I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 90: Echoes of a Lost Kingdom

The moment Adam heard the word "King" come from the portly Spirit’s lips, he too was very surprised. A deep feeling of confusion washed over his ancient mind.

"What are you saying?" he demanded. His own true voice echoed the Spirit’s earlier shock. Adam was truly confused.

He hadn’t done anything on purpose. He hadn’t willed his power to act in that way, to push back the other Spirit so strongly.

This blue energy, this raw, untamed power that had burst out of him, seemed to work on its own. It was beyond his direct, deliberate control. And it had just easily pushed back the other Spirit’s gentle probe.

The portly Spirit, whose earlier calm and superior attitude was now completely gone, sank to its knees on the soft, dream-like grass of the subconscious plane. It bowed its head very low. It was a gesture of deep respect, almost like fear.

"Who... who are you?" the Spirit whispered. Its voice was trembling. "And why do you have the energy of our King? The royal blue aura... it is unmistakable."

This question only made Adam even more confused. "Didn’t I just tell you?" he retorted.

A little bit of his usual impatience started to creep back into his voice, even though he was also feeling very disoriented.

"I have no memory of my past! I don’t even know who I am, or what I am! I told you, I don’t remember anything before waking up in this world!"

The portly Spirit looked up. Its round, black eyes were wide with a mix of disbelief and a new, dawning understanding. "Truly?" it murmured, speaking more to itself than to Adam.

"You really don’t remember? Could it be possible? After all this time... No, no, it cannot be... But the energy... it doesn’t lie." The Spirit muttered these broken thoughts.

Its gaze was unfocused, as if it was looking at something far away, or trying to solve a very difficult puzzle in its own mind.

Then, as if it had made a decision, the Spirit slowly got back to its feet. Its earlier fear seemed to have lessened a little bit. It was replaced by a look of seriousness, and a strange kind of deep respect.

"Alright," the Spirit said. Its voice was steadier now, more composed.

"I understand. I will tell you everything I know, properly and clearly. I believe you need to know these things. Because... because I think I might know who you are. Or at least, who you once were."

A profound sense of peace, a calm feeling that Adam had not experienced in what felt like thousands and thousands of years, settled over him when he heard the Spirit’s words.

Ever since he had first become aware of himself, ever since he had "woken up" in this strange new reality – this ’fantasy world’ as he sometimes thought of it in his more private moments – he had felt lost, like a boat without a rudder.

He had immense power, more power than most beings he encountered, yet he knew nothing about his own nature, his purpose, or his past. He was a being of great ability, yet he was, in a very real way, a prisoner.

He was a prisoner of his own missing memories, and more recently, he had been a prisoner inside Eric’s weak, human body. The idea of getting answers, of finally understanding himself, was a very strong pull. He wanted it more than anything.

The portly Spirit began to speak. Its voice changed, becoming like that of a storyteller, ready to share a long and important tale.

"Actually," it started, "as you might have guessed from our earlier conversation, I am what you would consider a low-level Spirit. My name is Philip." It paused for a moment, a thoughtful look on its round face.

"I cannot tell you my full name, however. You must understand, for us Spirits, our true, full name is a very powerful thing. Knowing a Spirit’s full name is a way to gain some control over them. And in some cases, if the knowledge is used with enough power, it can even... unmake a Spirit. It can destroy us."

Adam’s ethereal form, his body of pure energy, seemed to shimmer slightly when he heard this. The idea was huge.

The ability to be controlled, or even completely destroyed, just because someone knew your full name... it was a weakness, a vulnerability, that he hadn’t even thought was possible. It made him realize how little he truly knew about his own kind.

Philip continued his story, seemingly not noticing the inner turmoil his words had caused in Adam.

"As I said, I am a low-level Spirit. I was not always living in this world, this mortal realm that you see around you. I did not always interact with humans, or with the other different races and creatures that live here. All Spirits, all of us who are now present in this world, we once lived in our own, separate dimension. We called it the Higher Dimension. It was our home."

Adam listened with complete attention. Every word Philip spoke was important. A separate dimension just for his kind? A Higher Dimension? The idea felt strangely familiar.

It resonated deep within him, like a very old, forgotten memory that was slowly starting to stir from a long, deep slumber. It felt like coming home, even though he couldn’t remember the house.

"In that Higher Dimension," Philip went on, his voice now having a nostalgic, almost wistful sound, as if he was remembering a beautiful place he missed very much,

"all Spirits lived in great peace and prosperity. We had everything we needed. We spent most of our long existence in a deep, restful slumber. It was a special kind of sleep that rejuvenated us, made us stronger."

"This sleep could last for thousands of your human years at a time. When we did awaken from our long sleep, we would often pass the time by observing the beings of the Lower Dimension – that is, this world."

"We would watch the humans, the elves, the dwarves, and all the other countless different species that live and die in this world. It was... well, it was an idle pastime for most of us. It was just a way to mark the passing of the eons, something to do when we were awake."

Philip was telling these amazing facts with a calm, matter-of-fact tone, as if he was just talking about the weather. But to Adam, each word was a huge revelation.

His kind, a species of beings with their own dimension, a place of peace and immense power... it was almost too much to take in at once. It was so different from his own lonely, confusing existence.

"And within our Spirit society in the Higher Dimension," Philip continued, his gaze becoming distant, as if he was looking back across an unimaginable distance of time and space, to a home he could no longer reach, "there was a structure, a way things were organized. We had a hierarchy, a ranking system."

"We were all organized into different groups, or sectors, based on our individual power and the special innate abilities that each of us possessed. We would sometimes... cultivate our strength."

"We would try to refine our essences, to become more powerful. But mostly, we slept. It was a very tranquil, very peaceful existence, free from the struggles and pains of this mortal world."

He paused again for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. Then, his voice took on a more serious, more reverent tone.

"But above all of us, watching over everything, protecting our entire dimension, was the main sector. This sector was the most important. It controlled everything and made sure our dimension was safe. And ruling from that main sector, making all the important decisions, were the Seven Star Members. They were the most powerful among us. They were the Supreme Spirits. In your human language, if you were to try and describe them, you might call them... the Seven Kings."

The words "Seven Kings" hit Adam with the force of a physical blow, even though he was in his energy form.

A whirlwind of questions exploded in his mind. If this Higher Dimension really existed, if there were beings as powerful and important as these "Seven Kings" of the Spirits, then why were he and Philip here? Why were they in this Lower Dimension, this mortal world, getting mixed up with humans and their problems? It didn’t make sense.

And the other species Philip had mentioned – elves, dwarves, other races – were they also present in this world he had woken up in? Were they all around him, and he just hadn’t realized it?

A new feeling, a kind of hopeful excitement that Adam hadn’t recognized in himself for an incredibly long time, began to stir deep within him. The idea of not being alone, the possibility of belonging to something vast and powerful, of having a people and a place... it was both a little bit terrifying, because it was so new, and incredibly exhilarating. For the first time in what felt like forever, Adam felt a glimmer of hope that he might finally understand who he was, and where he belonged.