When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 725

Chapter 725: Chapter 111: The Third Brand Chapter 725: Chapter 111: The Third Brand That evening, Aiwass lay in bed deep in thought for a long time before falling asleep, still having refrained from drinking any alcohol.

He was particularly bothered by something Bram had mentioned earlier—he said that he had been marked by the Bear Celestial Marshal.

Aiwass wasn’t sure if it was true or if that sociable giant baby Bram was just bragging...

although usually, people wouldn’t brag about something like that.

But since he believed in the Bear Celestial Marshal, it wasn’t easy to say for sure.

Furthermore, Bram was actually an Avalonian, whose father was on the verge of achieving the great fulfillment of the Round Table Hall—before Bram got into trouble, there was still a chance for his father to rise in rank and join the Round Table Hall if he hung in there long enough.

At the very least, his father was considered upper-middle class.

...

Yet Bram, who came from such a good background, chose to turn to the god of the Giants, the Bear Celestial Marshal—an entity whose people, a few hundred years ago, used to treat his kind of humans as teething snacks.

This was an enmity even greater than the conquered grudges between the Narcissus Duchy and the Antimony Kingdom, which was to say a fixture in their diet.

And yet he had made that choice.

This made Aiwass have to consider the possibility that Bram was either crazy or an idiot.

He didn’t know what would happen if he went to see Isabel while being marked by the Bear Celestial Marshal.

Would it draw the Bear Celestial Marshal’s attention to Isabel, or would the location of “Morgan’s Wonder House” be exposed?

Or would Isabel be dragged into it as well, or would nothing happen...?

Aiwass didn’t dare to gamble.

Considering the worst-case scenario, he decided it was best to keep his distance from Isabel for the time being.

Trade with the South Continent could be negotiated anytime, but Isabel was his treasure.

Thinking about how he had been running around all day in the Holy Nation due to some inexplicable major event and would likely be busy with this matter for the time being, yet unable to see Isabel at night, Aiwass’s annoyance with the Bear Celestial Marshal grew even further.

“What an irritating lot...”

Muttering to himself and feeling disgusted, Aiwass fell into a deep sleep.

When he awoke again, he immediately heard the crackling of a campfire next to his ear.

After getting used to the intense flames around him, Aiwass’s heart sank as he realized he had been dragged into the Dream Realm again.

“You’re awake.”

A deep, powerful male voice suddenly sounded near his ear, “Or should I say, you’ve fallen asleep?”

Aiwass felt the back of his neck being lifted by someone, and then his whole body was hoisted up—only then did he realize that he was not a human.

He was the same small, weak, scorched four-legged creature as before.

When he was lifted, pain started coursing through his body.

Afterward, a woman’s light laughter could be heard around him.

“This little fox still doesn’t understand what’s happened,” she said.

“This is no ordinary fox,” came the man’s strong voice in response.

“Look, there’s a line of gold and red on his forehead, black patterns around his right eye, and a white mark on his paws.

These unique features are all divine marks.”

Being shaken about quite a bit, it took Aiwass some effort to finally catch a clear glimpse of everything around him.

Before him sat an immeasurably large red giant, seated in front of the fire.

Behind the giant lay a colossal white lion, radiating an extremely sacred golden light, while the giant was draped in sizzling red armor.

“Looking at Lord Sky Rakshasa with such fear...

do you recognize the Skinless Ones?

That really is rare,” a ghostly girl beside him said with some surprise.

Sky Rakshasa...?

Aiwass suddenly realized the true identity of this great being.

“It seems you may have heard my name, that’s good,” the Skinless Giant known as “Sky Rakshasa” slowly answered: “I was once a ‘Rakshasa’, one of the ‘Four Great Destructions’ who followed the Supreme Heaven.

But now I have become a follower of Candle Celestial Marshal, and I atone for my past multitude of sins at every moment.

“The armor I wear is a gift from the Candle Celestial Marshal.

All those souls that I have tortured, killed, and imprisoned within my body now reside within this armor.

As long as there is one among them who hates me, their hate will turn into the hell fire that scorches me; only when all of them have let go of their hatred, are reborn, and reincarnated, can I be freed from this punitive armor.”

The man’s voice was calm and rational, as he spoke behind the White Lion whose golden divine light shone brilliantly: “Now, I am the Guardian of the Contributor.

A Contributor is someone who endures and inflicts pain upon himself, often choosing Silence when faced with suffering.

“But not all criminals will repent through forgiveness; some forgiveness is also indulgence.

When the good cannot act, then the ‘Sky Rakshasa’ shall act on their behalf.”

It was indeed the Sky Rakshasa!

Aiwass’s eyes widened with joy.

The scope of Sky Rakshasa’s duties was extremely narrow, but every Priest had to learn the Prayer Arts to summon the Sky Rakshasa.

—Because the “Sky Rakshasa” is the god of retribution against those who disrupt and overturn the medical order in legend!

If a Contributor rescued others but was slandered, attacked, and framed by those they saved.

If they suffered harm and were powerless to retaliate, they could seek the Sky Rakshasa for divine retribution.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t speak, only able to emit a weak cry.

“Perhaps it is because you have not yet become enlightened, unable to speak in the Dream Realm.

That’s why you are in animal form,” the Giant said, shaking his head slightly: “But I know what you want to say.

“You have been branded by the Bear Celestial Marshal – I was unable to stop it, I could only capture you and bring you here to prevent Him from harming your soul in the dream.

“—However, little Fox.”

The skinless, grotesque Giant’s body leaned forward slightly, slowly saying each word: “If one day, the Bear Celestial Marshal fights you to the death in the Dream Realm; if that day, you can stand and fight him in the Dream Realm, rather than just a Ursa Major hunting a young cub...

“Then call my name.

I will become your strength—

“As my atonement.”

The voice resonated so clearly in Aiwass’s heart.

So much so, when Aiwass woke up, it still echoed infinitely in his heart.

Aiwass’s chest had been marked with deeper bear claw wounds, but they had already healed...

or perhaps, they had been scorched by fire, turning into a scar.

[You have obtained the trait: Authority – Brand of the Third]

[Authority – Brand of the Third: The Bear Celestial Marshal swipes the claw of the future, declaring that such a blow will end your life.

This is the third brand, whose number must not be seven—]