Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 820 - 820: Alaric Betrayed Master?

"The Rainbow Crystal... actually known as the Origin Crystal, was the first and true creation born from both Mother and Arcane.

It was the foundation, the source of everything. The Golden, Silver, Copper, and Blank Crystals you see today? They are merely derivatives of that Original, created solely by Arcane without the Mother's influence," The Master said, his voice carrying a weight of deep knowledge as he stood in the middle of the lush garden.

Behind him, Victor stood motionless, absorbing every word in silence.

Victor was slightly taken aback, though he didn't let it show on his face.

The Master continued, his gaze drifting toward the sky as if recalling memories long lost.

"The energy that belonged to the Mother, known as Clarion energy, began to deplete in ancient times. This led to the disappearance of the Origin Cards. As Arcane energy surged and took over, these mere derivatives—created without the Mother's essence—started to shine brighter. Over generations... people forgot about the Mother Goddess entirely. Everything became saturated with Arcane energy, and so the true history was lost, buried under the influence of a single force..." He let out a sigh, his expression unreadable.

Victor exhaled softly before speaking, his tone cautious, "I see... so that means you've known this truth for a long time. But how exactly do you know all of this? Are you some kind of Ancient being?"

The Master let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You could say that... but no. It's not as if I was born with this knowledge. I wasn't there when it all began," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "However, during one of my travels, I came across an endangered Origin Monsters. They were unique, different from any beings I had encountered before. Their blood contained both Arcane and Clarion energy, something I had never seen coexisting before."

Victor's brows furrowed slightly. He didn't like where this was going. "...You mean to say—"

"Yes, Victor," The Master interrupted before he could finish, his tone carrying a quiet intensity. "We... are the ones. Or rather... I am the one who created those so-called 'Chosen Ones' that the Sovereign now has." His eyes flickered toward Victor's hand, where he held a suitcase tightly. A slow smirk crept onto his lips as he lifted a hand, "The Creator of the Origin Blood."

The suitcase in Victor's grasp trembled violently before slipping from his fingers, floating toward The Master as if drawn by an invisible force.

As The Master unlatched the case and peered inside, his expression darkened. Only a few glass tubes remained. He frowned. "It's almost empty..."

Victor shrugged, his face unreadable. "That's all I managed to get when I stole it from the Sovereign," he said flatly.

The Master's frown deepened as he thought, 'So, Dora has already started re

Victor's face twisted into a deep scowl, "...Alaric?"

The Master nodded dangerously.

"I'm going to kill that fucking bastard!!"

However—

"Don't, Victor" Master said with a stern tone, "If I wanted him dead, I could have killed him already. However... the situation is far more complicated than it seems. It's not just about Alaric... I can't afford to lose people right now, not when I still need them in play."

That's right... Master decided to use Alaric since Victor and Alaric were like water and fire which helped him better!

Victor frowned, "Complicated? What exactly are you trying to do?"

The Master inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a brief moment before exhaling with a weary expression, "To be honest, the reason I called you there that day was to bait Dora... but Alaric ruined it. No, more than that..." His tone turned bitter, laced with deep disappointment. "He betrayed me."

Victor's eyes widened slightly. "Huh?" But inwardly, his thoughts churned. 'Damn, this guy is really good at this… He's covering every single hole, leaving me with nothing to question. No matter how I approach it, he makes sure I can't find a fault in his words. Maybe I should learn a thing or two from him…'