angel or a deity that he could inflict more damage, and neither the full moon has arrived completely. Conditions were completely unfavorable to him. That's why you managed to win it. At present, you probably could defeat any demigod out there, but if there is a deity, a demon, or a divine being that's in god's realm (rank-11), even if it is an elementary one, you would die without any doubt, unless I take over your body. Don't you dare think of challenging one before your breakthrough into the demigod realm. Understand?"

"Alright… alright… you nagging guardian. can't you let me dream for a second? I know my limits."

"You brat…"

Azzy chuckled, after irritating the Reaper for a second, and returned his sense to the material world.

He didn't even need to activate Aura sensing to realize the presence of various individuals watching him afar. He abruptly turned his head to look at the group of Nephilims, staying away but had a camp set up on this frozen land.

His eyes captured a familiar individual, Liam, who was also watching him alongside others; Azzy muttered under his breath in a bit of annoyance, "No wonder this guy could find my secret identity. He is a Supreme realm Arcana Master from the start. But, how come I couldn't sense his true realm earlier?" His eyes widened in realization, "Unless he had the knowledge of the Decarune seal or something similar."

"That is not the case, Azrael," the Reaper said to him.

"What do you mean?"

The Reaper explained, "Sealing techniques were actually invented and developed by human tribes of Gaia world, based on the runes they found on the meteors during the apocalypse period. No one outside them could have the knowledge of sealing techniques."

"But, aren't Nephilims of Astrael planet, half-humans too?" Azzy furrowed his brows deeply, not being able to understand.

The Reaper answered, "Yes, but the human race is actually a broad term the Gods use for every intelligent race that evolved from animals. You might look the same, but your origins are different. Your constitution is different. All tribes of Gaia planet, the humans, elves, Angels, and their descendants, were blessed by the guardian god to wield Arcana spirits as their companions. Hence, even if they are Nephilims or demigods, they could still have Arcana spirits as long as their ancestral origins lie with your planet. Other human tribes just evolved in different ways. Hence, it is likely that he had an artifact."

"Why us?" Azzy questioned in wonder.

The Reaper quickly answered, "The guardian god is your master. When you meet him, you should ask him about it." He evaded from giving the answer to Azzy.

After being together for years, Azzy could tell that the Reaper wasn't willing to give him the answer. He knew that he couldn't do anything about it. Hence, he dropped his query and slowly flew toward the group.

Since his identity was unmasked, Azzy felt that he should silence them. With a thought in his mind, the sword of radiance merged with him directly from his mind space, turning into an angel once again. He then unfurled his twelve golden-feathered wings on the way, reaching the fallen throne. After storing it in his dimensional bag, he turned around to fly toward the strangers.

Meanwhile, at the campsite, the six of them have been intently watching Azzy from afar, for the past three days.

Under the orders of the guildmaster, they neither moved forward to confront Azzy nor did they leave him alone. Instead, they patiently set up a camp.

As Azzy woke up earlier, they became alert.

At first, they were prepared to fight too, considering his identity being mysterious, not to mention the fact that they could somehow sense the presence of three dead bodies and he doesn't smell like an angel.

If their information is correct, this dungeon only had one boss, meaning the other two must be their clients. And who's not to say that this is actually Baphomet, who is known to be a master of illusions?

However, Azzy's move of revealing his angelic wings has dispelled every bit of their worries, shocking them even more. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

They couldn't help but lower their weapons and stood straight in their spots as Azzy approached them and landed on the campsite. Even Liam was having chills down his spine and his gaze suddenly shifted to his feet, not intending to meet Azzy's eyes for the moment.

But the first thing Azzy did was to call him out as soon as he landed.

"Liam!"

"Ye… Yes?" Liam slowly raised his head to look at Azzy. The others glanced at their teammate and slowly took a step away, seeing a frown on Azzy's now-exposed adolescent face.

Azzy then went on saying, "I see that your soul realm is at tier-94. Mind explaining what you are doing at Archeon guild as a Tier-70 warrior?"

"Well… that is…" Liam never expected Azzy to turn out as Seraphis, the noblest Angel that could be born (Archangels are born at the beginning of the universe's creation. They aren't usually counted). As a Nephilim, he was obviously pressured upon remembering how he kept on annoying Azzy. His speech stuttered as he explained, "I… I… I was just… just following… Guildmaster's ord… orders…"

As Azzy's frown deepened, the oldest Angel in the group spoke calmly, "Pardon us, Your Grace. However, our guild's Prophet gave us the prophecy, In the time of twilight and shadow, a stranger from realms beyond shall walk the soil of Astrael. He shall be the shield against the coming storm of Armageddon, when the beast of dread, the Behemoth, rises from the Gates of Hell. By his hand, the tide of darkness shall be stayed, and the world, once again, shall find its dawn."

"Uhh…" Azzy stared at the old man in a daze. Obviously, he wasn't well educated to the point that he understood the deep meaning behind the prophecy. He spoke in his head, "Chronos, a little translation please."

"Sorry but the nagging Guardian isn't available to talk," replied the Reaper, following up with a snort.

Azzy's mouth almost fell from his reply, "Seriously? You are a deity… how could you be so… sigh… forget it."

"Ancestor…"

He immediately reached out to his founder instead of arguing with the Reaper.

The remnant spirit replied, "To put it in simple terms. It talks about someone who comes from outside of Elysium and puts an end to Behemoth, a monster of the legend that should be imprisoned in Hell." After a brief pause, he added, "By the way, Behemoth is a divine-grade beast that could go against even Archangels, if the legend is true. It swallows up planets and stars as food. It could even destroy galaxies. Better to stay away."

Azzy felt tremors in his soul as soon as he heard that it could destroy an entire galaxy. It's definitely an existence he cannot face.

He didn't care whether they think he is a coward or not. He simply commented, "I think I heard a similar prophecy about Behemoth, although it speaks about an Outergod. But then again, it is a headache of those Lords at the top."

The old man's eyes widened and involuntarily took a step back. The others also understood the hidden meaning. It has nothing to do with me or you.

After his comment is met with silence, Azzy continued, "Anyways, I'll be on my way. Need to return to Silver City and report about Baphomet's demise. I hope all of you keep this a secret. We don't know how many outer gods are hiding in this realm. It is best if you keep your people away from unknown dungeons that have conditions to enter, like this one. The best way to recognize such dungeons is by striking their invisible barrier. If an ascendant cannot destroy the dungeon's barrier without relying on any specific artifact, it's better to report those."

Azzy didn't wait for their response and flew away as if he were in a hurry.

"So, the prophecy was real? I just made it up for appearances. Interesting," The guildmaster commented in surprise, stroking his beard.

Others: "It's not real?"

They all shouted at the same time.

"Hahahaha," The old man laughed at his guildmates' reaction. Liam had the look of being betrayed. "Sorry about that, Liam. I just needed you to get away from the guild for a while because of your scandal with Lady Reiner."

"Uhh… what?"