Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start-Chapter 265: "It Can Be A God, No?"

Golden aura flames covered Rion’s body, and a stream left his drenched body as the water evaporated instantly.

He rose to his feet, stared at the boundless sea before him, and fell into a daze.

The sunlight fell into the water, scattering like tiny rainbows and stars, while the sea’s surface gleamed like a mirror.

From the moment he opened his life in this second life, he wanted to enjoy everything he couldn’t in his past life, but as he took on more responsibilities, it became harder to stay the person he used to be.

James, who had been reincarnated after fifteen years of nothing but suffering, had lost to Rion, who had raised his spear to protect his loved ones, and he could no longer appreciate the world as he used to.

In a way, his forming the ether core was no different than a part of James forever staying alive within him, as it bound him to the world.

Thinking that, his lips curled upwards, and he mumbled, "How Ironic..."

James had always wanted to live a normal life.

Even though Rion could live that life, he chose not to, and became an anomaly so incomprehensible that, to feel even a strand of normality, he had to go beyond abnormality.

An amused chuckle escaped his lips. He turned to the back and mumbled, "Maybe someday I would live the life James wanted... but for now, I must live as Rion."

With a step, he teleported from the shore and appeared before the royal daughter, who was standing in a grand chamber full of stone shelves that held books beyond what the world knew of.

"I believe there has to be a better way to do this," she said with a smile as she turned her head to look at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and responded sheepishly, "It has become a habit."

Her lips blossomed into a smile, she pointed at the table and chairs near the wall, and said, "A bad habit. I was able to detect you because of my Zone... others would attack directly."

’Not like that would do anything,’ he remarked inwardly and replied with a nod of his head, "I’ll work on it."

She sat in a chair, gesturing at the one opposite her. "Have a seat."

He took the chair, looked around himself, and asked, "How long would it take for me to have the books I’ve asked for?"

"I’ve asked the librarian, but it would take time," she answered.

’Seeing how tall these shelves are, it would take at least two weeks to sort through all of them,’ Rion noted in his head.

Malikeya tapped the table. "Normally, I would have declined such a request, but do you know why I didn’t?"

’How the hell would I know?’ He shook his head. "I do not."

She slowly nodded her head and explained, "I did it because of the blue moon."

Hearing her, his eyes shone with curiosity. ’Francis had also mentioned the blue moon, but I had forgotten to ask him about it."

He tilted his head and asked with a confused expression, "What is the blue moon...?"

Much to his disappointment, however, Malikeya shook her head and mumbled, "I do not know what the blue moon is."

’I should’ve asked Francis.’ Rion frowned.

"Probably no one does," she added.

"What?"

"The blue moon is said to guide its followers to the serpent that will consume the world, but no one knows what it looks like," she stated.

Rion’s frown deepened. He leaned forward and asked, "Its followers should know, right?"

She shook her head and spoke in a revering tone, "They do not. They don’t have to, as they find themselves in situations that lead them to their goals..."

’That makes no sense,’ he remarked inwardly.

"It may sound absurd, but many royal daughters of the past revered the blue moon, and they eventually reached their goals... the blue moon’s presence is more divine than the gods themselves."

Hearing her statement, a chuckle escaped Rion.

He leaned back in his chair and said, "It can be a god, no?"

She nodded. "It can be. But that’s unlikely."

He furrowed his brows and asked, "Why is that?"

Instead of answering, she asked back, "Dhaevrak holds the bloodline of gods, how do you think that’s possible?"

"We are the descendants of the gods," he muttered with a puzzled expression.

She smiled. "You must have felt it, right?"

His confusion deepened. "What?"

"The strangely familiar feeling you get from the elves."

’Oh...’ he nodded.

"You must be thinking, why are you feeling that way? You may even have various conclusions in your mind, but I’ll tell you the real reason," she mumbled with an amused expression.

Rion fell silent, his lips pressed together, and he whispered, "Go ahead."

"Just like Dhaevrak, we elves are also godbloods; however, unlike your people, we are from a single god whom we call — Mother."

’That’s one of many theories I had in mind,’ Rion mumbled inwardly, but the royal daughter wasn’t done yet.

Her lips widened into a smile, and she stated, "Yet, none of us have the bloodline of the Mother, while many in Dhaevrak do. Why do you think it’s like that for us?"

’I have no damn clue!’ He shook his head.

Seeing his confused expression, her amusement increased even further, and she dropped the bomb, "It’s because Mother gave birth to us before she turned herself into the heavenly tree... but Dhaevrak was given birth after the gods had died."

Just as those words drifted towards him, Rion’s expression darkened, and he mumbled under his breath, "That doesn’t sound possible."

Malikeya nodded. "It’s just a theory of the royal daughters of the past, but it isn’t entirely groundless."

He blinked twice. "What do you mean?"

She looked him in the eyes.

"Doesn’t the way your bloodlines work seem more like you are being crafted to fit the image of the gods that they came from...?"