The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 186. A First-Gen Reincarnator Apostle, Sealed and Waiting. (Sounds Familiar.)

Chapter 186: 186. A First-Gen Reincarnator Apostle, Sealed and Waiting. (Sounds Familiar.)

Talyra looked back and forth between the sealed wall and the passage ahead, then at Rex, and finally at the wall again, as if she were making a final check on her objections. When she realized she didn’t have any, she changed her posture to the forward-ready position that was her normal state of mind.

"Research data," she said, mostly to herself.

The way she said it made it clear that she was using Aisella’s framing because it was the right one for where they were.

"You’re copying me now." Aisella said this with a blank expression still on her face.

"Let’s just go!"

The passage went down for about thirty meters before leveling off into the first lower chamber. The walls along the way were covered in the same Elder Script as the chamber above, but the words were different.

Aisella read while she walked, which was a skill in itself. She told the story in the same calm voice she used when she was carefully translating.

"The second layer of writing is biographical." She said, "Not a record of the god’s choices, but a record of the Apostle’s history."

She looked at the right wall, which seemed to have the earlier entries. "The Earthen Apostle was chosen in what the inscription calls the first era of designation, which was a long time before the current system of Apostle classes."

"How long before?" Rex asked.

"The inscription uses a dating convention that I don’t know all the vocabulary for," Aisella said. "But the structural language suggests that the records that the Apostle Network uses as its foundational documents are at least a thousand years old."

Rex thought about this. An Apostle who lived before the current network’s founding records and an Earth Sovereign who hadn’t been active in eight centuries.

This was not the beginning of the Apostle’s life, but the end of the Chapter in which they had still been working.

Aisella kept reading and said, "The Earthen Apostle wasn’t from this time."

"The inscription describes a transition event, and the specific language here is—" she slowed down, working through a denser section, "the language says something like ’carried between moments’ or ’moved through the boundary of what was and what is.’"

"Reincarnation," Rex said.

Aisella stopped.

"That fits the structure of the language," she said, and her voice sounded more careful than it had a moment ago. "The inscription seems to say that the Apostle was not from this time period but from a time before it."

"Like me," Rex said, maintaining the same calm demeanor with which he typically spoke.

Talyra and Aisella exchanged glances, but neither responded immediately; they needed a moment to process what he had just articulated.

"Yeah, it is... very much like you," Aisella finally replied.

"A first-generation reincarnator with the title of Apostle who was eventually sealed here by the god who called them," Rex continued.

"The god chose rest, and the Apostle deserved the same." Rex looked at the writing on the walls. "And it was left here until someone worthy arrives."

"Do you think you’re worthy of it?" Talyra said.

The statement was neither accusatory nor skeptical; it simply reflected the straightforward logic of the room.

Rex didn’t confirm or deny, but he said, "Well... the seal opened when I touched it... there’s that."

The chamber at the bottom of the passage was roughly circular, like the one above, but significantly larger. The bioluminescent fungi here were different from the ones in the passage, larger and distributed in clusters that illuminated the space in overlapping zones with no significant shadows.

Before reading the contents, Rex read the space. What the space told him was that it was large, with multiple potential approach angles, and with enough open floor area to make mobility-based combat effective.

The contents were the important part.

They were standing in a ring around the perimeter of the chamber. They were not arranged in the organized manner of the pack on the beach, which had been tactical, but rather in a wall-stationed configuration that was structural, serving as permanent features of the space instead of mobile elements.

There were fourteen of them.

Each one was roughly the size and shape of a large human, but the texture of their surface was stone and compacted earth, the specific dark mineral composition of the island’s volcanic substrate. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Their joints moved with the grinding sound of rock against rock, and their eyes, where they had normal eyes, were empty sockets filled with a faint amber glow that matched the fungi’s frequency.

Earth constructs. They were classified as Guardian-class based on their formation and distribution.

They had been dormant for eight hundred years, and Rex’s entry through the sealed door had activated them, which was precisely what guardian-class constructs were designed to do.

"Oh, good," Talyra said quietly. "We got some friendly company here... I hope."

Rex could hear that she was not being sarcastic.

The first construct moved.

It came away from the wall and walked toward the center of the room with the weight of something that was mostly stone and didn’t care how much noise it made as it crossed the stone floor. Its footsteps were solid in the way that told you everything you needed to know about its mass.

"We don’t have any choice but to fight every single day on this island, do we?" Rex began to warm up, stretching both his arms and legs. "But at least it’s worth it for our assessment since we can collect their samples, right?"

"Yeah." Aisella nodded.

"Every sample brings us closer to understanding their behavior," she added, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

Rex paused, considering her words, knowing that their survival depended not just on strength but also on knowledge.

Rex looked at the fourteen positions, saw that three of them had already moved from being on the wall to being mobile, and then spoke without turning.

"Form a line behind me, offset to the left and right," he instructed. "Clear a space of twenty meters in front."

"Talyra, anything that gets past my perimeter is yours."

"Alright, Captain!" Talyra said, already holding onto her bow.

"Aisella, I need you to keep an eye on the ceiling and walls of the chamber," Rex added. "The constructs’ structural integrity may depend on the substrate they were built from, and if the floor or walls show stress fractures as they take damage, that’s the only information I need."

"Understood," Aisella said right away.

She moved to the offset position on Rex’s right with the speed of someone who had already thought about the order before he had even finished giving it. And Talyra went to his left without needing to say anything else.

Rex took the space between himself and the advancing constructs.

The first one got to the point he had been waiting for, which was the distance at which a telekinetic application could be both broad and precise. He then put both hands out in front of him at waist height and applied the field.

The construct was about four times as heavy as Rex, and in normal circumstances, that weight would have been the most important thing in any physical exchange. When Rex’s telekinesis was working at full strength, mass was just a number that told you how much force you needed to move something.

He had significantly more force available than the construct’s designers had planned for.

He lifted it.

The four hundred kilograms of consolidated volcanic rock rose off the floor with the kind of controlled power that didn’t involve struggle or visible effort. He held it at eye level and looked at it with the look of someone who was paying attention but not too worried.

The limbs of the construct kept moving. It didn’t realize it had left the floor and kept acting as if the floor were still under it.

The second and third constructs that were moving forward saw this occurrence and kept going. They couldn’t change their tactical model based on what they saw happen, which was a flaw and, from a certain perspective, a good thing in something that was made to follow orders no matter what.

Rex put the first construct in the way of the second one at an angle that made the collision as strong as possible and sent both of them crashing into the left wall of the chamber. The stone broke, but not in a way that would have caused a disaster.

The damage was enough to show that the constructs were not completely safe.

Rex took a moment to assess the situation, his mind racing with potential strategies. He realized that while the constructs were powerful, their limitations could be exploited if he played his cards right.

’The fun begins now... let’s see if I can do some creative shit with my telekinesis.’