《Pandemonium of a Lazy Soul》Episode 10-The Game begins
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As if. Who in hell believes you old man? Even though I am not as good as God in cold reading, I too can do a bit of reading from your face. The moment you acted like you struggled to answer me, you nearly fooled me had I not saw an admiring, unwavering loyalty in your eyes. From that, it is easy to conjecture that the father of this body probably ordered you. For what reasons I can simply deduct.
It is known when Stella passed away her teammates persuaded the emperor to have someone protect John, till he awakens. However, what most people don't know is that the emperor is a man who hates not being in control of everything. I know this from the moment I saw him in the ceremonial hall, from the moment he looked at me while smirking, till he asked Smith to guide me out, I saw it all in his face, he was so glad that the puppet (me) that was under his control for so many years nearly left his control only to be back tightly in his grasp.
So possibly Stella's teammates most likely forced the emperor somehow to give in and send someone to protect me, when persuasion didn't work. This probably must have made him so mad that he decided to ruin the future of the kid, which Stella's teammates so desperately tried to protect. From this, I have learned one thing. The emperor doesn't give a damn for his kids other than the one he likes (Crown Prince).
Oh well not my problem, he will have to face the consequence of his actions one day.
As for the thing about soulless and concept about the energy source of this world, I doubt what Smith said. I know he wasn't lying and he was being completely honest with me. But the problem is if there is a person in this world who knows most about what a soul is it would be me.
I know my soul better than anyone, and from what I can see, it is perfectly alright. Besides what do people think a soul is, a potato chip to break easily? The soul is the most indestructible thing in any universe and worlds. Trying to damage the soul will only damage the body, and thereby shortening the lifespan, but it won't leave a scratch on the soul.
Even masters of souls who are called necromancers think they can easily destroy or control a soul are wrong. What they actually destroy and control is the shell connecting a soul to the body, which is called the soul shell. They create what is known as a fake shell, and animate a body without any soul, but it is still a body with a brain, where part of its memory is located. So the animated body will have a chance to be aware of who it once was, thereby achieving a fake resurrection. Sometimes they put pressure on the soul shell of a living person to make them think that they are controlling their soul.
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The soul shell too is durable and powerful but not as much as a soul is.
A single soul of an individual is beyond dimensions and concept and contains unlimited powers and purest form of all energy source, Divine energy. It is very easy to use, if you are aware of your soul's existence, and can leave your body as a soul.
But the problem is if someone were to leave the body to use the divine energy their soul shell will break, thus having a mortal death. And the only person who can repair it is God and the citizens of heaven.
Herein lies the problem, most of the time anyone who witness God's true form or heaven with their soul (which everyone will always do when they leave their body in soul form), they would never want to leave or go back to their mortal life, as staying in heaven is much better.
Thus the reason God always using disguise to travel or on holidays, as using his true form will cause people who lay their eyes on him to mass suicide to leave their body and attempt to go to heaven.
This is why it is very dumb to sell your souls to demons or people who claim to grant you any wish. As you are giving away something that is infinitely valuable to buy something that is not even worth a can of coke. Once you have sold your soul away, and you die, you will lose the claim on your freewill as a soul, and forever become a slave for someone else to use your soul's power.
Even though I can't use my Divine energy, I can still use part of a soul's capability to scan for this world's energy source. I can detect no such thing as a principle or magi particles, most likely due to those particles being different from the common energy sources. But I can detect another realm, which should be the dream world that is connected to this world, other than that nothing else.
Using a soul as a catalyst for magi particle, and become a gateway to another realm for principle particle. I don't think that is possible as getting a soul to do something passively for you without first having full control of your soul is impossible, no matter how talented or genius you are. To get a soul fully under control you have to have broken your soul shell at least once, and be aware of your souls existence. And breaking a soul shell means death. That means the people of this world has got their understanding of how their energy source works wrong.
I can use my soul to get a full understanding of this world. But the problem is I have to get full control of my soul by leaving this physical body. Even though as a citizen of heaven I am able to fix my soul shell, the condition God presented me with before leaving are still present in my mind, 'if you are to die before the 25 years are up via ... or any form of death'. If I leave this body I will break the soul shell, therefore it still being count as a death. So that means I have to do this the hard way by trial and error.
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Maybe if I experiment on my award I can through that arrive at a hypothesis what this dream realm is, and what this so-called magi and principle particles are, and how it works maybe?
I got up from the dining room and went back to my bedroom. I made sure to close all windows and curtains, and the door to my room. After that, I lied on my bed, pulled the sheet over my head and pretended to be asleep. It never hurts to be prepared especially in a world where there are all sorts of abilities suited for spying, especially when the emperor is curious who the so-called backer of John might be.
After 15 minutes of acting around, I closed my eyes and focused. Then I imagined activating my power as I described to Juliet. Then I imagined the face of the butler, and said "Sync".
Nothing happened for a while. That is strange, maybe it is because the butler is too strong or might have some kind of shielding device that is able to interfere with all kind of awards, as he might also face constant attack from award users who wants to control him, to harm the emperor or get something impossible done.
That mean I should pick an easy target, but who? Oh, I know. I closed my eyes again, but this time imagined the face of Metilda the maidservant of John. "Connect" I said as I imagined the power activating.
Nothing happened again. Hmm, this is strange, why is it that nothing is happening. For the next few hours, I imagined all sort of people in my head from the memory of John and tried activating my power, but the end result was the same.
"You have got to be kidding me." Don't tell me he actually got his timing wrong again.
Time doesn't exist for God and the residents of heaven. And due to that, they exist in the past, present and future at the same time, in layman's terms.
Due to that a million years for normal people is can be like 1 second for the heavenly residents, or 1 second for normal people can be 100 years for the heavenly citizen. Thus part of the reason, along with his omniscience, why God is able to listen to the prayers and requests of all beings in existence and act accordingly.
The problem is that he has gone on holiday, and therefore deactivated his omniscience and purposefully diluted time around him to enjoy his holiday. This means he probably has already granted my wish/power, but by the time it reaches me, it will probably take a long time, 100 years or if I am optimistic 1-year minimum. Unless he activates his omniscience and becomes aware that I have not received my power, I am stuck here causing my life to be in constant danger by an unknown assassin.
Hang on, I awakened and received no award, does that mean that the condition of a 'soulless' is going to be applied to me now? That means I have a minimum time of 5 years left. I really wish I had a guardian angel to give me some good luck at least. This is seriously making me annoyed, this is what it feels like to have a bad luck streak.
So far I have no guardian angel, no power, I can't even use my soul to send God a message and I might die in 5 years if I don't find a good healer. In three words, I am screwed.
Unless I go back to the emperor and get him to and ask him for help, but that means explaining the truth about my situation, of transmigrating and having no backer. I doubt that he will even believe that as he probably thinks I am trying to cover for my backer. Imagining the smirk on the face of the emperor as he rejects me, and thinking he has everything under his control is making me mad, all the frustration and anger of these whole events of today, I just direct it at the ignorant emperor.
He thinks that he is the true puppet master, being able to control everyone perfectly according to his will. But let me tell you what emperor, you have never seen me angry have you.
You see Mr Emperor I would have ignored and forgiven you for all these silly things you have done to John in the past. But the problem is your attitude today at the ceremonial hall instilled a seed. A seed of curiosity in me. This seed has grown into a large tree in a matter of minutes you see.
You see I want to see the expression your face makes when you realise all that you controlled was never in your hands but lost in the sea of chaos. What do you think will happen when an unpredictable factor enters the stage you created and ruined the play you worked so hard to direct? Oh the expression on your face I am going to love it.
Let's see what makes your heart falter the most? Your power, your wealth, your fame? No none of this makes your heart falter more than your beloved, the Crown Prince.
You see Emperor if I had my power as a citizen of heaven, or the power that I made through my wish, I would have left you alone, and forgiven you no matter what you would have done to me. But now you see this has turned into a game of survival, and the thing I most love is games. So come let's play.
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