Sumatra's Greatest Fan - Chapter 153: The Throne

Chapter 153: The Throne

Nusantara Continent!

In the deepest region of the Continent, a distance even the fastest Mystic Grade existence would take more than tens of thousands of nonstop, top speed sprint to reach, was a hemisphere.

This hemisphere, spanning a radius of 2000 kilometres, was situated pretty deep within the Continent, until only the topmost portion, around ten kilometres’ worth peeks out of the surface level. The sphere’s worth of space was empty, occupied by luminous light of vibrant colours part of the spectrum.

Every single speck of colour, when tallied across the spectrum detectable to the countless existences that had ever appeared on the Continent, was a part of this hemisphere.

At the bottommost level of the hemisphere, poised on the floor while spreading its crown of feathers wide was a creature, generating a pillar of light that had consistently fuelled the hemisphere for over a billion years.

The main body reached a height of 190 metres, sporting a sharp beak at the top, positioned front to a relatively smaller head. It had three eyes–two on the sides and one positioned on the glabella.

The eyes contained a series of black dots, like sand, moving about as they pleased, clumping and scattering away in accordance to the visual needs. They will clump if the creature wants to zoom into a location.

They will scatter if the creature intended to perceive its surroundings as widely as possible. They will stack upon each other like a skyscraper if the creature intended to perceive extremely far away.

These clumps could even react with each other, when necessary, to perceive every possible ray in existence, capable of seeing through most, if not all obstacles that existed in the universe.

Following the head downward was a smooth, slender neck stretching for close to eighty metres. There were three of them in total, with each sporting a head at the top.

At the base of the three necks, extended the body, its skin a resplendent blue, amidst cross-crossing shades of vibrant green. Like the body of a bird, the base extended horizontally, and holding them like unbudgeable pillars were a pair of legs, as robustly built as the beak.

Cellular patterns covered the legs, mildly generating the same light being emitted by the pillar of light. This served to allow the creature to walk forward with its own set of rules, unaffected by any terrain it were to set foot within.

The claws were dexterously capable of bending five times upon themselves in any given axis, allowing the creature to perch upon a target at any angle or inclination. The edges of the claws were sharp enough to pierce through any creature’s flesh.

The entirety of the creature’s body served as a prop, and a factory, to assemble and hold the concentration of its power.

When in display, it was called a Train, and was a unique mechanism in which the creature’s feathers raise upwards in a majestically threatening display. And the dance it performs next is called the Rattling Train.

In full display, the Train reached a height of 300 metres, and contained a total of 9000 feathers. The eye-shaped pattern in each feather was capable of subconsciously causing any onlooker to prostrate in their weakest state possible.

Similar to how felines roll to their backs and reveal their stomachs–their most vulnerable area–to an opponent as a show of submission, these feathers make the onlookers display a submissive attitude in whatever form they could display per their respective race.

Originating from these feathers was the pillar of light, which fuelled the hemisphere to create an Influenced Region.

Influenced Region–The Throne!

This Influenced Region consisted of the entirety of the space within the Hemisphere, and could be accessed by third parties from any direction. After all, it was just a luminous region.

However, upon interaction, one rule took effect–The Worth!

The body, mind, and soul of the target would be tallied and destroyed by the region. Only if they survive this destruction were they declared worthy of standing within The Throne. As for inorganic substances, they were instantly broken down to the atomic level and assimilated into the region.

To date, no opponent ever managed to set foot within The Throne. It was a region exclusively serving as a single existence’s home.

Expert Mystic Grade Pranic Beast–Celestial Rotocok!

It was Nusantara Continent’s Celestial, the existence whose strength dwarfed the Continent it resided within. Currently, the two necks on its sides had curled around the body like a pair of rings. The beaks of each head stopped right at the base of the Train, peering towards the rear.

They had their eyes closed, for there had never been an instant where this existence had to ever look to its back. No enemy had been born to threaten its existence yet.

As for the neck in the middle, it poised itself at an angle towards the top, with the beak pointed towards the ground, appearing to be in a state of rest.

Suddenly, a minor fluctuation flickered through the pillar of light emanating from it as the Celestial Rotocok jolted away, ’It happened again!’

There was an ever so slight dimming in the radiance released by its pillar of light. Observing the changes, the Celestial Rotocok grinned, ’That Brat…barely lived for four months before he regressed.’

’It’s as I suspected.’ Its eyes curled a bit, ’The first regression was a trial run to see how things played. So, he picked the safest choice possible, that even if exposed, wouldn’t harm his plans much.’

’His next reincarnation will be someone powerful.’ It caused another fluctuation in the pillar of light it released, speaking upon seeing someone kneel right beyond The Throne, “The Brat regressed the timeline again. This is the start of the third timeline.”

“First thing’s first, check if Virala continues to remain my pet. I suspect the Brat did something to erase his previous timelines’ worth of existence.” It relayed its orders, “Following that, focus on finishing our weapon. There are some existences that I want to ensure remain permanently erased, even if the timeline regresses again and again.”

“It will take some time.” The entity kneeling outside The Throne uttered, “We’ll have to begin everything from scratch once again after the timeline gets reset.”

“Doesn’t matter,” The Celestial Rotocok quipped, “If the Brat regresses the timeline before we finish our weapon, it means he failed to achieve the objectives of the respective timeline. I will barely lose a fraction of my power if he does that.”

“Nothing worth my concern.” It dictated, as if the result was already final, “At most, he can do it another three to four times. Past that, his existence will no longer be able to bear the weight of my power.”

’The shorter he lives, the less I lose my power.’ It calculated, ’I lost 78 million years worth of my power the first time he regressed, since he regressed the timeline through a century.’

For every year Torq regressed, the Celestial Rotocok lost 0.78 million years worth of its training. This number was so high only because when Torq regressed the timeline, every Continent that had docked on Sumatra Continent for this invasion, alongside Sumatra Continent and even Nusantara Continent, were regressing.

Conversely speaking, even regressing multiple continents only consumed a portion of the Celestial Rotocok’s power. That was how absurd of an existence it was.

’He’ll have to handle the full brunt of the regression load, irrespective of the duration of regression. And the shorter he lives in a timeline, the greater his loss, since he’s wasting potentially millions of years of my power that he could have otherwise depleted.’ A moment later, it commanded, “Proceed as usual based on the memories of the previous two timelines I granted you.”

“If someone starts to make waves guaranteeing our loss in a situation we had previously won, that’s the Brat.” It said, “If you find him within a decade, focus on making him give up on his plan. If you were to find him anytime after a decade, simply kill him.”

“What will you do?” The entity beyond The Throne asked, “Won’t you lose too much of your power if we’re so passive?”

“It’s a necessity,” The Celestial Rotocok uttered, “Both the Celestial Boar and the Royal Zinger will catch up to me in a few Centuries. They’ve already made plans to train through and retain their powers through the successive regressions and use this time to catch up to me.”

“The Brat is their key to buy time, enough for their fangs to pierce through The Throne and reach me.” A moment’s consideration later, “And if, the Brat manages to endure through five regressions and still not get erased, he’ll become another fang.”

“We need to succeed in consuming Sumatra before that happens.”

…

In the void, standing alone was Torq, eying the ginormous feather that hovered far, far away in the void, generating enough power to destroy the void itself.

This was the first time he had witnessed such a visual, noticing faint streams of light radiate off the feather and enter his body. Immediately in response, his soul felt heavier.

And then, the scene vanished, prompting his eyes awake in reality, in another location on Sumatra, bearing a new identity.

Immediately after, he noticed multiple attacks targeting his neck, intending to kill him. ’It’s starting!’

’My Second life on Sumatra!’