Inside the office of the Vice-master of the White Specter Clan, a blond-haired middle-aged man angrily banged his fist on the table.

"What do you mean she refused?!"

Opposite of this man stood a woman who wore a silver robe with three lines, indicating that her status isn't that low. Each line represented a position and three meant she's an Inner disciple. She's the man's niece and one of his confidants.

She bowed and replied:

"Miss Angelina rejected the proposal and even threatened me. I'm afraid if she speaks of the matter to the Matr-"

The man cut her off while yelling again

"She won't tell that woman! She's too proud to ask for her mother's damned help! Send her to me when she comes back."

The man then waved his hand dismissively, signaling the woman to leave. She slightly hesitated, which was something that the man clearly noticed. He creased his brows and asked her:

"What's the matter? Do you have something else to report?"

The woman's mouth opened and closed a few times but she didn't speak a word. After seeing the mood of the middle-aged man worsen, she was left with no choice but to speak:

"A-actually, I've heard some news that might interest you. Apparently, Miss Eva was found and is bring brought back to the clan."

Confused, the man asked again:

"Who's Eva?"

This time, the woman was slightly shocked. Her already low opinion of the man sank even lower.

"It's your daughter, uncle."

With a hand rubbing his beard, he mumbled with a low voice:

"My daughter? Hmm… Oh! Ohhhh!"

He cracked a cold grin while saying:

"The heavens do favor me, after all! Good good! I'll prepare a warm welcome for my precious daughter."

The woman forced a smile and quickly excused herself.

'Ugh… to think the Matriarch married such a person… and he's also my uncle… disgusting!'

The woman loathed everything about this man. He only carries about his benefits and considers his family as tools he can control. He's been lucky enough to marry the Matriarch of the White Specter Clan hence becoming the Vice-Master of the clan but he barely has any followers or loyal subordinates. All his confidence comes from his backing, another great power of the Divine Planet, though it isn't nearly as powerful as the specter's clan.

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In a gloomy yet colossal hall, there were three silhouettes, one with them being as big as a mountain. The other two were standing before this gigantic figure, also known as the Whisperer King, one of the strongest beings in the Multiverse.

He's known to be an immortal, not dying even he's cut into countless pieces. Although not as efficient as Fate 'herself', the Whisperer King can also alter the fate of people using an ability called 'Strings of Fate'.

He's been living for more than five hundred thousand years and is the one and only ruler of the Ghost Nation.

"We finally meet, Zodiak's successor."

He spoke with a deep and domineering voice while staring at Arthur, who nonchalantly sat before the king and took out a bottle of ale.

"What I presume will be a long conversation won't be interesting without booze, don't you think so, O'King of Ghosts."

The Whisperer King burst out in laughter, he signaled for the bandaged ghost to leave then retrieved a cup even larger than Arthur.

Very soon, two cups, different in size, were filled with ale. Only when they emptied their cups did the two start talking again

"I have to stay, I didn't expect you to be so unfazed by my presence. Only when I saw it with my eyes did I believe that you're not the Arthur I was looking for."

"Hahaha trivial things like that don't matter. You were looking for me so I came, isn't that enough?"

The King chuckled and replied:

"Enough… more than enough. I was curious about you… a person who can use Dark Magic but I was yet again met with another surprise. A Race extinct since the ancient times, Parasites."

Arthur laughed again and poured another cup for himself and the king before speaking:

"Hahaha now this is a much more interesting topic."

After a short silence in which the King pondered about something, the Whisperer spoke again

"Since you complied to my request and came here, you're free to ask anything."

Arthur's lips arched upwards, he gulped his cup before opening his mouth:

"I won't hold back, then."

…

After spending half an hour asking the Whisperer King, there arrived a moment where no answer was given, at least not instantaneously.

"Hmm… how he died? Now I think about it, it's quite ironic. The ones who killed him are none other than your kin, parasites. However, since you're his successor, I don't think they killed him but fatally injured him."

"And where are they now?"

"Exiled, of course. The Joker appeared and smote half of them but was unable to completely annihilate them. Only when the Nameless Knight appeared, did the two of them succeed in banishing the evil to the remnants of a destroyed Universe."

"A destroyed Universe? You mean the Omega Universe?"

"Yes, that one. Although it's called a Universe, it's actually an incredibly big world, it is from there that the System originated. After its destruction, the so-called 'Heavenly Scientists' of the past managed to re-create the System to defend against the calamities."

"I thought the Omega Universe was destroyed by Cthulhu Race. Do the parasites have a relation with them?"

"Indeed they do. After all, they're all from the same world."

The Whisperer King waved his big hand, isolating the Hall and then asked

"Do you know about 'Oblivion'?"

…

"Where are we?"

Anastassia, now with a jet black long hair and skin as white as snow, just like a corpse's, stood next to the old man, Death, and glanced around her while asking.

"In an age before the Void Era, more precisely, 2,300 years before that."

Confused, she asked again

"I thought traveling through time will cause the Time Wraiths to come after you. How come you can freely go whenever you please."

The old man chuckled and explained

"We didn't travel through time but are merely 'seeing' the past. We can't affect it or change the future."

Hearing the explanation, Anastassia remained silent and glanced at the beautiful valley they were in. The greenery stretched as far as the eye can see.

Apart from the flowers and lush trees, there was a beautifully decorated grave. Anastassia walked toward it and read the name of the deceased.

Death waved his hand, causing more time to pass until a man appeared next to Anastassia. Startled, she took a few steps back. She became flabbergasted by the appearance of the man.

"A-arthur?"

The old man shook his head and answered

"No, he's called Claud Vince."

The man suddenly clutched his head and crouched on the ground, he started screaming loudly while blood leaked out of his facial orifices.

Only after a long while did the man calm down, he laid on the ground and took a small piece of paper and a pen then started writing.

"What's he doing?"

Death gazed at the heavily panting man while replying

"Writing Prophecies… as is his wont."

After writing the 'Prophecy', the man gazed at the grave for a long time before muttering a few words then unhesitatingly killing himself, freaking out the confused Anastassia.

Although she tried to stop him, her hands simply passed through him.

"As I previously told you, interfering with the past is not possible."

The old man crouched next to the lifeless corpse and took the small piece of paper. He just said that no one can interfere with the past yet he was able to hold the paper, which greatly confused the woman.

"This is something unaffected by the laws of time or anything else. In fact, it can't be burned, torn, or devoured. It's eternal."

Death handed her the piece of paper and said

"With this done, we'll go forward 2,300 Years and show you what caused the Void Era."

Anastassia tightly grabbed the piece of paper and read its contents.

The power of destruction did rend the baleful star, and peace doth reign near and afar. Yet twenty-three centuries hence shall it come anew, and certain doom is sure to ensue.