Saga of Astral Mysteries (LOTMxASOIAF)

Sometimes, having some time off the rest was a very welcomed one, even though right now, the time of the rest was longer than he would have initially appreciated, but nevertheless, Valkorion didn't really care much about it as he went with the flow of things.

After spending most of the day in training, he was rather tired physically and mentally, which caused Valkorion to often leave early for rest. Today was no exception, as he went to sleep after a whole day of rigorous training.

Even though the training was often much less physically and mentally taxing compared to adventuring within the Paninted Mountains and fighting against the hordes of monsters and Extraordinary Creatures, it was still a lot.

And he rarely got to rest, also mainly because he didn't want to as he was used to the working routine and often going to the Painted Mountains hunting for the goblinoids and the monsters. 

Not to mention, he also liked being an adventurer rather a lot. It was a fun thing for him, and he got to make a decent amount of money, depending on the number of creatures that he killed when he was out.

Though he was rather certain that he didn't want to be an entrepreneur for his whole life because it would be... disappointing. Even though he certainly liked the profession for the time being, it was certainly not something that he wished to do for the rest of his life.

He wanted to have a rather high lifestyle, and that was something that the lifestyle of an adventurer couldn't really support. Less is being said about advancing to the higher sequences as Beoynder, which would be even more impossible to support with Beyonder's income.

However, if he changed his target to the Extraordinary Creatures, it would be a very different situation, but that would also be far more dangerous than right now. 

As he closed his eyes, Valkorion felt a weird feeling, enveloping him as the sole thing that remained was nothing more than darkness.

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It was the wonderous place, in a place where directions didn't matter, where past, present, or even the future could intersect, within the realm of the infinite knowledge, information, and illusions were spiritually gathered and compressed into a strange sea.

Somewhere, above the realms of possible and impossible, there was an enormous airborne cube floating within. It was just floating in the realm, being carried by the winds of sheer existence as it shone with bright white color as its light illuminated the way.

Inside the cube, however, was an enormous city, one capable of housing thousands upon thousands of subjects. All around the city, there were countless doors leading to the unknown, functioning as portals that could lead to anywhere as long as they were opened with the right key.

Overseeing the entire city was an ancient palace with a vast dome supported by towering stone pillars that stood above the boundless gray fog that was all around this place. The towering stone pillars looked grand and lofty, all of them were being inscribed with some runes, language long forgotten to the annals of history.

In the center of the palace, that was the smaller dome that was also supported by the same towering stone pillars.

In the middle of the dome, there was a long bronze table, and chairs with ancient patterns, each numbered, starting with I. and ending with X. as they were all surrounding the bronze table from both sides.

The biggest chair was the one that was at the end of the table, clearly it was bigger than the rest and it was also more ornamental. It looked more like a throne instead of a chair, with its decorations and several runes that were engraved on it.

"Damm... my head hurts..."

The man who was sitting on the largest of the chair suddenly grasped his forehead in pain as he awakened in entire unfamiliar environment for him. The last thing that Valkorion remembered was going to sleep in his manor within Cartharys and then he woke up here.

Not to mention, his whole body was hurting like hell, and he felt like his head was kicked by a dragon from the amount of pain and shaking he felt; it was a rather weird feeling, he had to admit, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

All around him, the only thing that he could see was the needless gray fog that was enveloping everything within his vicinity. As he looked around, the environment became rather familiar to him because it was reminiscing him of the Sefirot from the Lord of the Mysteries novel, the Sefirah Castle, but not entirely.

The city below the palace certainly wasn't part of the Sefirah Castle, but Valkorion was still suspecting that this was some kind of Sefirot. Though what was weird, if this was indeed Sefirot, then the question why it awakened just now was becoming more and more prominent. 

It was something bugging him rather a lot because, if he remembered correctly, within the Novel Lord of the Mysteries, the main character obtained the Sefirot right from the start of the novel or so.

Yet, Valkrioon had been in this world for seventeen years or so, and he had obtained the Sefirot just now, which was weird. Another thing was the fact if he had Sefirot with him, then there was some possibility of him being the backup plan for the resurrection of the Great Old One, the ones that stood above the Sequences.

As he thought it over, that was rather a horrible idea, but at the same time, he also found it rather unlikely because if it was the case, then he would have the connection to the Sefirot right from the start if he was reincarnated by some being that existed out of the boundaries of time and space.

Right now, he was trying to be rather optimistic and was working with the idea that the Sefirot somehow bonded with him right now. Logically speaking, it should be possible, and at the same time, he was also aware that if he was really some backup plan for the Great Old One or Outer God, then there was nothing that he could do with it right now. 

Fate was rather bitch.

Nevertheless, knew that there was a way of dealing with it if the main character of the Lord of the Mysteries could do it and he was being prepared by the previous Lord of the Mysteries and one of the most powerful entities in that verse as his vessel for resurrection.

Valkorion, for the time being, decided to go with the flow and focus on the positives instead of the negatives.

"This place has rather uncanny resemblance to the Sefirah Castle, but down below the palace there is a whole city situated down there... so this won't be the Sefirah Castle for sure... but I got some feeling that I already saw this panorama somewhere."

Valkorion muttered as he observed the panorama of the Sefirot because he had some very strong feeling of familiarity toward this place as he had already seen it somewhere. As he looked around the seats, it was clear that he could basically copy what Klein did in the novel and create his very own Beyonder Organization.