The Record of Unusual Creatures

Hao Ren had seen many unusual creatures races on the planet—werewolves, vampires, shadelings, descendants of gods, and demon hunters. However, Mimir was definitely the most special among them all. This huge skull came from a guardian giant—the demigod created by the goddess of creation, who was initially responsible for supervising the mortal races in the Plane of Dreams. How did such a guardian giant end up on Earth?

Hao Ren vaguely felt that if he could unravel the truth of Ymir’s arrival on Earth, he would be able to figure out how the unusual creatures came to this planet.

A demigod guardian was unlikely to be “blown” to this planet as other unusual creatures were. Unless he came on a mission.

Ymir seemed to be confused by Hao Ren’s question. “Where I come from? Are you talking about the Wisdom Spring? Oh, I really didn’t expect you to be interested in it. As the Yggdrasil spatial chain collapsed thousands of years ago, it—”

“I’m talking about that,” Hao Ren said, waving his hand. “Where do you think the supernatural races on Earth come from?”

Mimir’s face turned solemn.

The old giant realized that this man was somewhat different from the shallow juniors he had met before. This ‘human’ had raised a rather fundamental question.

“Some scholars in the demon hunter organization have studied this matter,” said Mimir, carefully choosing his words. “Odin had also thought about this—he was a brainy guy. But they all couldn’t come to a conclusion. Since you have asked, I think you should have at least known that we are not native of this planet,” he said.

Hao Ren carefully observed the expression on Mimir’s face. He sighed. “Looks like you are like others; you don’t remember the things of the other world. Probably this is good for you.”

Mimir asked, “What does this mean?”

“Because it is not a good memory,” Hao Ren said, shaking his head. “Do you know what news Hasse has brought back from the Ancattero territory?”

Mimir’s brows knit together and said, “It is said that he has unraveled the secrets of the innate hostility and the evidence that the ‘killing instinct’ was controlling the demon hunters for a long time. It could be said that the second Woe of Madness started after he returned from Ancattero. The news that he brought back disturbed the sages who were severely affected by the black sword. So the balance was broken, and the sages began to show their dark side.”

Hao Ren nodded. He began to get an idea of Mimir’s level of understanding of the truth. It seemed that Hasse did not manage to reveal the entire truth of the Sin of the Divine Blood. Mimir did not know the whole truth; only the revelation of the reality of the innate hostility itself but not the story behind it.

Hao Ren thought for a moment. He had gotten a plan in his mind. Nodding to Mimir, he said, “We will have to first clean up the mess left by this civil war. After that, Vivian and I will come back and have something to tell you.”

“Looks like you are here giving me a heads-up,” Mimir said. The corner of his mouth arched upwards as he uttered the popular phrase. Though trapped in the tower, he seemed to know what was going on in the outside world. “I can feel that it won’t be a good thing,” he said.

“Maybe but it will completely make you change your mind to abandon the peaceful life you want,” Vivian said. “It will give you a chance to reunite with your own people. Yeah, you should have guessed it – we know where the supernatural races on Earth come from, your hometown and the news of your own people. We will tell you that information to reciprocate your favor of telling us the truth.”

“My own people…” Mimir mumbled, and there was a slight change in his eye expression. Slowly shutting his eyes, Mimir said, “I understand. I will wait for you.”

In the following days, Coldpath was recovering gradually. The statistical data collection and cleaning up of the post-war Coldpath were in full swing.

When the power of the Godslayer dissipated, the shadows that had engulfed this alien dimension for thousands of years had finally faded. As expected, the surviving members of the Council of Elders began to recover their sanity, and the most severely affected commanders were returning to normal gradually. Armed with the experience of treating Claude, the master magicians under the command of Lanina began to give the affected soldiers external stimuli, which significantly sped up their recovery process.

The Netherrealm Clock Tower, which was once distorted to becoming a different dimension, had stabilized and returned to its normal state in just a few days; the floors and rooms that had once disappeared had returned. The follow-up investigation team had found and rescued many trapped demon hunters from the once-mysterious zones. Those demon hunters were fine except for physical exhaustion.

The additional structure of the Netherrealm Clock Tower had returned to the space-time gap. Teuton had only managed to make a rough map of these areas before they disappeared. This map might be able to help the demon hunters to understand the space-time structure of the tower.

The demon hunters would not abandon Netherrealm Clock Tower. They would regard it as their sacred land despite being more dangerous and unpredictable than the other ruins in Coldpath.

The recovery of the demon hunters who were trapped and turned into walking dead in the tower was the most exciting news. At least during this terrible and difficult situation, there was some good news that brought hope to them.

The remaining leaders of the Council of Elders, the elders of foreign affair, and the disciples and attendants who were trained by the twelve sages were elites in the demon-hunter organization. During the civil war of Coldpath a.k.a. the second Woe of Madness, they were trapped in the Netherrealm Clocktower and surviving the catastrophe. Now, these highly respected people who had just recovered their strength were trying to get rid of the effects of the remnant of the whisper in their minds while at the same time rebuilding the social order. As the sages had all died and the Council of Elders existed in name only, these ad hoc groups of elders and masters must set up a proper governing team as soon as possible. Otherwise, the disaster would not be deemed to have really ended.

However, the good news was that these demon hunters had done a rather good job: after all, those who had climbed to their current positions were by mean mediocre. Even the melee-type elders like Hasse who were hunting down the unusual creatures all over the world had accumulated quite a few thousand years of experience and wisdom. Coupled with the help of the survivors of the Council of Elders, things had been smooth.

Hao Ren and his team remained in Coldpath for a few days, helping out the demon hunters in the cleaning up works.

A large temple floating dozens of kilometers below the Netherrealm Clocktower was used as a temporary command center and transit station. This temple suffered the least damage in the war and was the first to have restored its functionality.

The vast square in front of the temple became the camp of the demonic army. Hao Ren and Lanina stood on a high platform at the entrance of the temple, overlooking the Ethereal technicians installing demonic radio towers on the edge of the square. Lanina compressed its sexy purple lips and then said, “Once completed, there will be WIFI in the camp.”

Hao Ren was struck dumb.

As everyone already knew, the demonic army came to Earth through an unstable space crack.

And everyone also knew that Hao Ren opened up the space crack through an explosion.

Since the one-time space crack had been blown up, the demonic army must stay on Earth for a little longer. To not let the demonic army cause trouble in the human world, Hao Ren had allowed this army to continue to remain in Coldpath. The demonic soldiers had not objected to this arrangement though. Knowing that they had to wait here for half a month, they had quickly begun to set up their camp. While the humans and demon guards set up tents in the relatively large buildings, the Ethereal technicians took out their high-tech gadgets, one of which was the WIFI that Lanina mentioned.

The demon hunters also had no objection to this arrangement. They had just survived the most challenging time with the help of the demonic army, whom they now had a good impression of. They now welcomed these guests from the alien planet to stay in their place. The demonic army was also helping them to restore the internal order of Coldpath, which the demon hunters could not have asked for more.

“War…” Looking at the noisy soldiers in the square, Hao Ren whispered to Lanina, “It’s all thanks to you and your men.”

Lanina’s slender succubus tail curled into two circles in the air. She smiled at Hao Ren. “You are welcome. We fight for our king, and we don’t ask questions. Our king’s wish is our command. We are soldiers that used to overrun the whole world. We are here to fight, who we fight is irrelevant.”

Lanina then paused before she continued. “That aside, you are still the lord of Aerym, we are your people. It is only natural that people join and serve in the army. You have done us a big favor, and we have to reciprocate. It is said that the elves have done a lot for you, so we also have to do something.”

“As a demon…” Hao Ren looked at the succubus with a forced smile on his face. “You have a great mental attitude,” he said.

Lanina shrugged. “Like a demon, my mental attitude is a basket case,” she said.

Hao Ren curled the corner of his mouth, quietly taking his eyes off Lanina’s face. Although Lanina was frigid, she was still a succubus. It would be better not to stare at her too often to avoid losing himself.