LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 121: Insurmountable?
After he fell asleep again, Parker found himself in the vast expanse of the Dream again—the strange, endless forest that felt both ancient and alive, soaked in golden hues from the soft morning sun. Mist clung low to the ground, swirling around his feet, while tall trees stretched high enough to kiss the sky.
The scent was crisp, earthy, tinged with something unreal. The Nexus Omni Realm—
He sat cross-legged on the soft grass, his body trembling, head still pounding with that raw, unbearable ache. His soul, though? It still felt... off. Torn.
But it was manageable here.
In the Dream, everything felt more vivid but the pain was less here. The energy more pure, more alive. And so, before anything else, he took a slow breath and let the Omni Energy flow.
His fingers twisted slightly, and with a thought, he created a copy of himself—an illusion, perfect down to the tiniest detail. His real form shifted, cloaking itself with the Soul of Deception, the ring subtly pulsing against his finger as it wrapped his presence in an invisible veil.
If any magical beings lurked nearby, they'd only sense the decoy. Couldn't be too careful after the shitstorm he'd just survived.
Omni Energy was everywhere here. Vibrant. Potent. Faster than back in the real world. As he focused, it surged toward him, threads of silvery light wrapping around his frame, sinking into his skin. His body drank it in, devouring every drop. The pain started to ease, the pounding behind his eyes slowly dimming until it was just...gone.
His mind cleared. The raw agony that had felt like his soul was being ripped apart finally dulled. Then vanished.
Relief hit like a wave, and Parker let out a long, shaky breath before collapsing back onto the grass, staring up at the pale sun through the shifting canopy above.
The Nexus's sun hung low, casting a golden glow over the treetops, the leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Everything was too... quiet. For a moment, he just...existed. Let the quiet fill him, lungs rising and falling with every measured breath.
And yet—something was missing.
A void. An absence he felt too clearly now.
"Ere..." he whispered.
His hand flexed at his side. Cold. Empty. His magical, snarky cat was gone.
And it wasn't just a feeling.
It was wrong.
He remembered her last words before everything went to hell.
{Master, run.} Then she'd whispered something, words he barely registered {That man—he's going to do something!}
Right when he'd demanded answers, straight up, no sugarcoating. Honestly, that was reckless as fuck—like, the definition of dumbass energy. Maybe he'd been too shocked. Or just...pissed. Whatever the reason, it had clearly rubbed Robert Blackwood the wrong way.
No. Not just the wrong way.
The man had come after him like a fucking force of nature. If it weren't for Ere—
Parker shut his eyes. Breathed.
"What is that family...?"
They weren't normal. They couldn't be.
Chione, Captain Sum, even Cassidy—he'd seen power before. Met people who could bend reality. But the Blackwoods? They were on a whole different level. That kind of pressure? That kind of control? It wasn't even close.
His fists clenched as he sat there, heart pounding. What was that family? They weren't just powerful. They were... beyond.
And the system... The thing hadn't been able to read them, the system had blanked.
"System." His voice was rough, but steady. "What are the chances of something like that happening?" The chime echoed in his head, that neutral robotic voice humming:
[Ding! Either the system does not possess sufficient data, or the beings in question surpass the system's ability to analyze. Or...both.]
"Yeah... figures."
Both felt like the safer bet. Because what else could it be? Annabelle alone had felt like a walking nuke, but Robert? And Helena—
A chill ran down his spine.
And the kicker? His aunt. His sweet, soft-spoken, smiling aunt.
The system hadn't just failed—it had glitched.
[ERROR. NO INFORMATION ACQUIRED. TARGET DOES NOT EXIST, HOST!]
Does not exist.
A chill crawled up his spine again just thinking about it.
The same woman who smiled gently while holding her husband's arm at every family gathering. Who never raised her voice, never so much as the couple argued. The same aunt who always played the submissive housewife role so perfectly while she turned a blind eyes to the way he was treated even taking part, it felt staged now, at least her submissive woman persona felt taged.
Parker swallowed hard. Helena had always seemed so... Perfect, a perfect, always a submissive trophy wife, letting Robert do all the talking. But now?
Hell no.
Fake.
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She was more dangerous than Robert Blackwood.
No... screw that. Dangerous wasn't even the word. She felt like something that made gods themselves look away. Like a walking void of data even the system couldn't touch.
"System," he said quietly. "You're supposed to be created by gods, right? So why the hell can't you give me information on them? Aren't you supposed to be... all-knowing or something?" He couldn't even believe it's earlier words.
A pause. Then—
[Host, there are beings beyond the comprehension of gods. The family you encountered is highly likely beyond divine understanding.]
Parker blinked. "Yeah, no shit," he muttered.
[Yes shit, Host!]
Then a sharp laugh left him. "Great. So basically, you're saying they're so fucking terrifying even the gods can't figure them out? Awesome. Super reassuring."
Silence.
Until—
[Host. Some beings indeed exist beyond even divine understanding. The family you encountered falls into that category... it is advised you never face them again. Your death is assured.]
Cold. Blunt. Final.
Parker clenched his jaw. His fist curled against the grass as his heart pounded harder, he exhaled slowly, heart hammering against his ribs.
"Yeah... no shit."
He couldn't even face Annabelle right now, let alone Robert. And Helena? The way she stood there, quiet, calm, yet so much worse.
She felt like a Grim Reaper even Hades would cross the street to avoid. And the worst part? Or perhaps the best part?
They weren't just some creepy cult or supernatural threat lurking in the shadows. They were a millionaire family.
Rich. Public. Out there in the open, sipping champagne at galas while bending reality under everyone's noses.
Parker sat up slowly, the golden light filtering through the trees sharpening as his thoughts crystallized.
Staying away?
No. Fuck that.
They want to play the perfect family?
They weren't just gonna walk over him. Millionaire family, huh?
Let's see how long that lasts.
[Ding! New Mission Generated.]
Now we're talking.