DKIE CH58.2: The Human Ancestor

The Quill Pen methodically recorded the data.

“The Sage’s Sword has gathered a large amount of human faith. The faith power in your body can happen to feed it back. However, I suggest you recite the spell.”

Of course, Luka knew this principle.

Without enough suppressive power, this sword would sooner or later ride on his head.

He chanted lowly, “***!”

The Sage’s Sword was not to be outdone.

Buzz buzz buzz!

“Kǒu kǒu kǒu!” (represents chanting)

Buzz buzz buzz!

The Quill Pen: “…”

Luka sneered. You forced me. He gathered his breath. “Om!”

The Sage’s Sword: “?”

Taking advantage of it being stunned by his “om,” Luka immediately and continuously cast the dream-entering spell. The previous lion’s roars had also been very draining. This time, the Sage’s Sword finally did not resist anymore. Its sword aura dissipated as it seemed to enter a dormant state.

After feeling a certain opportunity, Luka closed his eyes and fell into a dream—

Chaos.

It was very chaotic, much more chaotic than the last time he entered the Demon King’s dream.

Flowers grew on pillars, the sky was so low it almost touched the buildings, and all the layers seemed to be twisted together in a mess.

Just as the Quill Pen had said, the Sage’s Sword’s perception of the external world was very confused.

Vaguely, he heard another buzz. All sorts of mottled colors intertwined chaotically to their limit, and the picture, conversely, became somewhat clear.

Luka identified the surrounding geographical environment. Corpses littered the ground, mountains and rivers were withered. The defenseless human tragedy immediately put him on high alert.

A strong stench of decay wafted from the sky.

A fierce battle was erupting in the distance. High in the sky, a blurry human figure raised a hand and slashed. Flames spewed from a spatial rift, and the extreme low temperature was dispersed by the thermal dynamics.

Luka looked far into the distance and recognized the longsword held in the human figure’s hand.

—The Sage’s Sword.

The moment he unconsciously uttered the sword’s name, it was as if he had activated a VIP membership. The image quality improved again.

In mid-air, a woman’s half-armor was stained with blood. The bone was visible at her arm, and the blood had frozen into ice slag in the low temperature. Yet her fighting spirit was fierce, the tip of her sword pointing straight ahead.

Looking in the direction the sword was pointing, there was a translucent, bizarre giant tree, its roots squirming madly in the air.

The woman was injured, but the tree’s condition was not much better.

A portion of its branches had been ignited by the sword’s aura. The stench after burning was overpowering. Luka, standing from an observer’s position, could smell the stench of corpses across endless time and space.

Crimson flames and terrifying frost clashed. This battle spanned a very long time.

In a battle of this level, Luka gradually lost his sense of time. He didn’t know how long had passed before peace finally returned to the world.

The picture became blurry again. The scene changed, and the vague outline of a hall could be seen.

The woman broke off one of her own bones and inserted it into the evil tree, which was sealed by chains.

Then, facing the loyal generals in the hall, her extremely penetrating voice echoed through the main hall:

“With my bone, I suppress the demon.”

“Establish the Holy Court, to be supervised by the Saintess and High Priests for generations.”

“My sword will be sent to the First Magic Academy. In future generations, there will surely be one who inherits our will and will completely slay this evil creature.”

Luka wanted to see more clearly, but unfortunately, apart from the voice, the picture had become a blur.

The woman, along with all the other figures, condensed into a black dot and disappeared along with the great hall.

The stars shifted, the seas turned to mulberry fields.

The oath, the mountains and rivers, the starry sky were gradually replaced by tree shade, school buildings, and the sound of reading aloud.

This was already an era countless eons later.

Luka recognized the new scene at a glance: the First Magic Academy.

The woman had long since disappeared. Only a sword remained, standing alone under a statue.

A person in a blood-stained white robe rushed over. “The evil creature has broken its seal! We need your help!”

The Sage’s Sword remained indifferent.

Luka, now sharing the sword’s senses, actually felt the aura of that tree from the person asking for help.

That person pleaded for a long time. After realizing it was useless, the face that had been a mixture of terror and tears instantly became expressionless.

In the period that followed, more and more people with the same aura tried to pull it out. After repeated failures, they also realized that deception was useless.

“It’s really difficult to deal with. If it doesn’t work, we’ll have to find a way to destroy it.”

“The Human Ancestor’s personal sword is a divine artifact. How can it be destroyed?”

“Over the years, even divine artifacts are not invincible. Let’s first find a way to disperse the will condensed on it.”

Force, curses, and even high-grade corrosive liquids… they would always be useful.

History can be artificially distorted and tampered with over time.

The Holy Court had defected. Since when, no one knew, but everyone began to praise the power and holiness of the Tree of Life, discussing how a single drop of Life Elixir could fetch a sky-high price at auction.

The Holy Court became the sole dominant power, establishing supreme authority.

From the perspective of the Sage’s Sword, Luka could clearly feel its astonishment, bewilderment, anger, and… grievance.

Luka couldn’t help but sigh.

Suddenly, he saw himself from the other’s perspective.

He was walking from the direction of the Astronomical Tower. On the deserted, tree-lined path, a complaint could be heard: “This thing shouldn’t be as crappy and poisonous as the Life Elixir, right?”

When he mentioned the Life Elixir, the disdain in his tone could not be hidden.

Through the Sage’s Sword’s keen perception, Luka noticed some of the demonic aura on his body.

Boom!

The scene came to an abrupt end.

A flash of crimson light bloomed in his mind. At the center of the flames was the Sage’s Sword’s blurry yet firm will:

Dance with demons, heart facing the light. If I become a demon, who dares to stop me?

If the whole world is deceived, then we shall resist the whole world together.

Luka: “…”

Friend.

I’m on a new account, I’ve only been alive for less than twenty years. Don’t do this.

The chuunibyou-like declaration dispelled the consciousness in the dream. This ‘daydream’ seemed to have lasted for a long time. But when Luka woke up, he found that the hour hand on the wall clock had barely moved one tick.

The Quill Pen was observing Luka’s expression from the side.

Unlike the last time he ended a dream, where he was drenched in cold sweat, his expression now was very complicated. And the Sage’s Sword was constantly surrounded by crimson flames, it was unclear what was burning.

Luka was still recovering from the side effects of dream-entering and gently pressed his temples.

He recalled the Sage’s Sword’s career: from the Holy Court’s betrayal and torment, to waiting countless years for a turning point, and finally, being willing to fall into demonhood to return a clear sky to the world.

It practically had the fate of all the heaven-defying male protagonists of early web novels.

“The Tree of Life is a demon—no, an evil thing,” Luka said, getting straight to the point with the Quill Pen after a brief pause. “The Human Ancestor sealed it in the Holy Court, to be supervised by the Saintess and High Priests for generations. Unfortunately, the Holy Court later betrayed them.”

Throughout his tone, there was only a bit of sentiment, not much surprise.

Too many things spoil over time. The complex emotions of humanity are often the ones with the shortest shelf life.

“The Demon King must have discovered something back then, which is why he went to mock the name of the Tree of Life.”

As Luka spoke, he unconsciously covered his eyes with his hand.

The Demon King’s blood-red eyes seemed to be able to see through the phenomenon to the essence of the Tree of Life. His own ancestral blood-red eyes, he didn’t know to what extent he could see through things.

In short, this pink eye wasn’t for nothing!

He looked up and found that the Quill Pen was very calm.

“You don’t seem very surprised either.”

A poisonous fruit doesn’t mean the plant is poisonous. A problem with the Life Elixir doesn’t mean the Tree of Life is also problematic.

The Quill Pen: “Most higher life forms have warmth.”

They are infectious and have emotions and desires.

That kind of extremely cold thing like the Tree of Life was clearly abnormal. And now, even the Tree of Wisdom has entered a period of decline, yet it still stands firm. To be old and not die is to be a thief.

Luka took a breath. “This matter must be told to the Saint as soon as possible.”

The good news was that the Human Ancestor had laid the foundation, and the Tree of Life had probably not yet recovered, otherwise it would have long caused chaos.

The bad news was that even the Human Ancestor could only temporarily seal the Tree of Life at the cost of serious injury. This thing must be extremely difficult to kill.

Buzz buzz.

The Sage’s Sword began its continuous sword cry again.

Luka had a bit of a headache. The Saint had once stayed in the Holy Court, and the Sage’s Sword had always held a prejudice against him.

This was very troublesome. He still had a partnership with the Saint, and future contact was very likely to intensify the Sage’s Sword’s resistance.

The Quill Pen glanced at the domineering sword hilt and said, “Origin does not represent everything.”

The Sage’s Sword did not believe it.

“Your current master’s mom is the Saintess.”

The air suddenly fell silent.

Luka and the Sage’s Sword were stunned at the same time.

The Quill Pen said lightly, “You don’t need to be stunned.”

Think about it from another angle. With the Holy Court staging a tragic drama of mother and son fighting each other, wouldn’t the Sage’s Sword be ecstatic?

Luka’s Diary Guide:
The terminal is on the market. Preparing to move to the community home. Need housewarming fees.
…
Where is everyone? Why has no one come today!
Dragon Race: Currently doing infrastructure construction in a remote signal area.
Alec: You’re the one in charge of the money. I can’t give any gift money.
Elven Race: We wrote a song for you.
The Saint: Money is too vulgar. Since you can be friends with the Elf King, you must be poetic and picturesque. Let’s play a game of chess.
Alec & Princess Marie, etc.: We send a hundred death-sworn warriors.
The Sage’s Sword: Why ask if you want it? Their coming to your diary is trespassing. Boy, take me! Let’s turn the world upside down.
Luka: …