Climbing the Tower to Be a God With 10x Gacha System

Chapter 181: Am I a Puppet?

[James, this is serious; you must keep the little girl with you no matter what.]

James read Nyx's message, confused as he tried to figure out what was going on. He then asked, "What's going on?"

[The little girl is a direct descendant of Juliet. Desmond's best friend and the woman who sacrificed her life for Desmond, Juliet herself was the main reason why the ancestor lived without dying].

After reading the message, James stopped as if he couldn't hide his surprise. His eyes widened, and he shook his head meaninglessly.

"So you're saying Desmond gave you the necklace on purpose? In that case, he must be trying to tell me something, since Chaos is the one who transfers the souls of my descendants into things." James said suddenly, holding his chin in curiosity.

["We don't know that either, I need to tell you what happened quickly so you can understand everything.]

James shook his head when Nyx sent this message and then said, "Please. If there is something planned, I need to know."

[To put it briefly, Juliet was a White Witch or rather the best user of sacred magic, and that's why she managed to become their leader. She was very well known for being extremely loyal to Desmond, you can even see her name mentioned in the church records, she was one of the names that helped found the church].

James stared at the message he had read, he had suddenly learnt someone else's name, the fact that she was becoming a leader was a matter of great curiosity.

[The White Witches had gone as friends to spy on the enemy, telling Desmond that they had betrayed him. The espionage had been successful, but those you know as Fallen Gods had somehow poisoned their minds, almost every one of them doing what Juliet had tried to do, trying to master the white magic of holiness and the black magic of destruction].

After reading this message, James was sure that a story like this would never end well.

[They were cursed. The two laws of the tower cursed the White Witch bloodline, and upon this curse, star pupils were engraved into them. They became a race unable to use any law except white and black magic. More than half of them betrayed Desmond, and they were so powerful that they almost drove a titan like Hyperion to his death, but it was an ambush. Remember, even the gods are not omnipotent.]

"I see...So the little girl is descended from those who did not betray? Even Juliet's own lineage...There are many more powers in this tower that I don't know about. But what if they remember Desmond, the spirits still exist, don't they? Where do they go when the Philosopher's Stone or something isn't created? If Chaos is collecting them, it must be planned, right?

In that case, what did Desmond and Chaos plan?" James suddenly said, and he was right.

Some powers still retained their memories because Chaos had not erased them. Even the White Witches had not forgotten them, but Juliet had somehow separated her lineage from the main force and changed fate. All three powers under Desmond's command remembered her existence, but Chaos and Desmond had different plans. The memories Chaos showed Nyx weren't even a quarter of what they should have been.

The game Chaos was playing was a game to get James to the top, even the creator himself didn't want his tower to be destroyed and wanted someone to protect it.

That was Desmond, and now it was James himself.

[There is so much we don't know, James, both you and I. And yet we have no way of knowing right now. Juliet, like Desmond, didn't choose a god or goddess, and didn't cross the 75th floor, and that means we have no way of tracking her or finding her spirit and asking for help.]

James shook his head up and down as he read the last message in the message window and then said, "That means my ancestor Desmond and the creator Chaos have a lot planned for us. It's as if I really am on a chessboard. Neither my fate is in the hands of Moros, nor my time in the hands of Chronos, but as if I am a puppet of Chaos."

The anger and grief in those words were incalculable, the look on James's face made all the Titans tremble from head to toe, and each of them felt as if they were looking at the same Desmond.

[I'm going to ask my father if he's what you say he is, I'm going to refuse to leave the field until he gives me an answer, I swear to you I'll be here with a straight answer].

James took a deep breath at this message, it would do him no good to jump to conclusions, the truth could not be found by the human mind alone or a superior mind. After all, every step taken and every breath taken had a logic and a process.

Fate was a changing thing, at least in this tower.

With that James thought it was time to sleep, he had slept maybe four or five days in the last month, and he could only hope that when he rested and opened his eyes again he would be greeted with good news.

After a quick change of clothes and a shower, James lay down on his bed and managed to close his eyes and fall asleep, despite all the thoughts and curiosity in his mind.

At the top of the tower, outside the tower, something else was going on.

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"We need to talk, Father," Nyx said, not alone this time, but with every titan and Erebus in the field.

"What do we need to talk about, my children?" Chaos asked, the look on his face telling me he knew everything.

"You are the creator, we all know it is you who must tell us," Erebus replied.