Chapter-3 Busted

'Ohhh!!.. This is going to be interesting.'

I had heard about them from rumors, but now one is being born in our Plane. From what I know, killing a Child of the Plane is nothing compared to killing a Child of the Universe; the Universe will make you regret it.

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"..."

The shock must have made them dumb... hahaaha... after all, knowing a ticking bomb for us is being created in our own Plane is not a laughing matter. It's a matter of whether the bomb would blast us or help us blast beings from other Planes.

"Which race?" Everyone tensed up as Surs inquired, as the answer to this one single question will determine whether or not the bomb will blast up on us or not.

"I can't say, after all, the Universe is shielding its fate from peeking... I was barely able to determine its existence," muttered Ours.

To begin with, I don't trust the Snake's Seer ability, but I can at least confirm from the expression of others that his foresight holds some credibility.

Well, it doesn't matter if the prediction is true or not as long as it's not born from my creations. The Child of the Universe possessing potential rivaling us stinks of nothing but trouble.

If they are born in the ethnic race, we will surely face an uprising from them. If they are born in any one of our races, then there will be a high chance of our position being usurped. So it's better not to have one born in our plane at all.

But there is no 'what if' for facts which have been determined, thus we can only brace for the impact of what's fixed. I can see now why this was an emergency meeting.

"Lord Ours, is there anything to reveal apart from these?" The long silence in the Hall broke with a flaming Bird's question.

Ohh!!.. I know that guy, he was the leader of a small pack of Primordials back then. I never knew his name, as whenever we met, we were always in conflict with each other, so we usually talked with our fists... hmm, claws.

Does he remember me? After all, I did have a major color change after my Law condensation.

"No, apparently that's it that I can forsee." Ours said.

"Then we can start the regular meeting." Birdy said.

Whaa— Now we have regular?... f*ck this! I just want to return and be done with this. Grhhhh, after all, I can't sleep here in front of strangers unless I wish to be murdered by some screw-loose who is not afraid of being dead.

I know Blacky is hiding in my shadow and he will protect me in case of any mishaps, but him being here till now is against the rule. Speaking of which, when did he get in there? It's not like he is the only one present here illegally; everyone has their own guards hiding somewhere in the room.

After all, no one will accuse you of the crime you committed if they too are guilty of the same charge.

The closed doors started to open, and the room started to fill with all the other Primordials.

"Milord, you can sleep if you want to; I will take care of the rest from here," said Blacky as he acted like he just arrived near me.

Finally, my long-lasted rest.... hmm... before that...

'By the way, Blacky—' Hoo!... he flinched for an instant there. I can see he is conscious of the little prank he pulled on me.

'Do you know how to create a Plane?' I continued to transmit my thought into his mind after pretending not to see it.

'No, and it's not something that anyone would know off,' he got his composure in an instant before confirming my doubt.

'Huh, so no one knows it.'

'Ours certainly knows of it from the looks of it. Surs, Quartz, and Quidine may know of it. The rest were just going with the flow when they were nodding their heads,' answered Blacky.

This is interesting; they must be thinking along my line and don't want to show their lack of knowledge. It's not like Ours will give the information for free, neither will the other three if they know it.

Come to think of it, the Snake must have intentionally leaked that knowledge to increase his influence.

Either way, it does not matter to me as I already have made a rough sketch of a way to create a Plane the moment I heard about it, with a success rate of 19.255%. It's far too low for a success rate, but it's better than owing that Snake a favor. I should get at it immediately after this meeting if I want to get any results within a century.

I should enjoy a quick nap for now... hmm, before that I should....

"And by the way, Blacky."

"Yes, Milord?" His face, which was relaxing a moment ago, tensed up again.

"I certainly didn't forget about the little teleportation stunt you pulled on me."

My smile deepened as his poker face started to collapse.